Alien Space Babe, Part 13 (Alien Girl TFTG) (Patreon)

Chad is an alpha male future football star stuck rooming with the nerdy Derek at college. However, after mocking Derek and hurling one of his scientific finds in the bin, Chad finds that he has accidentally activated a recovered alien artefact . . . one that is slowly turning him into an attractive female alien. The changing jock and his nerdy roommate must travel across country to the original crash site in the hopes of changing her back . . . before her new lust for a human mate becomes too overpowering.

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Part 13: Unidentified Flying Object

“Holy fucking shit,” Derek exclaimed. “It’s - oh my God - it’s a UFO! It’s an actual, real-life UFO!”

Serellis couldn’t help herself: she giggled at her lover’s astonishment. She held him lovingly around the waist, her tail curling around his right leg. Her antennae sensed an aura of excitement around him. An aura of awe. She knew he was getting to experience what he’d only dreamed of seeing.

“What’s the issue, Derek?” she shouted over the immense whir and kicking up of dust. “I thought you were a big believer in UFO’s?”

“I am!” he shouted back, eyes glued to the alien spaceship. “But I never thought I’d actually see one in action! Holy shit!”

Its brilliant rainbow lights caused the desert around them to glow with a similar radiance. The military had stopped shooting but the slight shimmer of the protective shield bubble it had given them was still visible. Using her third eye, Serellis could see it even more clearly: no earth-made weapon could ever penetrate it, that much she knew. Perhaps just a piece of knowledge that the genetic transformation had given her, like how to go invisible or stick to walls like some kind of sexy, three-boobed gecko girl.

“Is it hostile?” Derek asked, yelling over the roar of the magnificent alien machine as it lowered further down to them.

Serellis broke into an almost maddened laughter. “I’ve got no fucking idea! But we made it, didn’t we? We got this far!”

“I guess we did!” he shouted back.

The UFO continued to descend until it reached only about sixty or so feet above. Its lights shone brilliantly down on them, spiralling around only to refocus on the pair. Serellis and Derek held hands, both awestruck, terrified, and yet filled with wonder.

“What happens next?” Derek yelled.

“Still no idea! But you know what? Even if everything goes badly from here on out, I’m glad I’m here with you. This is where I’m meant to be. With my dork.”

He laughed. “I’ll take it! Especially from a jock alien girl!”

She joined him once more in manic laughter. The former sports star male had no doubt that the military were witnessing one of the most confusing sights they’d ever beheld, and that tickled her all the more. Served them right to quake in their boots, if only she wasn’t quaking as well.

Suddenly, her antenna throbbed, the little spherical ends dilating and contracting in a rhythmic pattern. She blinked her third eye, and the alien woman noticed that wave patterns were coming from the ship, almost like . . . messages. Her antennae worked overtime to translate them.

‘#@$#$% RETURNED #$%@#$%# BOARDING $#%^%^$#@ TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE #$%$$#%#% TO THE HOME PLANET.’

She gasped.

“What is it?”

“I think - I think they’re going to land.”

The light that was upon them suddenly turned a sickly neon green. It pulsed like some kind of alien heartbeat - perhaps, in a way, it actually was. Serellis felt lighter. The rocks around her feet began to spiral.

“Oh shit,” she said. “They’re not landing at all.”

The light pulled, and she began to raise off of the ground.

‘FINISHED DAUGHTER $#%@#$% FIND NEW MATE %^#%$$^#!% TEACH WAYS #$%#$% ACROSS THE STARS.’

She focused her antennae, working hard to filter through the fuzz so that she could ‘read’ what was being said in its entirety. Her feet began to lift off of the ground, her tail lacked the weight it once had. Derek gasped and quickly grabbed hold of her. He was not being lifted by the anti-gravity beam, and managed to keep her rooted down. But the beam was only growing in strength. Serellis looked about for some way to escape it, but saw none. The only thing was the agent with white hair, his younger female offsider, and several of their fellow agents and minions approaching the shimmering energy wall. They were trying to enter through it, but having no luck. She could just manage to hear his voice.

“Chad Penwick! Serellis! And Derek Mayes! Come back! We can work this out - we can protect you! We can’t get closer!”

Yeah, as if, was what she thought. But it was clear the formerly cool and calm master agent was getting worried, and he couldn’t stop looking up through his dark glasses at the brilliance of the spinning UFO.

“Serellis,” Derek said, struggling, “I n-need to keep you down. Don’t go.”

“Trying not to!” she cried. She focused her antennae again, and this time made a little progress.

‘COME, NEW DAUGHTER. THIS PLANET IS COMPROMISED. WE WILL GIVE YOU A #$$%%#%#$%$#% IN THE STARS. YOU ARE COMPLETE. WE WILL #$T$#$%@# A NEW MATE. THIS IS OUR WAY. YOU %$#%#T#$ BE PROTECTED.’

“What do they want?” her mate cried. She was now a foot off the ground, then two, and rising faster. It did not feel like being pulled, though, simply like gravity was reversing, and she was floating inexorably away.

“I don’t know!” she responded. She looked up into the white lights that flashed furiously. Everything was so loud, so deeply intense. “I think - I think they want to take me back to their home planet. Or their empire. To the stars. But only me!”

Derek’s eyes widened in fear. “No! No, I won’t let you go!”

“But we can’t stay! The military - they’ll never let us go!”

They were trying to dim the shield, force their way through it, but had wisened up considerably by not attacking it directly. No one wanted an intergalactic war. Earth would be stomped. But it was just another reminder that the pair were caught between two worlds, and each was pulling apart and leaving them stranded in the dark, away from one another.

“Let him come then!” she cried to the UFO. “He’s my mate! Aren’t these the instincts you gave me!? Let him come! I love him!”

She rose, but the signal returned, and this time she interpreted it even more clearly.

‘HUMAN ENTITY CANNOT JOIN US. HIS BIOLOGY WILL NOT WITHSTAND IT. WE CANNOT INTERFERE. YOUR CREATION #@$%@#$@$#% BEAUTIFUL ACCIDENT. UNINTENDED. TERRAFORMING EQUIPMENT INTENDED $#%$ NEW WORLD. SO WE TAKE YOU, TEACH YOU. MATING PROGRAM WAS UNINTENDED EFFECT.’

“But it happened anyway! And I’m here, and I’m in love!”

‘WE ARE SORRY. YOU CANNOT STAY. NONE MAY KILL OUR KIND. RESPONSE WOULD BE PROVOKED, AND WE WOULD NOT WISH BLOODSHED. IT WOULD CAUSE GREAT CHAOS. YOU ARE OUR RESPONSIBILITY. WE TEACH YOU, SERELLIS.’

Derek looked at her: she was now rising above him. They clutched hands so that she floated legs and tail above her head, her face against his. Tears flowed from her eyes, and he was crying too.

“Then change him! Change Derek too! He can’t stay here!”

‘I’M SORRY. HE MUST. HE IS HUMAN.’

“So fucking well am I!”

‘ONLY HALF. YOU MUST COME. IT IS THE ONLY WAY.’

She gripped her lover, her mate, her love. She didn’t dare look at the UFO. The dreadful realisation came upon her of what she could do.

“If I come,” she whispered, knowing they could still hear her, “will you tell them to leave him alone?”

There was a pause. Still she rose, until Derek was straining to hold onto her.

‘YES. THAT IS POSSIBLE.’

More tears. The sound of everything fell away, even the awareness of the military. She remembered Horace Becker. The boy in the locker. The one she’d trapped, and left him to rot in the dark, afraid and alone. It was the worst thing she’d ever done, and it was all for selfish reasons. All so her asshole of a father would be proud. This, she realised, was karma. The universe, across its many stars, was visiting its punishment: it had given her the power to change and grow and love, and now it was snatching it away. She’d be entering the vested, yet blackest locker there was. And she deserved it.

But at least she could save the nerd this time. At least she would be the one stepping into the locker, and letting someone else out. At least she could make this moment a redemption of sorts. She focused all three eyes upon Derek, capturing his face, his spiky black hair, his fear and his desperation, his intelligence and wit and love, all in a frame to hold in her memory forever.

“Derek . . .” she whispered.

He seemed to realise her intent. “No. No no no. Serellis, there has to be another way.”

She shook her head. “I love you. I never thought I’d fall in love with a friggin’ dork, but fucking hell I have. But please, you need to let me go.”

“I won’t,” he said through tears. Her own fell from her cheeks then arched back up into the sky, pooling up towards the alien saucer.

She pulled herself closer to him. She was ‘standing’ upside down in the sky, even her hair falling in reverse. From her perspective, he was the one falling away. But she could bring herself up to his lips and kiss him one last time. Their lips locked, they kissed deeply.

And then, as if understanding her full intentions, he gently let her go.

Serellis raised up into the air. She turned, somehow shifting in the beam slowly so that she was once more right-side up. She gave Derek one last look before turning up to face the saucer, and almost wished she hadn’t. He was crying, and now so was she. She spread her arms to be received into the alien ship, laying back so that she could almost embrace it.

“Take me then!” she cried. “But live up to our deal. If I have to live among you as my new kind or whatever, then no one fucking touches him! No one, you got it!?”

‘WE UNDERSTAND. YOU MAY TELL THE HUMANS BEYOND THE SHIELD. WE WILL AMPLIFY YOUR VOICE.’

She was held in place, rotated to face the enormous array of military vehicles, personnel, and the agents who she was certain belonged to no real federal agency to speak of. With a fury that could have once dominated the soccer field, she roared.

“Hey! Listen up, you men-in-black G-men feddie fucksticks! I’ve made a deal that I think you’ll hate, but if you want to avoid intergalactic FUCKING war then the old dude in the white wig better deal, got it? I’m joining the aliens. Don’t worry about me giving them sensitive intel or whatever you care about because I’m just some idiot northern jock with no idea what the hell you stupid suits even want. I don’t even want to go. I really damn don’t. But I have to, because it’s the only way to save the man I love. So here’s the fucking deal, and if you don’t take it I swear I’ll do everything in my power to make sure the guys in that stupid flying saucer toast the surface of this desert to glass.

“I go, Derek stays, and he gets to live a normal fucking life. That means no wiretapping bullshit, no random ‘visits’, no little trips in black SUVs which are fucking stereotypical anyway, and certainly no satellite footage or watchlists or any of that. You got it! Make the white-hair guy wave so I know he knows.”

There was a pause. The white-haired man and the woman looked to be having some kind of semi-calm, semi-aggressive argument. Another individual stepped forward, and several other soldiers as well. They were all conversing. Finally, after looking like the crowd’s view was swaying against his, the white-haired man waved.

“Wave twice if you understand and agree.”

White hair followed and did exactly that. She almost wished he hadn’t. Every moment she stayed was a moment she was still with Derek. Or at least sharing the same sky, the same stars with him. That night under them, it was so recent, yet it felt so long ago. The light turned her, and soon she was being pulled up into the UFO’s light. To be taken away.

She accepted this. She knew she had. But the thought of never feeling Derek’s touch upon her again . . .

“Wait, FUCK THIS!” she cried.

‘YOU HAVE QUERY?’ the alien signal asked.

“I have a damned complaint! You can’t call a player off the side of the game when they’ve just hit their stride!”

A pause. ‘A REFERENCE TO HUMAN BALL GAMES.’

“The best ones! And you don’t sideline your players just because your strategy isn’t working. I did everything damn right - we both did. The only reason I’m here getting lifted up by you is because Derek - my goddamn mate by the way, that’s your term - kept me safe. He saved me again and again, and yeah, I saved him. But he saved me. ME! The dickhead who’s done terrible human shit to people who didn’t deserve it. He saved me from myself, you hear? I’m not letting you take that away! He believed in you guys all his life! He’s the one that stopped your terraforming whats-it from even getting into the hands of those feds you distrust down there! We did everything right: this whole fuckup is your fault, and I’m not paying for it. I’ll pay for my sins, not yours. I’m getting redemption down there, not up there. I refuse to leave him, you hear? You’ll have to kill me!”

‘WE WILL NOT KILL OUR OWN KIND.’

“Then you best rethink your strategy, because we’ve played your game and the feds, and we both came out on top. I’m not living on Earth or in the stars without my mate. That’s the programming you gave me.”

‘BEING WITH HIM WAS STILL YOUR CHOICE.’

“Damn fucking straight it was, and I’d do it all again, too! But your rules, still! We, uh, mated. We were together, and more than once. And it was fucking amazing.’

‘WE CAN TURN YOU BACK, WITH TIME.’

“Please, not that. I’d rather die than that. Kill me before you do that. I’m finally the person I should have always been, and I won’t let Earth or the stars take that from me. So rethink. Your. Fucking. Strategy. Coach.”

There was a long silence. Even the engines of the starship seemed to dim somewhat. She waited with baited breath, watching spiralling arcs of internal communication dart all over the ship, from one side to the other.

‘WE WOULD WISH TO KNOW YOU. WE HAVE SO MUCH TO OFFER.’

“I know. Goddamn, if Derek were up here now he’d tell me to not be an idiot and go, if he weren’t also gaga in love with me, the wonderful dork. But he offers more.”

‘THERE IS SUCH WONDER UP IN THE STARS.’

“I know. But there’s wonder down here too. I thought I’d killed it inside me. Derek brought it back.”

‘YOU WILL NOT COME WITH US?’

“Never say never. But if I do, it’ll have to be with Derek. That’s non-negotiable. And only when we want to. For now, I want him. Put me back in the game. Keep us both safe. Bend the rules if you have to: but you made them. I know you can. Please. He’s my mate. I know you understand this.”

There was a far longer pause. It seemed like the length of a star’s life.

“Please,” Serellis whispered.

The signal finally came, and she listened. The alien species, her species, gave their solution.

***

The UFO raised into the air, but Serellis was not upon it. The saucer spun, its engines readying for a faster-than-light jump through the galaxy. But first it let her down gently, changed once more, in a sort of sense. Derek marvelled at her: she was brightly lit, and he likely could not see her. She probably looked like an angel coming down from the heavens. She wondered if that’s where half the world’s religions had accidentally sprung from. She didn’t care, so long as her feet were back upon earth soil.

She touched down. Derek ran to her, but pulled up short.

“Serellis . . . what did they do? You’ve - you look normal. But you’re not . . . him.”

Not Chad, she knew that was what he meant. No, she was human again. Her hair was a lush black, her eyes the bright blue that Chad had possessed. Her figure still had its magnificent curves, and while her middle breast was gone, she was still an impressive E-cup, or maybe a double-D-cup - only a slight reduction, perhaps. She was not wearing the prison uniform, but was wreathed in a warbling physical light, the clothing that most certainly would have been mistaken for an angel’s. But it too normalised, shifting to become a flannelette shirt over a white singlet and black bra, with a pair of daisy dukes over some feminine underwear. A set of desert-trekking hiking boots appeared on her feet, thankfully with woollen socks given the cold of night.

“I’m still me, you dork,” she said, punching him lightly on the shoulder. “It’s still me, Serellis. Just a little more . . . normal, now. For certain estimates, or whatever. I’ve still got, you know, the pussy and the tits and that. All the bits you like. Well, I certainly remember you liking them, but maybe now that I don’t have two sets of cleavage and green skin you won’t be nearly so -”

She never finished her sentence. Derek was upon her, holding her and kissing her deeply again and again, his tongue dancing with hers. Tears were in his eyes once more, and it was only once he parted that he managed to express what he was feeling.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he said.

She smiled, wiped away her own tears. “Damn stupid female hormones,” she complained. “I wouldn’t leave you.”

“What did you do?”

“Convinced them to stop being rules-bound assholes, I think. I forced a compromise.”

“They turned you back human?”

She giggled. She couldn’t help it. It felt weird not to have a tail anymore, or antenna. Or the third eye or three big tits. But she was still a woman, she was still Serellis, and she still had a fun secret about all of the above. It was the very thing making her laugh.

“Sort of,” she said, and for just a moment, out of view of the military behind Derek, she opened her third eye.

Derek looked stunned.

“Shh,” she said, still grinning. “I’ve got this sorted.”

She stepped past him, right up to the shield. Drawing upon the knowledge the aliens had given her, she planted one hand on it. There was a ripple of energy, and it instantly fell away. Several agents gasped and stepped back. Not so for the jerk with the bleached hair, or his younger female sidekick.

“What happened?” he demanded. “You made a deal to leave.”

“I changed the deal,” she announced. “Pray I don’t alter it further.”

Derek spluttered behind her. “Did you just quote Star Wars?”

She winked back at him. “I’m a jock - or at least I was - not a fucking neanderthal.”

“Oh, yeah. Right.”

But the white-haired man didn’t care. His face was calm, cold, dispassionate. But each enunciated syllable radiated a tranquil fury. “What deal? What have you done up there? Do you realise you could have us annihilated?”

She stepped up to him. Several agents drew their guns, but she knew they couldn’t hurt her, and the white-haired man wouldn’t let them. He signalled for them to stand down. He was a lot taller than her - she’d retained her shorter height - but in this moment, she felt as big and powerful as a mountain.

“Oh, I realise. I realise, all right. And it’s a good thing I talked them down from it. For a damn good price too. All you have to do is leave Derek and I alone to be together. That’s it. You leave us alone, and those big boys from the stars - the ones leaving right now - won’t be back to do a little surface glassing. They don’t want to, either. They’re not hostile, they don’t want humanity destroyed, but they’ll do anything to protect their own, and though  I don’t look it just now . . .”

Her tail extended from her backside, pushing over the waistband of her short shorts. Unlike the rest of her, it was green and alien, complete with its little grabber at the end. She manipulated it, made it point in the direction of the head agent.

“. . . I’m still one of them,” she said. “A perfect damn cover, wouldn’t you say, G-man? I’ll blend it, cause no issues, and get freaky with my hot boyfriend whenever I want. And you guys will leave us well enough alone, and just trust us to be responsible. Which we’ll be. But if you follow us, or fuck up our lives in anyway, then my green friends come down and there’ll be hell to pay. How about that?”

The agent sneered, stewed, muttered to himself.

“How do we know you’re telling the truth?”

“I don’t give a shit what you know. All I know is that I’m some idiot jock from up north and I still know more than you. And I know that I’m no threat, so long as I’ve got Derek. So you keep everyone off our backs, and everything is good. Deal?”

She placed her hands on her hips, retracted her tail. In a few moments she was human again. Well, she looked human, courtesy of a few alterations and cloaking camouflage additions her new people had given her. Enough to live a ‘normal’ life on earth while still being alien inside . . . and on the outside, when they had enough privacy.

She waited out the agent. Derek came by her side, and took her hand, squeezing it. She threw him a loving glance.

“Goddamnit,” the white-haired man finally said. “You’ve got a deal.”

“Nice,” she said.

“I have a few demands too,” Derek said.

“You what!?” he said.

“Yeah, what!?” Serellis joined in.

Derek winked. “My demands. I’m an equal partner in this, right Serellis?”

“Yeah, he is. What demands are we making?”

Her loving mate chuckled at the throbbing vein on the agent’s temple. “Well, if we’re going to be together, then I think the government - or whatever you guys are - should be happy to pay for some of our perks. Think of it as a matter of privacy, to keep us off the radar as well.”

The agent sighed. “Negotiations then, is it?”

“Yeah, but not in the middle of the desert. I want back in a city, in a comfy hotel bed with my hot alien girlfriend. Then we can work this all out, right Serellis?”

She kissed him on the cheek. She could think of a few other things they could do in a hot hotel room too, after a nice hot bath.

“Damn straight, dork,” she said.

To Be Concluded . . .