Chapter #5Close Encounter at Camp Sunny Buns by: Unknown Two of the strangest creatures ever to set foot in the miles of wooded lands surrounding New Bern are slowly making their way through the dark forested night. They are from different worlds, and travel on a ship full of alien thugs and criminals.
One looks vaguely like Peter Lorre in a funhouse mirror, with almost purplish skin. His head is huge, but he seems to get around well enough on his six strong, stubby limbs. One of his four hands is missing, in its place is a retractable robotic hand. The other being looks something like a reptilian pelican, wearing an eyepatch.
Neither is any brighter than the average human, but benefit from superior technology. They wear ragtag assortments of combat gear, and are also head-to-toe inside “plasma pods” (advanced otherworldly forms of our crude hazmat suits). As long as they aren’t doing anything that might require a large energy-draw, the two are practically invisible to most Earth creatures. Their presence might register with some of the lower life-forms, but not with this world’s highest life forms, the “Hu-Mans” that swarm the planet. Thus, with their plasma pods both protecting them from our feverishly living environment, and cloaking them in a sort of stealth-mode, the two nervously venture on through the loud, summer insect chorus of the Texas woods at night:
[Note: Their audio-gear allows them to communicate despite their differing races, and all that registers to human ears is a smallish electronic “popping”-sound after each aliens’ comments.]
“I’m telling you, Ywloon, I just want to stay in the ship until we’re off this slimy rock! [pop]”, says the large-headed mauve-skinned alien.
“Lygax, for the last time: I’m all with you on this run. We’ll play it strictly proto. Just ‘recon and move on’ is all I’m planning on doing. Circle the ship and secure a perimeter. I promise. Just...indulge me a bit. You know how I sometimes get those ‘good’-feelings? [pop]”, says the almost beaked-looking space raider.
“No-NO! Ywloon, I am staying within 10 clicks of the ship! It’s too dangerous on this festering damned shithole! That’s why so few space slavers ever venture this far out from the Galactic Alliance. You know that as well as I do. Let’s just protect the ship and get back off and away from this mudball. That’s all Captain Glorph is expecting us to do! [pop]”, implores the four-armed creature with the big ugly head, even as he hesitantly follows the storklike creature deeper into the brush.
“Come on, Lygax”, coaxes the stork-like reptile, “Where’s your sense of adventure? I’m telling you; on the way down I thought I saw something! Something which should by my calculations be just over there or so. Trust me, I’m with you 100%. Trying to wrangle up some humans from a herd is just too dangerous a risk most of the time. The beasts tend to be highly violent, though easily put down, when necessary. Still, they’re quite fond of their crude weapons, and if even one of their metallic shots manages to pierce these suits, we could be finished. But- unless I was suffering a touch of space-madness, I could have sworn I saw what looked like a whole enclosure of the most valuable human breeding stock, their newly ovulating females, naked and playing in the waters and resting on the grasses. [pop]”
Finally stopping in his tracks, big-headed Lygax yells, “You’re utterly mad! No! I’m not going another step out of the prescribed circle. What if they decide to leave us? You heard First Mate Ngumpt in the galley two parsecs ago: they’d love to cut some payload. What if he meant US?!? [pop]”.
But Ywloon the storklike lizard has already advanced on deeper into the thick plantlife of the forest, out of sight. Suddenly, Ywloon calls back, “Lygax! Come quick! You’ve got to see this! It’s just as I’d thought I’d seen on the screen briefly before our crash landing. They’re apparently sleeping. I’m telling you, if we play this right, you and I, and everyone else on the starship Jezebel will be able to retire from this hard life like Intergalactic Kings! [pop]”.
Cursing and grumbling that, “This is what the drone is for! Not us!”, Lygax lumbers into the thick foliage and soon arrives at the outer clearing surrounding a fenced-in perimeter. Standing proudly by, long beaklike maw curled in a sort of wicked ‘grin’, stands the tall Ywloon.
A bitter argument erupts between the two unsavory aliens as to whether they should shanghai a few of the hu-man female encampment for shipboard fun while under repairs, or simply let the whole thing go and report back to their vessel as if nothing happened. The air pops with the back-and-forth of their insults and arguments.
Unfortunately, neither Ywloon or Lygax had anticipated such a heated debate, nor that some of the hu-mans might be more delicately attuned to certain frequencies. Looking up, they are mortified to see that one of the young hu-mans is staring at them, a look of total terror on her face, right across from them inside the primitive fence!
“Okay then, what about just this one? Look at her! She’s adorable! [pop]”, argues Ywloon.
Staring at them, stock still in utter incomprehension, is beautiful, nude little 13 year old camper Trixie. Such is her total befuddlement at what she is seeing just outside the fenced in enclosure, staring back in at her, she still hasn’t thought to hide her ripe naked bod, or even find the air to scream.
“Nononono! See! This is why I hate going on maneuvers with you, Ywloon! [pop]”, complains the worried-looking Lygax, “You never fail to get us into deep space doo-doo. [pop]”. A look of strain appears on the overlarge face of Lygax, as his deep pinkish hue goes full purple concentrating his mental powers on the now stock still young hu-man, essentially ‘holding’ her in place while they hash out how to best handle the situation at hand.
Still pleading his case, Ywloon implores, “Just her then! Look at her! Come on, Lygax, stop from the straining for a sec and LOOK at her! You’ve got to admit, she’s a boinkable little cub. Multiple holes, trainability and multibly orgasmic, it’s no wonder they go for 20,000 Star Notes in New Bostonia! Come on! Have some fun with her while the ship is under repairs! That’s all I’m asking. How long has it been for you? That space port in Alglonkwa with those hairy Massamoanians? Now look at this soft, flexible little prize. Come on, Lygax. She’s already seen us! We might as well bring her in! [pop]”.
Lygax does take a moment to allow his right eye to pop open and gaze hungrily at the utterly fuckable female hu-man cub’s fine assets. His distraction is all it takes for the terrified teen to breath-in and begin to scream for all she’s worth.
“Oh, see! Now you’ve done it! We might as well snatch up the whole encampment and return to the ship as heroes, Lygax [pop]”, advises Ywloon, who has already used his stun-gun on the hu-man, knocking her out cold on the other side of the fence.
No longer having to fixate his mental energies on the hu-man breeder, Lygax is furious with Ywloon, “I just wish for once you would try to think. If we try to bring her on board right now, it’ll sap from the back-up generators, and they might notice the power surge when we take her through pre-conditioning. [pop]”.
Resting one long winglike arm across the broad shoulders of the big-headed pirate, the patronizing Ywloon reassures him, “Stop with the worrying! This is going to be our best slave-harvest, yet! [pop]”.
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