Alien Probe (An Erotic Short Story) by Tiger Lily Page A

squinted trying to see it more clearly.
    It darted to the left and then down, and back over to my right.
    Holy crap. What was it? A helicopter? I didn’t think they could move so quick.
    Maybe it was a drone. I’d heard some government organisations experimented with flying drones from time to time. How cool. I’d always wanted to see one. I looked around to make sure no one saw me and walked closer to the fence, climbing over it and walking further into the field.
    The light got larger. The object was getting closer. I was going to see a real government drone. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. This was awesome.
    It flitted to my left again and then forward. The light increasing in size. Wow. This drone must be bigger than my car. Then it disappeared behind a row of tall trees.
    I ran toward the tree’s trying to keep out of sight, but close enough to see the object. I was panting when I reached the base of one tree and took a moment to catch my breath before looking around the trunk.
    If this was a drone, it wasn’t what I expected at all. I pushed my glasses back on my nose.
    This was a flying vehicle of some kind. Probably another government secret that no one wanted to release for fear that our enemies would see how our technology was advancing. My heart was beating, probably from running over here, but also from seeing something I knew I shouldn’t be looking at. Surely, someone else saw it too? I looked back at the retreat. No one was coming, everyone was inside.
    The lights on the vehicle throbbed and a hissing sound from the base made me jump. I lurched forward and twisted my ankle. Pain seared up my leg and I fell to my knees. I was in full view. I looked up, knowing I could be clearly seen by the vehicle, as a panel in the side slid open.
     
    A clang of a metal ramp hitting the ground made me scurry backwards toward the trees.
    Mist and smoke rose around the vehicle so that I couldn’t see at first, what, or who, was exiting.
    I attempted to stand, to run, to get away from here as fast as I could. But my legs were numb and my ankle still throbbed. I pushed up with my arms, but they shook as tiny terrified tremors run up and down them.
    All I could do was inch back into the cover of the trees, hoping no one had seen me, hoping that whoever was about to come into the clearing was as blinded by the smoke as I was of them.
    I pressed my back against the bark of the tree, and hunched down trying to make myself as small as possible. The smoke swirled around me, fogging my glasses. Now, even if the mist did clear, I couldn’t have seen anything anyway. I wanted to take them off, but resisted moving at all. I held my breath instead.
    This was the stuff of bad horror movies. But my logical mind pushed that away. It was just a person. A person in an experimental vehicle. I didn’t want to call it a spaceship. Spaceships weren’t real. Spacemen weren’t real.
    Footsteps clanged against a metal ramp and then onto the softer ground. They paused for only a moment before walking in my direction. They’d seen me. They knew I was here.
    Please be a person. Please be a nice person who is coming to help me.
    The footsteps stopped in front of me and I heard breathing as the thing, no the person, stood in front of me as if examining me.
    I reached up to remove my glasses since they blinded me from my foe, and were of no use now.
    “Hello,” said the thing in front of me. “Nice to meet you.” It was small, thin, with an elongated head and large dark eyes. Its skin was a pale, insipid grey colour. Its voice was high pitched, almost squeaky. “My name is Smiteowghrty07xyz. But you can call me Smith.”
    It was the last thing I remembered, before I fainted.
     

Chapter 2 – Anal Probe
     
    My head ached and I struggled to open my eyes into overly bright lights. The lights were hot, and warmed me like the sun did on the few times I dared sun bake outside in the summer. The only relieve from the warmth was the coolness of