Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy, and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in such behavior to seek help immediately. Title: Chapter One: Life As We Know It (SciFi, Alien, b) Date of Latest Update to This Story: 3/28/2017 Dear Reader: Thank you for taking the time to read my work. If you wish to drop me a line, feel free. My email address is (CreepingDawn@protonmail.com) and I look forward to hearing from you. Additionally, proofreading is not one of my better skills so if you find errors you believe impact the story's readability, please let me know. Offers to proofread will be welcomed with open arms. This story is broken up into chapters. As such, the order you should consider reading it is: Chapter 1 Memory Interlude 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Memory Interlude 2 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Concerning the Privileged Life of Cameron Seymour Riley III Memory Interlude 3 Chapter 8 Epilogue Without further adieu... ......................... On an average Wednesday, in an average town, located in an average part of the United States, something definitely not average occurred. The people in the town experienced a strange dread, specifically making them wary to approach Emerson elementary school, Washington middle school, and Grant-Thorton high school. You see, these three schools, catering to children from the kindergarten all the way through twelfth grade, surrounded a rather large field that separated them while forming them into their own little community. The students from these schools knew each other, frequently saw each other prior to and after school, and would often co-mingle during lunch on the large grassy expanse. In a way, having these three schools virtually in the same place made it easy for busy parents to drop off their children without having to haul little Timmy a great distance to his second grade while his older sister Kelly went to her high school. In fact, the schools were so close, they actually shared one administration, one playground, and one athletic complex large enough to hold all twelve hundred students (the entire student bodies from all three schools). Yes, things were pretty average in this town, where one hundred kindergarteners would enter Emerson at the beginning of every year and one hundred seniors would graduate Grant-Thorton at the end of every year. Average, that is, until today. For as second period was just getting started, Mr. Besker had a strange feeling overcome him; a sense that he didn't belong in the science room. No, he knew for sure he was not where he was supposed to be. In fact, as he stood lecturing his seventh graders about protons and neutrons, he began to be afraid. Something was coming. Something was coming very soon. Something was coming now, and it was only a matter of time before his fear would be justified and his terror rewarded with something dreadful. And so, to the surprise of his students, Mr. Besker simply walked out of the classroom, out past the parking lot, into the street, and into the local neighborhood. So did Mrs. Adams, the librarian. So did Ms. Jameson, the third grade teacher. And Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Tanner, Mrs. Demsy, and all of the other adults in all three schools. Every teacher, every aid, every administrator and every janitor. But that wasn't all. As the male half of the student body watched curiously, each and every girl, from the youngest kindergartener to the oldest senior, proceeded to stop whatever she was doing and follow the adults on their mysterious exodus, feeling the same unease and need to escape that was directing their teachers and administrators. Confused boys watched as their female friends, girlfriends, and classmates simply stop everything they were doing and left. Many of them wondered if a fire alarm had been pulled or maybe the mass departure was some sort of joke. Several boys made to follow their teachers and female classmates but found that, as soon as they decided to leave, they were overcome with the feeling that they shouldn't go anywhere. None did. In the span of ten minutes, as the boys conversed among themselves about the enigmatic departures, the entire area around and inside of the schools was evacuated by every adult and every female student. Twelve-year-old Tracy Ericson, when later asked by her parents, would only respond "It seemed like I HAD to keep going, I had to get as far away from the school as possible." Indeed, everyone who left that morning echoed her thoughts; the compulsion to leave was overwhelming and demanding. It was at this point that something even stranger occurred. If one had been tempted to look up above the schools, one would have noticed something that would have shocked and amazed them. An object, fluid but obviously solid, large but with indistinguishable mass, shapeless but with definite form, slowly came to settle on the large grassy area in between the three schools. It was unique. Different from every organism in the world; for indeed it did not come from our world. It had no thoughts, in the same way we humans think, yet it did have some sort of instinct. It knew what it wanted and it knew what it needed. It knew how to project fear to the people throughout the town so as to protect itself from their anger. For indeed, they would be angry because this creature was about to interact with their male young. It knew that, though no harm would come to the juvenile males through it's interaction with them (in the same way someone might try to help a young bird by putting it back in its nest after falling out), after interacting with the young, the humans would be upset and might refuse to accept their offspring back into their homes (in the same way a mother bird might smell humanity on its recently returned fledgling and might drive it from the nest). And this creature, through what we might call compassion or perhaps altruism, had no desire for pain to be brought either to the juvenile males in the schools or the adults in the town. Pain, the creature decided, was to be avoided at all cost. Pleasure, on the other hand.... Every living creature exists by extracting from its environment some form of sustenance. Humans eat things grown in the grown and the flesh of beasts. Some creatures only eat flesh. Others only eat vegetation. What's important to note, however, is that Earth creatures represent a sliver of the nourishment patterns found within this universe. The micro-Borgas on Vetta 5 eat pure copper. The Hadissa Kepta on Raigas Prime eat acidic condensation, or acid clouds. The Nuba people eat memories. This creature, the one now sitting on the green grass under a warm springtime sun, eats pleasure. Not every day, mind you. Not once a week nor once a year. Actually, the creature only needs to dine on pleasure one every three hundred thousand years, and the last time it fed was, well, three hundred thousand years ago! James Hiddleberry, a fifth grader at Emerson, has a saying: "If I don't like broccoli, I won't eat broccoli. I love French fries, so I'm going to eat French fries!" Unfortunately for James, he isn't the only living thing in the universe that ascribes to this type of mentality with regards to mealtime. The creature has a similar type of mantra: "Pleasure tastes sweetest when it is new or only recently discovered. Pleasure from those already acquainted with it is not particularly filling, and rather bland besides. The pleasure from males is delicious and enjoyable while the pleasure from females tends to be sour and off-putting" And unlike James, who may have to eat broccoli every once in a while, the creature, who waits a long time between feedings, will always eat what it wants because, quite frankly, no one is going to stop it. Hence, the lack of female young and adults. Eventually, as the creature settled into a comfortable position and began to salivate over its upcoming meal, two things occurred. First, it extended it's own electrical field around the three schools, acting as a solid barrier whose purpose was to keep it's (for lack of a better term) prey confined. Second, it began to extend its sensory and food retrieval organs. Of these organs, there were five. First was a basic and simple tentacle that would come to be known as a Prodder. These Prodders come in all shapes and sizes, though a distinguishing characteristic is that they all have a flared head, similar (but not near as pronounced) to a mushroom. Some Prodders are so small around that they cannot be seen. Some are as large around as an oak tree. The skin of these Prodders is slick, secreting evenly a slippery fluid called spooge that reduces friction by a considerable amount. The second organ was called a Sucker. These tentacles are similar to the Prodders, but end in a type of mouth like organ whose depth ranges from mere millimeters to a dozen inches and is filled with thousands of micro-filaments that wiggle and compress with a great deal of dexterity. The Suckers also produce the slippery fluid called spooge and have a small Prodder embedded in their organ that acts, in many ways, like a tongue. The third organ was later referred to simply as a Feeder; a very special organ that interacts with other organisms in a very unique way. The Feeder, whose end is capped with a small mound of flesh, attaches to the main nerve center of a creature (in a humans case, the back of the head right above the spinal column) and acts as an umbilical cord between the prey and the creature - allowing the creature to send huge quantities of necessary nutrients to the captured prey. The fourth organ, though never noticed by any of the humans who ended up near it, would best be described as a Spiggot. The Spiggot is a small organ with a nozzle at the tip. Unlike the other organs, which all can grown to near infinite lengths, the Spiggot only grows about three feet out of the organisms body. The Spiggot expels into the air a spray of venom which fills the enclosed space around the organism (thanks to its projected electrical field) and is inhaled by it's victims. This spray is designed to interact with the victim's biology to produce two effects. First, because the organism needs to feed off pleasure, it needs to be able to draw a great deal of pleasure out of it's prey. Most creatures can achieve their peak pleasure only once and must then wait a long period of time before being able to do so again. The venom erases this waiting period, making creatures capable of continuously hitting their pleasure peaks without causing any biological or neurological damage to itself. Additionally, the venom makes the creature experience a constant sexual awareness; a major arousal whose purpose is to make it more susceptible to the ministrations of the organism's many appendages. Second, the venom acts as a very powerful healing agent, boosting the immune system of its victim 1000% and healing the victim of any types of injury. Any diseases of Earth, any birth defect or injury, any looming health problem will be easily corrected by the venom. In fact, this healing also has a calming effect which will help keep the victim's heart rate stable and breathing normal, making it possible to undergo something traumatic (like being caught by the organism in the first place) without dying of fright (as some animals are known to do when captured by a predator). Finally (and an interesting side-effect), the venom exponentially speeds up the production of semen in males, and has the unique characteristic of causing immature testes to begin production of semen long before they normally would. The final organ does not require a great deal of explanation and yet is probably the most important organ the organism has. Throughout the course of the day, many of the schoolboys would see these organs roaming the three campuses. Though unsure of their purpose, these organs are best called the Scoopers. Quite simply, at the end of this organ is a large bundle of nerves, about the size of a regular television set. This bundle of nerves acts as data entry points and "scoops up" the energy in the area surrounding it, feeding that energy back to the organism. Simply put, these Scoopers extend to wherever pleasure is being generated and absorb, in an almost psychic fashion, the energy of the pleasure. And so, while the boys throughout Emerson, Washington, and Grant-Thorton looked about with confusion that their teachers and female classmates were gone and realized excitedly that they had free reign of the classroom, they were unaware that hundreds of Prodders, Suckers, Feeders, and Scoopers were making their way toward them while hundreds more Spiggots pumped venom into the air. If they had, they would have soon realized that there was nothing they, or their classmates, or the local or national authorities, could do about what was coming next. ........................ It had been a rather lackluster day for the sixteen and seventeen year olds sitting in Mrs. Chin's junior English class. Last night, many of them completed their reading of "The Grapes of Wrath" in time for the pop quiz that Mrs. Chin had sprung on them this morning. They were all bored - waiting mainly for the clock to inch closer to the next period and, hopefully, the end of the day. Several of them had made plans to meet afterschool at Burger King, while a few others had band or swimming or simply wanted to get home and crash. All in all, typical teenagers. When Mrs. Chin and the girls suddenly got up and left though, the boys, the pop quizzes they had been working on forgotten, looked around stupidly. Why would Mrs. Chin leave? Why would the girls? After all, the class was in the middle of a test! Ten minutes after Mrs. Chin and the girls had left, each boy remained in his seat, chatting quietly with his neighbors about this new turn of events and wondering if this meant that class was dismissed. Several even suggested that someone go look for the missing students and faculty member, but though there was a great deal of agreement that that was the best course of action, none got up. Seventeen-year-old Jerry Rynman, who had continued to work the test and just finished the last question, put his pencil down and looked around, only now realizing what was going on. "Hmmm..." he thought to himself. "I wonder where everyone is... Well, I'm sure Mrs. Chin will be back. I better put my test on her desk like she likes." So Jerry, being a good student, got up out of his seat in the back of the room, walked over to his teachers desk, and laid his test face side up on her desk. It was at that moment that something embarrassing happened. Jerry got an erection! Now, Jerry had had plenty of erections while in school. In fact, it always seemed that he boned up right when he was supposed to go to the blackboard or at the very moment when Cynthia Black, the girl he'd been crushing over for two years, wanted to talk to him. Popping wood wasn't unusual. However, this was not a normal erection. Instead of taking a few minutes to chub up while thinking dirty thoughts about Cynthia's tits, Jerry went from 0 to 60 in an instant. Literally, no boner while laying the test on Mrs. Chin's desk, raging boner as he retracted his hand. Embarrassed (and horny all of a sudden), Jerry tried to keep his cool as he rushed back to his seat, feeling like all eyes in the room were on him and the obvious tent in his pants. Yet Jerry didn't need to worry, because every one of the sixteen boys in his class was focused on his own raging hormones and the sudden horniness that washed over him like a tidal wave. One moment, Roy Tacky was joking with his friend Carlos Hernandez, the next moment he as doing everything he could to suppress a moan. One moment, he was soft; the next moment, he was hard as a rock. In fact, as he tried everything he could to gain control of his body, he heard several other boys let out little groans of sexual frustration. His body flushed. His cock began to dribble pre-cum. And, almost unconsciously, his hand drifted down to his raging erection and he fought with every ounce of willpower not to slip his hand down his pants and play with himself. Instead and with an intense effort, he managed to rearrange his tool so it was more comfortable, the desire to jack-off almost overpowering. The rest of the class was no better. Just like Jerry and Roy, each boy found that, in the span of moments, they went from conversing with their friends and completely soft to hastily trying to rearrange themselves and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum into their boxers. What's more, just as each adjusted himself so his boner wasn't stuck at an odd angle, each discovered that he wanted nothing more than whip it out and fire off a load. Nate Silverman, the stud of the football team, thanks to the load he shot in the shower that morning and the load his girlfriend Angela Mercer had sucked out of him as he drove her to school only an hour ago, was the first to conquer his near overwhelming desire to jerk off and look around at his classmates. Though Nate wasn't the brightest bulb, it was infinitely clear to him as he scanned the room that something wasn't right. He noticed Derrick Hamper, the asshole goth kid in the corner, pink in the face and panting. He noticed Jason Werner, the nerdy but friendly kid who sat next to him and sometimes let Nate cheat off of his papers, trying desperately to pull his shirt down enough to cover what was obviously a major hard on attempting to break through his pants. The more he looked around, the more Nate realized that he wasn't the only one in the room who was feeling excessively horny all of a sudden; everyone was. And so, doing the only thing rational, Nate began to ask if anyone knew what was going on. He never completed his sentence. Only a few syllables in, the windows flew open, the door blew off its hinges, and a great deal of something entered the room. .................. Phil was excited. He and his best friend Andy were just putting the finishing touches on their rock crystal formation. Mr. French, the science teacher at Washington Middle School, had assigned this project expecting most of his students to shrug it off as just another boring assignment. That definitely wasn't the case with Phil and Andy. Both boys were smart. Both boys were driven. Both boys were constantly number one and number two in their sixth grade class. Though only eleven, each boy looked forward to the day that they could move on to highschool and would be afforded the opportunity to tackle complex science projects. And after that? College! "Wow" Phil thought to himself as he finished writing down a description of the crystals. "I know I'm going to ace this test that Mr. French is going to give us on Friday. And then I'll be valedictorian of my high-school class (unless Andy is, in which case I'll be happy for him, though I am NOT going to let him beat me out in gpa!) and then on to Harvard and then on to become a doctor and then become president!" With that pleasing thought, Phil chuckled quietly to himself. "What's so funny Phil?" asked Andy. "Oh, nothing" responded Phil, "I was just thinking about the test on Friday. We are going to do so well, aren't we?" "Ya," responded Andy, "I can't wait to see what Mr. French puts on the test. His extra credit questions are always really funny. Speaking of Mr. French, where is he? And where are the girls?" Unobserved by Phil, Andy, and the rest of the eleven and twelve year old boys who were all busy goofing off with each other and trying to get their rock crystal formations up and running, Mr. French and the girls had slipped out a short time earlier. In fact, at that moment, they, along with many others, were already several blocks over and continuing their compulsive trek into the surrounding community. As the two boys continued to look around and ponder where everyone was, Charlie Hash and Christian Flanders, realizing their teacher and half the class was now absent, decided to make a little mischief. Both left their lab stations and began to approach the white board with the intention of drawing something comical and, perhaps, even lewd. They never made it. Being eleven and twelve, the sixth grader boys in Mr. French's classroom were boiling over with hormones almost nonstop. In fact, as their bodies began the change into adulthood and their minds began to alter due to the influx of exotic chemicals coursing through them, most of the boys could feel that something marvelous and major was happening in their lives. For some, like Charlie Hash, sex was an old friend. Having discovered masturbation at scout camp a year and a half ago, Charlie had been pleasuring himself as part of his nightly ritual every night before he dozed off to sleep. For other, like Shawn Zees, sex was something he had heard about and knew was coming, but he still hadn't discovered the joy of fiddling with his immature pricklett. But, regardless of personal knowledge that their own bodies could produce a euphoric pleasure, each boy in that classroom had noticed that members of the opposite sex (and in some cases, the same sex) were becoming more and more interesting - even attractive. And yet, despite some having more experience than others, none were prepared for the sudden and powerful sexual urges that hit them with the force of a nuclear blast. Unlike their high-school counterparts, who all had experience with arousal and could control their bodies to some extent, the middle-schoolers were like empty cups suddenly and forcefully brimming over with water. Cocks sprung faster than they had ever sprung before as each boy suddenly became incredibly and overwhelmingly aroused. Several of the boys, being normal eleven and twelve-year-olds, were already horny before the mass arousal hit. Jacob Sanders, Kevin McDougle, and Kyle Barkley were each finishing up his science project while hoping that his respective boy boner would go down soon. An inconvenience to be sure, each had sprung a woody earlier and was doing his best to avoid being noticed by his peers. When the massive wave of arousal hit, all three were pushed over the edge and climaxed; for Kevin, it was his first orgasm ever. "Oh! Oh my god! Oh my god, whats.. whats... happening to... meeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!" screamed Kevin as he shook uncontrollably, his attention firmly focused on the brutally hard 3-inch cocklett in his pants that, though it was not ejecting any liquid from his body, still kept sending signals to his brain that over-loaded his senses. He came. And came. And came some more. "Ahhhhh" he screamed, seeing stars and planets and feeling like a molten core was trying to burst from his body. He had never cum in his entire life and it seemed that his eleven-year-old body was attempting to make up for lost time. As his orgasm hit and with no experience of such, Kevin could only wonder helplessly as his muscles shuddered, he broke out in an intense sweat, and his immature prostate did its best to expel the non-existent fluid his balls had yet to produce. Also unlike their high-school counterparts, who had the ability to control their urges born from several years of puberty, the sixth grade boys in Mr. French's class had no such self-control. Heads were thrown back in moans. Hands moved from crystalline rock formations to rock hard nipples and began to rub those sensitive and sexy glands. Most of the boys shoved a hand into his pants and grasped his impossibly hard cock. Christian Flanders, halfway to Mr. French's desk and without even realizing what he was doing in front of his classmates, lifted his right leg onto a nearby empty chair, shoved his left hand down the front of his pants to grasp his boycock, and sent his right hand down the back of his pants to force his middle finger right up his ass - a trick he had learned only a few nights ago that would lead to an even better orgasm. Within moments, the sixth grade boys were engaged with their bodies in a carnal fashion, pleasuring themselves fast and with the vigor that only an eleven or twelve-year-old could muster. And they all still had their cloths on! So focused on the onslaught of bodily feelings, none seemed to notice that the windows and doors had opened and a new onslaught was about to begin! .................. Six-year-old Billy Fraizer was bored. His First grade teacher, Mrs. Kinsey, had left the classroom right in the middle of story time. One minute, Mrs. Kinsey was reading from My Dog Rufus, a cool chapter book about a magic dog named Rufus McBarker. The next minute, she was gone. This in and of itself wasn't entirely unusual though. Sometimes, Mrs. Kinsey left the room to talk on her cell phone and cry. He'd asked his mom about it one time and she'd said poor Mrs. Kinsey was getting a divorce, meaning she and her husband weren't going to live together any more. Billy felt bad for Mrs. Kinsey because she was so nice and a really good teacher. He just could wrap his head around why her husband wouldn't want to live with her. But his mom had told him not to talk about it and, being a good kid, he had kept his mouth shut. What had made this time weird, though, was that the girls had left too! Each one of them had gotten up and followed Mrs. Kinsey out the door! Several of the boys, Billy included, had voiced questions at them as they left, but none of the girls or Mrs. Kinsey had answered. Billy thought about following them but, for some reason, couldn't. It was like he didn't want to. Like, he had to stay were he was. None of the other boys left either. Still, even though it was weird, Billy wasn't worried. They would come back because Mrs. Kinsey had promised them that they could do an art project later and there was no way she'd break her promise. As the minutes ticked by and his classmates and he looked around at each other and waited for Mrs. Kinsey and the girls to come back, he began to daydream about what he was going to do after school. His best friend Peter Patakky and his other best friend Megan Ruints were going over to Peter's house. Peter's mom had agreed to let them come over and play and Billy was excited because Peter just got a new swing set built in his backyard. Megan had said that she could swing the highest on it, but Billy wasn't so sure. After all, Megan was a girl and everyone knew boys were better at that sort of thing. It was a that moment that JD Daniels got up and, turning to his classmates, asked the question that was on everyone's mind. "Where'd everybody go?" "I don't know", replied Michael Loverns "do you think we were supposed to go too?" "Probably" responded Terry Castro. "But they didn't tell us to". "Well" interrupted JD, "I want to know what happens to Rufus McBarker!" And with that, the precocious seven year old, in his normal outgoing fashion, marched right up to Mrs. Kinsey seat, picked up the book, sat down, and began trying to puzzle out the words on the page. Despite being seven, JD was a natural leader and, due to taking the lead, his classmates all settled back down and attempted to pay attention. After all, if Mrs. Kinsey wasn't going to read to them, maybe JD could! And if the girls weren't here, too bad! After picking a random paragraph to start (as JD wasn't sure where Mrs. Kinsey had left off), he began to read. It was tough going, though. Despite being a good reader for his age, JD struggled over some of the larger words. In the end, however, he began to find a bit of a rhythm and his classmates began to let their minds drift as he progressively, and sometimes haltingly, told the story of Rufus McBarker. A short time later, as JD was in the middle of describing Rufus's encounter with the mailman, something strange happened. Billy, who was paying attention to the story in an almost dazed fashion, suddenly felt as if he just jolted awake; as if he'd started to nod off and just as his head began to tilt forward, his mind snapped to attention. Yet, this was a different kind of attention and it most certainly was a different kind of snap. He felt more aware of his surroundings. His skin began to prickle and he got goosebumps. He became aware that his classmates had suddenly started breathing harder and, with that realization, discovered his own breath was much more labored than it had been moments earlier. He began to sweat. He quickly scanned the room, making eye contact with several of the other boys, noting that they too had begun to sweat and look otherwise flustered. Several of them had flushed faces, and each seemed to be imploring him with their eyes to explain why they suddenly felt so strange. Suddenly, the book JD was holding fell to the floor, and the noise of its impact startled the seventeen first graders from their stupor. "I feel weird" said JD, with echo's of "me too" and "uh huh" coming just after. And with that, each boy seemed to suddenly realize that something was going on in his pants. The reaction was obvious. In a matter of moments, just after the strange feeling swept through the room, each boy became both erect and cognizant of the fact that he was erect. Sure, their wieners had all been hard before, but it never seemed to register to any of them as odd or different. Now, all their thoughts came flooding to that one organ - all their thoughts fleeing one head and into another. And the feelings themselves seemed to be demanding something - their little cockletts seemed to want, nay, need them to do... something. Unsure of how to calm their raging hormones, the boys all began to fidget in place and bounce around with unbridled energy. It felt, to them, like they were ready to pop. The lone boy in the room that had some inkling of what was going on was six-year-old Brian Catrell. For the past few months, his brother Carl, who was fifteen and in high-school, had been coming into his room at night and doing stuff to him. It started with Carl using his fingers to touch Brian "down there" and making Brian touch Carl's hard wiener at the same time. A couple of weeks ago, Carl suddenly put his face down to Brian's little dickie and actually sucked on it like a popsicle. It felt kinda nice, Brian thought when Carl was doing it, but also kinda bad because Brian knew his brother shouldn't be doing it. When he had been forced to lick Carl's wiener in return, Brian had thought he was going to cry. It wasn't until Carl began to bob up and down really fast on Brian's little boycock that Brian suddenly started to feel really good down there and that good feeling, coupled with his brothers threats, convinced him to keep the whole thing quiet. Though Brian wasn't entirely sure he really liked the "sex stuff" as his brother called it, and he sometimes dreaded what was to come when his door would open late at night and Carl would get in bed with him, the feelings now coursing through him reminded him of those many nights with Carl. And instead of feeling sad or yucky at the thought of his brother touching him and making Brian touch him back, Brian suddenly found himself craving those games. He shuddered with pleasure. It was Billy who noticed something else had happened while he and his classmates were wrestling with their out-of-control and newly discovered urges. The classroom door and the windows had all been opened. As Billy was about to mention it, something unimaginable sprang from the thresholds and into Mrs. Kinsey's first grade classroom. To be continued...