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                             Invading  Ingrid   
                             (an Alien story)
                               by Miss Lucy
                            archer77@flash.net 


     Ingrid drove sullenly down the long winding road.  Scott's party had 
degenerated into pairing off and finding dark corners, and she wasn't 
*about* to sink that low.  *She* was saving herself.  The whole casual sex 
trend disgusted her, and she wasn't about to keep her opinions to herself.  
She was an enlightened woman, who had made her choices.  If everyone else 
chose to play "hide the sausage" in the dark, let them.  *She*, for one, 
was *not* going to bow to social pressure.


     Far, far above, the stars- and something else- twinkled.


     The Yiks were a highly evolved species, respected for their vast 
technical knowlege and advances in the art of communication.  In 
appearance, they were roughly square in shape, with four appendages ending 
in hand-like pods.  When walking, they varied as to which two appendages 
they chose.  Their eyes were in the center of their bodies.  They had no 
mouth, since the two ways they communicated required none.  They had 
limited telepathic skills, but their other mode of communication is what 
had advanced them far above other cultures.  They exchanged massive amounts 
of detailed information and data, through the exchange of genetic material.  
As one received material from the other, it disseminated the information 
throughout it's body; enabling them to pass the exact same information on 
to another.  The way they exchanged this information, was by linking long 
fleshy information "plugs" to information "sockets."  Each Yik had one 
plug, and one socket- at opposite ends of their bodies.  Often, they would 
meet and assume the proper position, "plugging in" to each other to 
exchange information.  Always, they hungered for more and more knowledge.  
This hunger had driven them to the remote planet of Earth.


     Ingrid saw the shooting star grow and grow, slowing her car to a stop 
on the side of the road.  The star became a fire ball, and actually looked 
as if it would crash- but no crash came.  Running along the side of the 
road, she *had* to know what happened!  She crested a ridge, and saw.  
There, gently touching down, was no falling star.  It was a space ship!  
Part of her wanted to run, part of her wanted to faint, and part of her 
wanted to deny the whole thing.  But then a voice inside said "Ingrid; who 
would *you* rather their first contact with human life be?"  Those dopes 
back at the party?  No!  Summoning her bravery, she walked toward the 
vessel.


     "Look, Zin!"  Zag thought, pointing to a view port.  "A native 
approaches!"

     Zin looked, and nodded.  "It keeps opening and closing it's 
information socket.  It must hunger for knowledge as much as we."

     "Bring it aboard!"  Zel added his thoughts.  "We have much knowledge 
to give, and heartily wish to receive."

     They opened a door and lowered a gangway.


     In awe of the colors and sights, Ingrid did not hesitate.  Up she 
went.  Her mood soon changed, though.  For at the top of the gangway, one 
of the strange beings stood on it's hands, grabbed her, and shoved it's (oh 
no!) in her mouth!  She was so shocked, she couldn't react!  Maybe this was 
*not* the alien's nasty dick, but it certainly looked like one!  She tried 
to say something, but her words were muffled.


     "I can't find a data contact." Zel complained.

     "Jiggle it around a little.  It has to be in there, somewhere." Zin 
answered, watching with interest.  "Where is it's data plug?"

     "Must be under this wrapping."  Zag lifted the veil that hung from the 
human.


     Not satisfied with degrading her, these disgusting creatures were 
looking up her dress!  Ingrid felt her consciousness drift in and out, as 
it all became too much for her.


     "Look!"  Zag thought to the others.  "Another information socket!"

     "You try that one."  Zel complained.  "I'm busy."

     "Help me spread it's appendages, Zin.  I want better access."

     "Certainly.  But surely, there must be *some* plug, somewhere!"

     Zag plugged into the human.  "I can't find the data contact."

     "Jiggle it around."  Zel echoed sarcastically.  "It must be in there 
somewhere." 

     "I think I found the data plugs!"  Zin thought.  "It must be these 
little plugs atop these fleshy mounds."

     "How are we supposed to get any amount of data out of *those*?"  Zel 
observed.

     "We will have to contract our information sockets around them, and use 
musculature to draw them in."  Zin theorized, and did so.  "I'll take this 
one.  You take the other."

     "Zin," Zag thought.  "found another information socket, behind the one 
I'm using."

     "Got it.  My, but these humans are complicated!"


     Ingrid awoke amid her own little orgy.  The fleshy prong in her mouth 
continued to thrust and quiver, joined by similar prongs in her cunt and 
ass.  Two of them were sucking on her tits, taking the nipples far into 
their mouths.  All this stimulation, coupled with the trauma, unleashed 
something deep inside.  Ingrid began to buck and thrash, grinding herself 
against the alien bodies.


     "Look how it hungers for knowledge!"  Zin thought.

     "But we still haven't found the proper contacts."  Zel groused.

     "Perhaps we have," Zag mused, "but they just feel different.  I think 
we should impart our knowledge to it."

     "But it hasn't given *us* anything!"  Zel pointed out.

     "Zel, Zel, Zel."  Zin scolded.  "How better is it, to give than to 
receive?"


     Suddenly, the three aliens shot off!  Writhing and gulping, Ingrid 
devoured their juices eagerly.  Oh, she was so wrong!  How could she have 
missed out on this kind of thing, all this time?  And this advanced alien 
culture- they had chosen *her* to share their sexuality with!  Perhaps, 
after all, *this* was what she was saving herself for!


     "Get anything?"  Zag asked the other two.

     "Not a drop." Zel griped.  "It, on the other hand, got the sum and 
total of all the knowledge we posses.  I confess, I am a bit uneasy about 
this."

     "What are you worried about?"  Zin chided.  "It is mute!  It's plugs 
do not work!  It can't possibly share the knowledge we have given it."

     "True enough."  Zel agreed.  "Give it back it's wrappings, and send it 
on it's way.  We will look for a human with a proper plug."


     They gently lifted her and carried her out of the craft, leaving her 
by the side of the road next to her pile of clothes.  Heedless of her 
nakedness, Ingrid simply waved at them and set off down the road.  Later, 
she was able to find a highway patrolman who was much appreciative of her 
new talents.


     Barry emerged from the foliage, after seeing the aliens return without 
the naked girl.  He'd watched the whole thing, as it had happened in the 
open doorway of the spacecraft.  When the girl had gotten into it, so had 
he.  Now he felt kind of stupid, standing there with his dick in his hand.


     "Look!"  Zel alerted his kinsman.  "Another human!  And this one has a 
plug!"
  
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                             Invading  Ingrid   
                             (an Alien story)
                               by Miss Lucy
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