So, this one came from me binging the alien movies one weekend and my brain decided to go here. This will be a very fucked up story dealing with a lot of sensitive content that I will list below this paragraph, so if any of it isn't your thing, I don't suggest reading this one.

Warnings: exophilia, teratophilia, aliens, alien sex, alien/human relationships, smut, rape/non-con elements, forced pregnancy, oviposition, egg laying, stockholm syndrome (kind of), breeding, mental manipulation, manipulation, human experimentation, unethical experimentation, alien experimentation, alien cultures, shotty attempts at biology.

That being said, again, if you don't like it, move along.

I don't own anything you recognize.

It's the sound that wakes Kira from her sleep. It's a deafening boom, loud enough to shake the windows. The wall across from her bed is painted red from the light coming in the window, strange for 3:25 in the morning. She quickly pulls on a robe, turning to look out the window. The forest in the distance is highlighted by red, smoke rising and painting the sky a bloody orange color. Her sleep hazed mind quickly processes what she's seeing, putting it together that some kind of explosion caused the boom that had drawn her from her sleep.

She grabs her phone off the table, only to find the signal dead. She wasn't that far out of town, and she usually at least got two bars in her bedroom. She tries the light switch, only to find it dead too. Whatever had caused the explosion had apparently also taken out the power and cell tower with it. Kira huffs out a breath, heading down the stairs to find the candles. She wasn't going back to sleep. If that fire got out of hand, it could spread right up to her doorstep. She wasn't about to be caught unawares.

She finds her spare bottles of propane, pulling out a flashlight and extra batteries just in case. The light from the fire in the woods is bright enough she doesn't need to light her candles, but she keeps them close anyway. If she was lucky, the fire department would get the fire put out soon and it would go back to being the normal pitch black darkness that she loved about the forest and the isolation outside of town. She never considered herself lucky before, but maybe this time things would pan out.

She moves out onto her back porch, taking a flashlight with her. She sits on one of the chairs, watching the trees. It was a chilly night, but Kira didn't mind. She preferred the cool air to the stifling heat they would get in the summer. She watches the trees, the faint scent of smoke in the air. The fire was still burning brightly, the orange glow over the top of the trees keeping her hypnotized.

A rustling the bushes to her left draws her from her relaxed state. She grabs the flashlight, her heart rate picking up. She stands, shining the flashlight around in the bushes. It was probably just an animal; no doubt the explosion and the fire would frighten them away from that spot. She descends the porch steps, hearing the rustling further out into her garden. There were coyotes and deer in the area and she had noticed some of her newly planted garden was disappearing.

Kira slowly shines the light through the bushes, a startled gasp leaving her as she finds the culprit. The brief look she gets is more than enough as the flashlight drops from her hand and onto the ground in shock. An unearthly hiss sounds as Kira backs up as quickly as she can, her foot catching on a rock, sending her onto her back in the wet grass.

The creature lunges after her, landing above her in the grass. It's unlike anything she's ever seen before, the dim lighting giving her no general idea of what it could be. It's entirely alien, and Kira was sure she would die very shortly. It lets out another hiss, but stops abruptly. Kira stays still, waiting for the creature to strike, but after a few moments of nothing she slowly opens her eyes. The creature is inches from her face, seemingly frozen in place. A wet, oddly sticky substance is leaking from its mouth like drool, soaking through her sleep shirt.

The creature leans forward, nearly touching her face as it makes a strange huffing sound at her. It's smelling her, she realizes. It traces over her face before moving lower, the thick drool sticking to her neck as it presses its face against her skin. Kira's heart is hammering in her ears, her fingers clawing at the grass, holding still as the creature moves lower, snuffling along her chest and down her stomach. She gulps as she sees a long barbed tail swinging behind the creature, the end of it looking like it could slice her head off in less than a second.

Kira finally moves as the creature presses lower, unceremoniously shoving its face between her legs. She reacts the only way she can think of, her hands pushing at the elongated skull. Surprisingly, it moves back, sitting back on its haunches.

"No." She waves a finger at it. "I am not about to join the freaks who claim they've been probed by aliens."

Kira pulls her knees up to her chest as the creature lets out a low hissing whine. Even though she can't see its eyes, she gets the feeling that it's watching her.

"What are you?" She asks, taking in its completely alien form.

The creature tilts its head but before she gets her answer it springs up, leaping into the bushes behind her and disappearing. A moment later she hears the sirens, a parade of firetrucks making their way down the road. The fire must have been closer to her than she thought. She watches them pass by, the flashing lights lighting up her yard. She sees no other sign of the creature that had almost eaten her.

Good riddance, she should have thought. But part of her felt strangely disappointed at its absence.

The fire is out before noon the next day, and the power is back on shortly after that. Kira searches through her entire yard, even venturing into the old barn and the treeline, but she sees no sign of the creature that had been there last night. Perhaps she had imagined it. Perhaps she had fallen asleep for a moment and dreamt about some alien creature in her yard. That would have been an acceptable explanation, had it not been for the dried, sticky drool all over her neck and her pajamas.

She hops in the shower, washing off the drool, ruminating over the alien being. She couldn't see much detail of it in the darkness last night, but what she had seen she can't hardly process. It had two legs and two arms, that much she had seen. It also had a tail that had looked deadly as all get out. Its head had been oddly shaped, long and almost phallic looking. Despite its bony structure, it had enormous strength. She had felt it when it hit the ground over her. It had moved fast too, and its teeth had been long and sharp, definitely sharp enough to tear through skin. It certainly could have torn through hers, but something had stopped it. Something had kept it from killing her.

There's no sign of the creature for the rest of the day, but Kira isn't exactly looking. She lived on a fairly quiet road, but that day it was full of cars driving past, no doubt heading out to where the fire had been. Obviously it had to be something important if the military was involved. Maybe an asteroid or a satellite had fallen out of orbit and landed out there. Or maybe some kind of aircraft had crashed. Or maybe someone had tried to escape with secrets and had met an untimely death to make sure they stayed secret.

She was only speculating, of course. It could have been anything, and she knew her chances of finding out were slim. The papers would publish some cover story and she, along with the other residents of the area, would have to accept it as fact. Kira can't help but let that bother her. Kira wasn't exactly radical in her beliefs, but she always thought if something dangerous was happening close by, the town inhabitants had a right to know the truth.

Kira is making dinner when the noise starts. There's a solid tapping at the glass door, too methodical and rhythmic to be an animal. Kira grabs the knife on the counter, slowly making her way out of the kitchen. The tapping changes to full on thudding, the glass door shaking at the force of the impact. Kira grips the knife tighter, her hand starting to shake as she enters the dining room. She had moved out here to avoid people and for safety. Sure she'd had the occasional animal wander into her yard and wreak havoc all over the place, but nothing had ever come up to her door and attempted to break in.

Kira's stomach drops as she turns the corner, looking out the glass door. In the dusky darkness outside, illuminated by the setting sun, is the creature from the night before. It's bigger in the light than she had originally made it out to be in her head, sitting back on its haunches just to reach the door. The thudding sound is its head hitting the glass, making it shudder dangerously. She'd invested in thicker, more expensive glass, not specifically for moments like this, but in the case of a stray predator deciding it wanted to try to get in.

Kira's panicked brain is trying to figure out what to do. She could hide in the house, but she knew it would only be a matter of time before the creature found her. She could try the front door and try to make a run for it, but gauging on how fast it moved last night, she wouldn't make it very far, even with it on the opposite side of the house. Plus, her car keys were upstairs in her room. Even if she could beat it to her car, there's no promise she'll get up to get her keys before the glass gives. She could try to fight it, but again, there was a slim chance there too. Her thoughts go to the hunting rifle hanging on the living room wall. It was her dad's, a gift after she'd moved out of town.

A crack sounding makes her jump, the glass cracking where the creature is hitting its head. Kira makes her decision, running for the gun in the living room. The glass shatters as she climbs up on the mantle, grabbing the gun off its stand. It was always loaded, same with the one she kept upstairs. The creature lets out a hiss, the heavy sounds of its feet hitting her hardwood let her know it was now inside.

She could try to kill it, but she only had two shots. She was decent, but she had figured the gun would only be for warning shots, not actually killing something. She could try to run, but even then, where would she go? Her closest neighbors were over two miles in either direction, and the woods would offer her no help. She hadn't seen visible eyes on the creature, which meant it probably had a stellar sense of smell. Maybe she could confront it and convince it to leave. It was obviously intelligent. It seemed like her best option, since she was most likely going to die anyway.