Invasion of the Impregnators

By: Gozer the Gozerean

Bloomington, Indiana, 1951

The night was quiet, but high above the university, strange craft hovered in the sky. Small pods descended from them, like eggs from a sea turtle, but deep purple rather than white.

The young, blond co-ed slipped into black stockings; a pretty black dress lay on the bed, ready for the evening dinner function; but she would never get into it. Jennifer was too surprised to emit a sound when the alien form grappled and wrestled her onto the couch. Panicked noises escaped her as strong coiled limbs pinned her arms and forced her legs wide open.

A genuine scream finally came when the quivering forked appendage spread her labia, and the segmented phallus nudged her opening and pushed its way inside.

It penetrated her quickly, roughly, driving against and then thru her hymen, forcing a mortified wail from her lips. Beyond horror, Jennifer shuddered and moaned in despair as she fel her first copulation consumated by gouts of alien semen pumping into her virgin depths.

The nightmare was merely beginning, however. The creature flexed and shuddered, and its thick phallus withdrew part-way, only to force its way back in deeper than before. It repeated the process, beginning a steady fucking rhythm. As it flooded her fertile body with its second volley of jism, Jennifer's cries blended with those of her fifty-odd dorm-mates—a chorus of terror and alien debauchery.

When she awoke a little later, Jennifer stumbled thru the dorm corridor, still naked but for her stockings. Many of the doors were wide open. She watched numbly as Linda the chubby girl got a gut-ful of alien seed, then again as Andrea the easy cheerleader got the same—and groaned with carnal satisfaction even while her boyfriend's naked body lay dead on the floor beside her.

The aliens skittered along the ceiling, claws clutching and scratching the tiles as went. Some stopped to sniff her, but they all seemed satisfied that she had already been taken.

Jennifer stumbled outside, half intent on screaming for help, half in fear that making any noise would draw them to her again. But it was no use. Dead young men lay in pools of their own blood in and around cars still waiting at the curb to pick up dates. And down the street at the other dorms and sorority houses, there echoed screams; screams that heralded the first true invasion of Earth—one nubile female at a time.

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