Sleepness4
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So with the storming of Area 51 being a popular thing right now I think it’s be cool to have a story where they successfully storm it and a man comes across an alien futa.
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Hypoxia
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Yeah, it's hot news. We anniversaried there (didn't get abducted) and I've reported from there. It's dreary. But maybe a scene at the Little A'Le Inn in Rachel NV beside the big UFO beacon with some space folk gliding in and overpowering the humans, sure. The infamous Black Mailbox is almost big enough to screw in. Hope the Camo Guys don't shoot.
LupusDei
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Oh well, let me attempt a spin there.
So, someone takes it to attempt the storming of Area 51 as the final joke, half sure they will be alone in the attendance. For a surprise, there's a crowd, and very diverse one. Well, no more than few hundred people perhaps, but still a grand party. Bored jokesters, serious nutjobs, serial party crashers, random crazies, a whole fraction of reporters and online streamers, and so on and on.
Shots are called, recreational drugs shared, everyone have great time, and grow hornier and naughtier by the minute.
Eventually, someone reminds the purpose of the party. Maybe a fourth of the people field out to the supposed starting positions. Most just as the rolling joke, some with dead serious intentions, some as lightly reluctant followers, yet others just out of curiosity what happens next.
Some drunk nutjob suggest that security systems won't identify them as treat if they strip nude. That is seen as suitably hilarious and absurd, and in the heightened adrenaline state accepted as a logical next step; in the desert, at night, in a company of confirmed crazies, who cares!
What was left of the invasion force dissipates in screwing groupings, wandering off in desert without direction. Our lead participate in few shortly, but wander forth, and eventually in some eerie buildings. There's already few people, already half- or totally nude, so likely from the party... only at least one of them is obviously a futa...
The next day, the hangovers are somewhat fierce, the people lazily gather, trying or not to cover with whatever articles of clothing they're managed to find, typically someone's else. Including the several dick girls and few full blown futa who proudly display themselves. They do claim they were in the party last night, but were they? Who remember everyone in that crowd anyway?
Eventually, after short and relatively downbeat celebrations of the "successful" storming, contacts get shared and everyone goes away, to their lives... but somehow, the world is never the same, and not just because of the ongoing fuck buddy relationship with the said futa.
So, someone takes it to attempt the storming of Area 51 as the final joke, half sure they will be alone in the attendance. For a surprise, there's a crowd, and very diverse one. Well, no more than few hundred people perhaps, but still a grand party. Bored jokesters, serious nutjobs, serial party crashers, random crazies, a whole fraction of reporters and online streamers, and so on and on.
Shots are called, recreational drugs shared, everyone have great time, and grow hornier and naughtier by the minute.
Eventually, someone reminds the purpose of the party. Maybe a fourth of the people field out to the supposed starting positions. Most just as the rolling joke, some with dead serious intentions, some as lightly reluctant followers, yet others just out of curiosity what happens next.
Some drunk nutjob suggest that security systems won't identify them as treat if they strip nude. That is seen as suitably hilarious and absurd, and in the heightened adrenaline state accepted as a logical next step; in the desert, at night, in a company of confirmed crazies, who cares!
What was left of the invasion force dissipates in screwing groupings, wandering off in desert without direction. Our lead participate in few shortly, but wander forth, and eventually in some eerie buildings. There's already few people, already half- or totally nude, so likely from the party... only at least one of them is obviously a futa...
The next day, the hangovers are somewhat fierce, the people lazily gather, trying or not to cover with whatever articles of clothing they're managed to find, typically someone's else. Including the several dick girls and few full blown futa who proudly display themselves. They do claim they were in the party last night, but were they? Who remember everyone in that crowd anyway?
Eventually, after short and relatively downbeat celebrations of the "successful" storming, contacts get shared and everyone goes away, to their lives... but somehow, the world is never the same, and not just because of the ongoing fuck buddy relationship with the said futa.
LupusDei
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The undertones is of course, that the futa (there's several) are either alien or some alien-human experiment results, and used the event as cover to escape. But they have limited mind control abilities that cause everyone to threat their presence as completely normal, even when they wander around naked and screw in public places...
Hypoxia
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Before writing about Area 51, be sure to read Glenn Campbell's classic Area 51 Viewer's Guide (pdf). My physical copy is dog-eared. Yes, cattle gather on roadways awaiting collision or alien mutilation, "staring death in the face, chewing their cuds".
Side note: The old mining town of Tonopah provides access to the north side of Area 51. Tonopah is famous for its creepy Clown Motel beside the Boot Hill graveyard. Aliens and mutants certainly have a place there.
Side note: The old mining town of Tonopah provides access to the north side of Area 51. Tonopah is famous for its creepy Clown Motel beside the Boot Hill graveyard. Aliens and mutants certainly have a place there.
