Dawn Visits Kansas
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classified information, but he has done his research at home. If nothing else, he’s curious, naturally
and always, as any scientist should be. There was a news article he found in a local small-town
newspaper from 1967 that described a meteor landing on a cornfield in Kansas. Differently from the
many of its kind — the mysterious, conspiratorialist fodder — that one didn’t mention aliens at all. It
did, however, talk about a viscous, large, grey mass that was collected for study by the USA
military.
Said mass is actually an alien form from a still unknown planet. It, or he, can be found in a complex
nowadays, open for study and the occasional student tour, as alien life is now run-of-the-mills news.
A new species hailing from the nearby galaxy landed in Pittsburg the other day and that barely
made the morning news. The main actress in the newest Marvel movie is a Mars native, born and
raised, much needed representation for the green-skinned folks. Will is fascinated by it all because
he’s just old enough to remember the world before aliens were common knowledge. He’s also one
of the senior researchers that care for and study the gray mass named after its origins: Kansas-1.
Kansas is a good charge, as far as non-civilized aliens go. He has a preference for red meat,
including human, which makes releasing him into the world impossible. But he has been polite
enough not to eat anyone since the 70’s, and his communication skills are top-notch even though he
can’t speak. Will has had the pleasure of being in charge of his comms for a few years now. There’s
a keyboard in Kansas’ living area that he can type on with one of his many, growing tentacles. It’s
made of symbols to simplify its use, but complex messages can still be conveyed. And, on his part,
Kansas seems able to understand English just fine.
“How are you, boy?” Will greets him fondly. It took many years of observation and research to
realize that Kansas, whatever he is, is a juvenile. He’s growing. On his first decade on Earth, he was
only a smooth mass, around 3 square feet tall and wide. Now, he’s approaching 10, and after his
tentacles sprouted sometime in the 90’s, they have been steadily growing as well.
“He has been really restless,” his colleague, Collen, is the one who responds. She shares the day’s
readings with Will, who frowns as he looks at the numbers. “I don’t know what’s going on with
him, but he has been asking for food non-stop.”
“Then give it to him, he’s a carnivore! If he gets too hungry, we are on the menu,” he responds,
promptly.
She nods and rushes to obey. Will stands on the observation deck, studying Kansas intently. He
looks restless, there’s no need for hormonal readings in order to notice it. From his pool, to the
nook he sleeps in, the alien seems to pace around his enclosure, looking more trapped than ever.
Kansas might need a bigger room and more stimuli, Will annotates.
Pressing the comms button so that he can be heard, Will talks to his charge.
“Hey, Kansas,” the alien stills, tentacles rising minutely to let his friend know he’s listening. “I
know something is off, my boy. I’m sorry you feel hungry and cooped up, Collen is getting more
food for you. There’s a student tour later today, but they won’t even know you’re here, so there
should be no disturbances.”
Kansas glides over the smooth floor, towards his comms pad. He types in something, which Will
patiently waits for, still somewhat fascinated that this viscous, blob of a being is even capable of
communicating with him.
“Hungry. Bored.”
“I’m sorry, buddy. How can I help?”
Kansas stays very still for long moments, Will watches as he thinks, then types.
“Hungry. People,” the alien types.
“You know you can’t eat humans, buddy,” Will retorts, annotating the phrase with concern.
Kansas tums to him then. He’s round and smooth, he has no head, no neck, but Will can swear that
the alien shakes his head before typing again.
“No. Food.” Then, stilling, he seems to think. “Curious. Friend.”
Heart racing, Will scribbles furiously.
“You want a new friend, buddy?”
Kansas types.
“Yes.”
“Okay, okay. I will see what I can do,” then, an idea suddenly comes to Will’s mind. “The students
will arrive in a few hours, maybe you can take a look at them and let me know if you want to, er...
make friends with any, how does that sound?”
“Good. Happy.” The alien responds.
Collen comes through with Kansas’ meat then, and the alien glides towards it happily. But Will has
enough for now.
*
The sameness of his life has never particularly bugged him. Kansas remembers enough about
before the spaceship, before Earth, to know that there’s a purpose to him being here, that someday
his family will come back for him, that he’s supposed to learn from the humans meanwhile. Once
the pink beings collected him and put him here, the learning curve was quick and swift. There were
a few causalities before both parties learned better, but now, he considers the small beings his
friends. And he also knows not all of them are pink. Some are brown, yellow, black. Kansas is as
interested in them as they are in him. He enjoys their voices and rejoices in the few times one has
made direct contact with him, they are so soft.
But recently, there has been something tingling just under his skin, very much like the feeling he
got before his tentacles first sprouted, but a hundred times worse. It makes him very hungry and
very restless, makes him crave distraction and, weirdly, humans. Not as meals, not anymore, he
likes them too much to eat, even though he remembers that they are very tasty. But he perks up
each time he sees one pass by his window, and he finds special satisfaction from watching and
hearing them that he didn’t, before. Kansas doesn’t understand what’s happening and he wishes his
family were here to explain, but alas, his human family is trying to help.
He eats and eats after Will tells the others to give him as much food as he wants. At one point, he
knows he’s full, but he still eats because the hunger has not gone away. Distracting himself while
he waits for the younger humans — the students — to show up is particularly hard, because he knows
he can pick a new friend, which he’s incredibly anxious for. Maybe, they will let his friend come
into his room. Kansas chirps at the thought, satisfied. It has been years since he last touched a
human, but he still remembers the squishiness, the warmth. He wants a squishy friend.
There’s a commotion by the end of the hall leading to his room. He can feel the vibrations even
with the comms turned off, and he perks right up, gliding towards the glass to see better. A group of
humans, younger looking than the ones he usually sees, makes their way down the hall, eyes wide
towards the gleaming, technological laboratory. The students, at last. They can’t see him, as the
glass has been darkened on their side, making it one way. Kansas glides back and forth in front of
the glass, excited, as he takes in their little faces and bodies. A few have yellow hair, most of them
short. One is black, the others are all pink or brown. A couple are tall, a few are short. Among the
dark-haired, pink humans, one calls his attention.
She has long hair and a very symmetrical face and body, that much Kansas knows. The hair and the
smoothness of her features lets him know that she’s female, thought he isn’t entirely sure what the
difference is, just that they seem to generally smell better and be softer than the short-haired males.
This one is particularly interesting because, different from her peers, she looks even softer. Her
height and weight are average, she might even be on the skinnier side with her thin arms and small
build. But encased by the black clothing — jeans — she wears is something that looks so, very
squishy.
Kansas chirps to call Will’s attention, then rushes to his pad to type.
“Found. Friend.” Then, after thinking how to convey the one he wants, he continues. “Female.
Black. Hair. Big. Bottom.”
The gaggle of people outside laugh at something Will says, which humans sometimes do. All
Kansas knows is that it’s good, so he patiently waits and bobs his tentacles along. Will subtly points
at the girl while the other students are distracted by a colleague’s presentation, and Kansas confirms
his choice with a quick ‘yes’. The other students leave, but Will calls the girl, so she stays behind,
looking around uncertainly. Kansas waits, impatient and excited.
“Friend.” He types, as Will is still talking to her, but Kansas feels like he’s bursting with
excitement. “Inside.”
*
It does not please Will to do this. This girl, whoever she really is, seems like a kind, sweet,
intelligent young woman. She has no idea what is coming and, truthfully, neither does he. Top brass
rarely interferes with the lab’s workings nowadays, but giving Kansas access to a human is a
decision that Will couldn’t make by himself. Surprisingly for him, the bosses agreed immediately.
They also give him a strange order. Let Kansas have access, and unless he’s eating the girl, do not
interrupt him. Will guesses they want to see what the alien can do, and current memory deleting
technology grants them enough safety that they can afford to let it play out. Will is apprehensive,
but he would be lying if he said he isn’t just as curious.
He does notice that Kansas chooses the prettiest girl, with the nice, bubbly, large butt. He annotates
that with the most politically correct language he can think of: The subject seems particularly
interested in a female, 23 years old, average height and weight, dark-haired. His eyes are
particularly focused on her lower body, which is well formed and generous, and will be displayed
to him...
Collen is distracting the girl with some talk about a fake internship opportunity while security
arrives. Will is willing to do many things for this lab, but tying down a struggling girl isn’t one of
them. The two large guards arrive, one holding padded handcuffs. Will nods towards them, a non-
verbal go ahead.
“Now, Miss, I will ask you to kindly stay calm and not resist,” Will says, just as the men grab the
girl by her upper arms.
For a moment, she doesn’t struggle, too taken by surprise to react. Then, she starts trying to pull
away.
“What?! Let me go!” The guards are tall, so she’s held a foot over the ground, her legs kicking
uselessly. “I-I didn’t do anything! Stop!”
Will approaches, putting on his best, calming expression.
“Please, don’t worry, it will all be over soon,” he’s keenly aware it’s a lie even as he says it.
“Restrain her.”
The largest security holds her tight while the other one cuffs both her hands behind her back, the
locks audibly clicking shut, tight around her fragile wrists. The girl cries out in fear, pleading to be
released, but is completely ignored.
“If you may, please position as instructed.” Will instructs the guards, who easily obey despite their
struggling charge.
One of them has to cuff her ankles together as well, in order to put her flaying limbs through the
hole. If her curvy, jiggling bottom looks particularly inviting as she fights and squirms, trying to
escape, no one comments on it, though they all notice.
*
Finally, Will responds to Kansas’ pleas to have access to the girl.
“Buddy, humans are very very fragile, and you are incredibly strong.” If Kansas had a heart, it
would be dropping in disappointment. “But we’ve decided to trust you. Her most vital parts won’t
be available to you buddy, I’m sorry, but you will be able to touch her. Is that okay?”
Kansas chirps with happiness. He doesn’t understand what all that explanation entails, all he wants
is to be close to the girl, touch her skin, specially her soft behind. He thinks about it for a while and
remembers a word he heard once. Ass. The soft behind of a human is called ‘ass’.
It takes a few minutes of set ups and Kansas can only watch as the humans interact outside. Soon,
however, a little space opens up on his wall. Its edges are padded, and Agnes is rushed towards it.
To the aliens’ unending delight, the parts of her that are available to him are the exact ones he most
covets, as the girl’s lower body passes through the space, which carefully closes around her waist.
*
Will reassures the girl.
“We will be monitoring you both the whole time, please, just relax.”
Her eyes are wide with fear and she’s close to hyperventilating.
“What’s happening? What are you going to do to me? Please, please, let me go!” She begs prettily.
“Kansas is a very loving, good boy. I wouldn’t worry.” Will smiles. “You can also watch
everything through the monitor, see what he’s doing.”
“See what? Who is Kansas...?” But the words die on her lips when she finally looks at the monitor
and sees the alien, in all his grey, huge, viscous glory.
Will feels only a little bit bad at knowing that, if Kansas does hurt her, he won’t be able to help
unless it’s truly deadly. But the young woman clearly doesn’t need to know that. Stepping back, he
watches his charge as well.
*
Kansas slides closer, so excited he can barely contain himself. Will warns him through the comms
to be gentle, and he nods as best as he can, bobbing his upper body. The girl’s lower body is
covered by her black jeans, but they are tight against her form, hiding nothing of it, and Kansas is
happy to investigate that. He feels her jump, startled, when he touches her, his viscous fluid quickly
saturating the cloth. Her white t-shirt rides up as his tentacles explore the expanse of skin of her
lower belly, just before his reach is impeded by the locked opening. It feels so much softer, nicer,
smoother than the clothes that Kansas screeches his satisfaction, right before hooking his tentacles
on Agnes’ jeans and pulling them down and off.
*
Agnes squeals in surprise and mortification, she’s being undressed by the creature and is able to see
it happen in the monitor. Her face burns with crushing shame and her crying intensifies, as she can
see that her whole lower body is fully exposed, her ass and pussy on display for the dozens of
scientists, plus the security guys, to see. The monitors are ultra-high definition, there’s nothing that
can be hidden. Pressing her eyes tightly closed is all she can do to try and survive the exposure, but
it doesn’t change the fact that both her holes are now on full display.
*
The girl is a pale pink all over, her skin flawless, tight, her flesh supple and satisfyingly round. As
her jeans are pulled off, her huge buttocks spring free and are revealed to Kansas’ hungry gaze, her behind is made of two round — bubbly — cheeks of flesh, incredibly nice-looking and big for the girl’s build. Between them a black piece of cloth still hides her from Kansas’s gaze, which he can’t allow. With a quick move, he rips that intrusive, unwelcome hindrance, and positively salivates as her most intimate area and a small clenched entrance is revealed to him. There are smaller, also round mounds of flesh down, between her legs, and between then he sees glistening slick, translucent just like the fluid that covers him.
*
“Please, help me. Make it stop!” Agnes whimpers in shame, her cheeks burning, as her panties are
taken off. “Please, I-I don’t deserve this.” She squirms, tries to move her hands to cover herself, but the contraption around her waist prevents her hands from reaching her bottom and also holds her in place tightly, and the cuffs on her legs and ankles make sure that she can’t try to pull
herself out. Her thrashing only makes her big butt jiggle.
Will stares at the girl’s ass and pussy as they are revealed. He has to give it to Kansas, he chose
well. Her ass cheeks jiggle nicely while the alien plays, and both her puckered asshole and pussy
look very tight. The scientist has also never seen Kansas behave like this. He looks happy to the
point of mania, obsessed, focused on the expanse of flesh in front of him. Ignoring the girl’s pleas,
the scientist writes: The subject is particularly fascinated by the girl’s big butt. He’s playing
with it, making the globes jiggle, exploring her flesh. It’s uncertain if he understands what he’s
doing, or why.
*
Curious, he presses against it. The girl jumps, startled, and Kansas gentles his touch further, but
he’s so very excited now. Leaning forward, he realizes it’s her scent. Something earthy, and tangy,
but very sweet. The freshest meat, and for a moment he wonders if what he really wants is, after all,
to eat her. But no, he doesn’t desire to harm the girl, he wants to explore. Even though he has no
idea why, it feels incredibly nice to run his appendages over her skin, to squish the cheeks of her
ass, make them jiggle with a push, press against her skin.
He notices two openings on her body. One is a puckered, round role. Very small, but noticeable because it’s right between the two larger mounds of supple flesh, and it tenses as Kansas plays with Agnes’ buttocks. Every time his tentacle gets close to it, the girl’s muscles tense, and he realizes she might want to get away. The second opening is more of a slit, and it’s from where the slickness is coming. Kansas explores it tentatively, but Agnes jumps away when he does, so he goes back to just enjoying the squishiness of her bubbly ass. He slaps it and watches it jiggle with satisfaction.
*
“Please, please, please, help me!” Agnes starts crying, so afraid that her heart is racing against her
throat and she feels like she might pass out. The creature’s touch hurts as it slaps and pinches her
most private, delicate parts. Like a child with a new toy, except that the toy can feel it all.
Will annotates: Kansas has discovered her anus and her vagina, but he seems particularly
interested in the first. He has slapped it, and I believe he might penetrate soon.
*
The tingling is getting worse and more concentrated, somewhere in his lower body. Weirdly,
however, at the same time it makes him feel strange and restless, it also feels good. The more he
plays with the little human, the more intense both the foreign and pleasurable feelings become.
Kansas pinches her smaller, lower lips and watches as the flesh becomes reddish. He whips the
puckered hole on top just because he can, and is strangely satisfied by the way the muscle there
visibly clenches and responds to his actions.
Kansas can feel the vibrations through her body enough to know that the girl is speaking. But, at the
moment, he doesn’t really care. Something is happening to him, something new, intense, incredible.
Much like his tentacles, a new limb is sprouting. Though it doesn’t grow so much as it just appears,
released from a fold in his body that he didn’t even know he had, a tentacle-like limb emerges. It’s
not as long as his other appendages, but it’s thicker and, somehow, more sensitive, in a different
way. It feels burning hot against the lab’s cool air, and it also feels purposeful.
*
Agnes watches in the monitor as another limb sprouts from the alien. This one is different, not as long as his tentacles, though still over a foot in length, and thicker. It’s slimy and visibly pulsing,
and she both sees and feels as it is moved to between her ass cheeks.
She starts hyperventilating in terror. Her blood pressure drops and she opens her mouth to plead
more, for help, for mercy, but no sound comes out. The lead scientist pats her head in a mockery of reassurance, but she knows he will not stop what is about to happen. Agnes is helpless, crying and
shaking as she’s kept in place for the alien’s pleasure.
Will writes, excitedly: The subject has discovered a new limb, though its purpose is yet to be seen.
However, he might understand human anatomy better than previously thought. Whatever the limb
is, it seems like it might have a mating purpose, and Kansas is visibly confused by its purpose.
*
Kansas’ primal brain takes over. He doesn’t know what this limb is meant for, but somehow, he
knows what he wants to do with it. Aiming for the puckered hole, now covered with fluid from his
own skin, spread as he explored, Kansas pushes his newest limb against it. The hole is tiny and his
limb is huge, which makes penetration seem almost impossible. In fact, Kansas tries,
unsuccessfully, a few times, but the slickness makes his appendage slip to the side and slide over her skin instead of breaching her.
*
Will logs the events: Kansas is trying to penetrate the subjects anus with his newly discovered limb. Still, his knowledge of human anatomy seems to be lacking as there is no understanding of what orifice is used for mating and for some reason he decided to use her anus. Besides that, Kansas either ignores or doesnt understand the disproportionally big size of its new appendage compared to the tight anus of a young girl. Lets see if he manages to penetrate her. This will not be an easy task for him but in any case, we should not interfere.
*
But the alien is nothing if not determined, and he tries again, and again, until he finally manages
just the right aim and force that doesnt make the appendage slip to the side. Now it holds the aim steagily and is increasing his force slowly. With the right tactic he is finally making some slow and difficuly progress. The resistance is great, the girl’s body clenches tight, trying to expel the invading presence, but to Kansas, it just feels better, makes him want to be inside of her even more. Now, being sure that the appendage wont slip to the side, he makes a slow, unyielding and powerful thrust, as her body finally surrenders, forces her juicy ass to take it in.
*
The lab room is pierced with an primal animalistic growl that leaves Agnes when the penetration happens. It is so loud and primal that it breaks Will’s composure. Just a moment after the scream, Agnes shuts her mouth and clenches her teeth as if choking. The scientist steps back, away from the growling girl, in order to concentrate on his notes. It takes a moment, but a sudden realization gets him to pause, yet again, as he watches Kansas through the glass. The sight is as arousing as it’s disturbing, he can’t deny. The way Agnes's eyes are shut tight and tears rolling on her cheeks, her face and her muffled sobbing lets him know she’s in extreme pain as she is trying hard to regain control over herself. Drool drips from her clenched and exposed teeth as she is breathing deeply and heavily through her mouth. Finally her willpower is depleted by the agony and she half-growles half-moans through clenched teeth with each breath in and out.
“P-pleghh,” she begs, unable to finish the sentence because of the agony, finishing it with a whining sob instead.
*
Without pause the alien moves his appendage in and out, slowly bottoming deep and almost vacating. He can feel her insides vibrate as she screams, but all he does is push further, deeper, uncaring for her pain. Her entrance is so tight around its appendage, straining, squeezing him like a vice. He wonders if if he will break the human as the small entrance to her body is forced open so much and probably even beyond its limits. Suddenly, Kansas remembers a far, far away memory, and it all makes sense. Mating. His family explained to him, once. He can use humans to mate.
She feels so tight inside, so soft, so smooth. He pinches the cheeks of her ass, still fascinated by the
squishiness, and pulls out of her just to push back in and feel her flesh squeeze him again. Screeching with pleasure, Kansas turns all animal, any thought about being gentle and careful is quickly forgotten. This human is his friend, yes, but now, she is his prey in an entirely new way. Now he knows that he’s meant to invade her, plunder her insides, make her his home, fill her with something of his that will take root and grow. And this small human’s inwards are so very inviting, so warm, so soft, so perfect.
Agnes quickly grows hoarse from screaming, but no one helps her. The lead scientist, Will, stays
close by, occasionally telling her to calm down, disregarding her face leaking with tears and drool. But there are dozens of others in the room, all watching with a mix of horror, curiosity and satisfaction. Agnes has never been so humiliated, and if she’s honest, the exposure hurts almost as much as the invasion. The alien pulls out of her body and she exhales in relief, catches a moment to breathe, only to holler in agony when it plunders her ass again. She reconsiders. The ass-rape does hurt a lot more.
*
Will feels himself leak pre-cum in excitement, but he ignores it as he scribbles furiously. Kansas
seems to be having fun with the human. He’s testing what he can do, how far he can push. By visual
estimation, I would say he has gotten about a foot of his limb inside the girl. It is seen that he rams it into he with force and bottoms out as it hits some limit inside of her. Lets hope there will be no injury for the girl. If there’s internal perforation we will repair it later, though the woman is still conscious, so that much damage is unlikely.
*
He screeches in happiness as he pulls all the way out again and watches as her asshole immediately clenches tight. Pulling the meaty cheeks of her ass apart, Kansas can see her tightly clenched hole as Agnes' growling and screaming pauses for some time as she catches her breath. Kansas positions his mating limb at it and pushes in again, rough and quick. Another animalistic growl shakes the air as the girl’s body trembles with pain and shock, and he gurgles with happiness as he conquers it so fully. His tentacles busy themselves with pinching, slapping, touching, squeezing, feelings all this perfect, soft skin available. One of them finds that slick place between her smaller mounds, under the place he’s
entering her body, and plays there, that flesh also so very hot and nicely squishy.
Kansas moves back and forth, quickly realizing that it feels best as it creates friction between his
flesh and Agnes’, and with each push forward, he can bury a little more of himself inside of her.
One of his tentacles wraps around her hips, another one feels under her belly, and he realizes that he
can feel it rise as he goes in, her insides expanding to make room for him as he penetrates her ass.
Kansas knows there’s an end to this, a point in which he will reach some kind of pinnacle.
Something inside of him is churning with it, he’s not sure what, but something is getting ready to
release a part of him he will leave behind in her.
Getting there will, however, take some time. Meanwhile, all Agnes can do is endure. Kansas keeps
thrusting, happily.
*
Will writes:
Female faints at hour 3, after multiple, full-body orgasms. All her vitals are acceptable, and her
memory will be appropriately erased later. Kansas keeps up with his exploring for another two
hours, then releases a large amount of liquid inside the human’s colon, then the globes of her ass
and her back as he pulls out. Even after finishing, the alien still seems fascinated by the girl, and
plays with the cheeks of her generous ass for a while longer. Particularly, her gaping, open anus,
which he continues to deeply penetrate with his tentacles every now and then, as if testing how
much he can do with it. It seems that his kind, like humans, derive pleasure from mating, and can
have intercourse and sexual behaviors with no reproduction as the goal.
*
Misson closure report:
Subject female was submitted to memory deletion procedure while still unconscious. No internal injury was found though her anal orifice will not be the same. Subject woke up after a few days of induced coma and has no memory of the event. A trustable narrative was handled to her and she was safely returned to her normal life, oblivious of what happened to her.
Experiment KA-21 marked as success, logs to be processed and all private information cleared. Minor surveillance on the female subject for 3 months is suggested to control the success of memory deletion. -->
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