Kelly was, if not the all-American girl next door, at least the one across the street: tall, leggy, and slim-waisted, with auburn hair, big brown eyes and full, slightly pouty lips, not to mention tits that could raise the dead, or at least their cocks; she was an object of lust for many in her little Midwestern town. A town which, now that she was done with high school, she was determined to leave by any means necessary.

She had a plan, a secret plan. It was not, she would be the first to admit, a great plan, but she didn't have a lot of options. There was a small studio in Chicago that had replied to the headshots she had, mostly on a whim, put out there. They wanted her for a movie. She was smart enough to know what kind of movie's producers would hire an 18-year-old girl with no acting experience or classes, and even if she hadn't been, them asking her to send nudes was kind of a dead giveaway. But she was also smart enough to know that there was opportunity out there for a girl willing to do what most others weren't. More than there was for a girl with no money, no connections, and not much of an education, anyway.

She sighed and looked out her window, contemplating the flat, boring late afternoon view of her flat, boring late afternoon of a town. Not for the first time in recent weeks, she wondered how Jenny had gotten out, and why she hadn't said anything about it.

Kelly's cousin Jenny was just a few months older than her, and the two had been best friends and partners in crime since before they could talk. But just a couple of months ago, Jenny had vanished. She'd left school as normal one afternoon, and never shown up at home. There'd been police and news vans for a couple of weeks, and then basically everyone silently agreed she was probably dead, and gave up.

Everyone except Jenny's parents and Kelly, that was. Jenny's parents thought she was being held by a kidnapper somewhere, and spent their days and nights waiting by the phone, half hoping for and half dreading a call demanding ransom. Kelly just figured Jenny'd finally done what both of them had always said they would, and found a way out of town.

Kelly didn't know why Jenny hadn't said anything, why she hadn't taken Kelly with her--but sometimes Jenny did things that only made sense later. She was a lot smarter than Kelly--probably smarter than anyone else in town, except maybe those nerds Brian and Samantha.

The point was, Kelly was absolutely certain that Jenny was alive and well and coming back for her someday. Which was why she was excited, but not particularly surprised, when she dropped her eyes to see a familiar figure in shorts and a tank top walking across her yard.

A minute later, Kelly was racing across to yard toward her cousin. "Jenny!" she shouted happily, throwing her arms around the shorter girl's neck. 

Jenny hugged her back. "Hey, Kels."

"Where have you been!?" Kelly demanded. "Everyone was worried sick!"

Jenny's smile was sly and full of secrets. "Not far," she said. "I can show you."

Kelly pulled back and considered her cousin a moment. Jenny was acting a bit suspicious... but then, she'd always liked surprising people, and anyway it was Jenny! There was no one in the world Kelly trusted more. "Okay!" she agreed. 

Jenny took her hand and led her to the woods behind their house--their house and most others on this side of town. 

"Have you been hiding in the woods!?" Kelly asked. "We looked for you!"

Jenny laughed. "Not exactly. You'll see!"

The cousins continued on through the woods, Jenny leading the way while Kelly stumbled behind. The pair looked more like sisters than cousins; Jenny was a little shorter, honey blonde, and blue-eyed, and had an infectious smile and touch of tan that made her most definitely the All-American Girl Next Door that Kelly lived across from, but otherwise they had almost identical figures and faces. If Jenny was less lusted after by some people in town, it was only because her quick wit and mischievous nature put some people off—for others, it made her more attractive, and the general consensus in the high school boys' locker room on the pressing "Jenny or Kelly?" question was, "Both, preferably at the same time."

Eventually, they reached their apparent destination, a patch of woods no different from any other—and then it sort of wavered, and stretched, and suddenly there was an open pit in front of them, surrounded by scorched-looking fallen trees.

Kelly sputtered. "Where—how?"

Jenny just kept smiling her enigmatic smile. "Come down and see!" She pulled Kelly down toward the bottom of the pit.

Something lay half-buried at the bottom of the pit, looking like the pointy end of a shiny copper-colored egg—but the visible part towered over Kelly. If it was an egg, it was an egg 12 feet tall.

"Ship," said Jenny, "meet Kelly. Kelly, this is Ship. I've told it all about you, it's very excited to meet you."

Kelly shifted uneasily. This had to be one of Jenny's pranks—but then where did the egg come from, and where had she been? "Uh, you talk to it?" she finally asked. 

"Oh yes," said Jenny, her smile shifting to pure joy, almost love. "You'll hear Ship too, very soon."

"Jenny, stop it. You're starting to scare me!" Kelly began backing slowly away and up the slope of the pit. She shrieked when the top of the egg suddenly opened and two long, curving, plastic-looking tubes emerged. They turned their tips to face Kelly, and she realized they had lenses at the end. It was looking at her!

Jenny turned to face her, still smiling that same strange smile. "It's okay, Kels. Ship is a friend! It's everything we've wanted all this time, and we're exactly what it needs, too. It's destiny!"

"What are you talking about, Jenny?" Kelly asked, scrambling backwards up the side of the pit. "This is—what is this thing?"

Jenny sighed. "Honestly, Kelly, isn't it obvious? It's a ship. A spaceship! It crashed here, the night I—well, disappeared, I guess. It's hurt, Kelly. I know it doesn't look it, but it is. It needs repairs that it can't do to itself, and its crew, they—well, I don't completely understand that part, but I think they... evaporated? They were really, really different from us, and they couldn't exist here, not with Ship damaged."

"This is crazy, Jenny!" Kelly turned to climb the rest of the way out of the pit, but something wrapped around her wrist. She turned to see another one of those tubes—tentacles might be more accurate—coiled around her arm, and then another grabbed her around the waist. She struggled, grabbing at the one around her waist with her free hand. It was soft, warm, and smooth, plastic-like, but it was also irresistibly strong. It plucked her off the pit wall and pulled her back down, keeping her just far enough off the ground that her feet couldn't quite reach. "Stop!" Kelly screamed. "Let me go!"

"Shh," said Jenny, stepping in front of Kelly. She laid a hand on the struggling, younger girl's cheek. "It's okay. Ship'll keep us fed, and safe, and happy. It's just that it has a really long trip home. Really long, and we humans just don't live long enough. It'll need a few of us, so our kids and grandkids can help it too, until it finally makes it home."

Kelly kicked her feet and squirmed as best she could, but there was no getting free. "Why are you doing this, Jenny? Make it stop! Help me!"

"I am helping!" said Jenny. "This is going to be amazing, Kelly, don't fight it! Here, I'll prove it. Ship, let's show her how good it is!"

Jenny's clothes flickered for a moment, like a burst of static, and then vanished. She smiled at Kelly's surprise. "Ship made them," she explained. "They're only there when I need them, and they can look like whatever I want. I mean, you don't think I spent weeks in the same outfit, do you?" 

She giggled as a trio of tentacles curved their way down from the tip of the egg, above and behind Kelly. They quickly wrapped themselves around her waist and upper arms, lifting her from the ground just like Kelly. But where the tentacles on Kelly knotted themselves so that there was just a few inches of tip sticking out, the ones on Jenny had several feet left over each. Their tips stroked over Jenny's lithe young body as Kelly watched in horror. One wrapped itself in a figure eight around and between Jenny's full breasts, squeezing them just enough to make Jenny throw her head back and moan. Her nipples jutted out, hard, pink little testaments to her intense arousal, and the second tentacle brushed over each of them in turn, rhythmically back and forth, making Jenny gasp and writhe with each touch.

Kelly watched open-mouthed as the third tentacle wound itself up and around Jenny's left leg. "Yes," Jenny moaned as it neared her pussy. "Please, God yes Ship please... ahhhhhh..!" The noise she made as it slid into her was something between a shout and a sigh.

"Oh God," moaned Kelly as well, but in a very different tone, as she watched the tentacles fuck her cousin, her best friend. The slim, sexy blonde bounced eagerly on the alien machine-cock in her pussy, panting and gasping as she moved rapidly toward climax. "Stop! Stop it! Let us go!" Kelly pleaded, trying to pull against the tentacles holding her.

"Relax," Jenny panted between the tentacles thrusts. "Just... let... it... happen! Ooohhhhh... so good... you're so—lucky! ...Ship... hurt me... a lot... before it... oh god, oh god, before, before it figured out—oh! Oh yes, Ship, yes! Ohhhhhh!" When Jenny finished shaking and screaming in pleasure, she sagged in the tentacles' grip and smiled weakly at Kelly. "You get to skip all that..." she sighed. "Mmmm... you get... ohhh.... you get to go straight, straight to the, the, pleasssuuuurrreeee...!" Then there was just more panting and moaning as the ship began fucking her again.

"No," whimpered Kelly. "No, please! Jenny!" She tried to scrabble at the tentacle around her wrist, work her way free, but another tentacle wrapped around her free wrist and dragged her hand away. She dangled helplessly in the air, pressing her legs tightly together while she fought the urge to kick, not wanting to risk opening herself up to what it was doing to Jenny.

More tentacles wrapped around her arms and waist, holding her firmly. She tried to struggle, to squirm, to make it drop her, but it held her helplessly while a pair of tentacles explored the skin exposed by her tight tube top one stroking over her midriff while the other directed its attention to her shoulders and collarbone. They were as soft, warm, and dry as the ones holding her, but some kind of clear fluid leaked from their tips, which they rubbed into her skin. Wherever it touched, she began to tingle, a feeling at once pleasurable and maddening, demanding to be touched more. "No..." she moaned, and then snapped her mouth shut just in time as another tentacle went for her face. It pushed against her lips, but not hard. When it couldn't get it, it smeared some of that same sticky liquid over them and then descended down toward her breasts, working its way under her top and down into her cleavage.

Kelly moaned through clenched teeth as the tingling sensation spread across her lips, making them ache for a touch, a kiss, something. Across from her, Jenny had her eyes shut, her body twisting and shuddering in mindless bliss, her cries reduced to wordless murmurs of pleasure. A tentacle brushed against Jenny's lips and she eagerly began to suck on it.

But Kelly couldn't focus on the other girl. She had her own problems, as the tentacle down her top squirmed and writhed its way across her breasts under the fabric, leaving a sticky, tingling trail across them. It moved over one of her nipples, which felt amazing, and then slid over to the other. The fabric of her top rubbed lightly against her nipples as the tentacle moved on, and they exploded in pleasure, making her tug involuntarily against the tentacles gripping her as she cried out.

The tentacle between her breasts curled suddenly away from her, tearing her top in half. The blue-green fabric wafted gently toward the ground while the tentacle curled back to her face, and she barely got her mouth shut again in time. It coiled its way over her tight-pressed lips, which felt almost as good as her nipples, but she was able to keep her response to a closed-mouth groan.

The tentacle returned to its exploration of her upper body, while another curled around from behind her, turning to point its tip at her face. This one was different from the ones holding and toying with her and Jenny, more like the camera-tipped ones that had come out first. The lens flashed once, brightly, forcing Kelly to blink rapidly as her vision cleared. As the spots faded from her sight, she could see the lens was more like a screen, a gently curved circle now covered with a pattern of expanding, colorful concentric circles. Red, green, blue, yellow, violet, they filled her visions as they flowed past her eyes, making her feel like she was falling forward into them, flowing down a tunnel, a strangely peaceful, relaxing tunnel to—

She shut her eyes. Is it trying to hypnotize me!? she thought. Was this what it had done to Jenny, stripped her, hypnotized her, used pleasure and suggestion to make her--what, lure Kelly here? So that they could—

She felt the slender tentacle brushing her ear and flinched away from it violently, or tried to. She shook her head, but it found its target and plunged into her ear. Not deep, not far at all, just enough that it couldn't be dislodged. Then it began to vibrate, fast. A high-pitched whine filled her head, distracting, confusing. It made it hard to think, hard to remember, hard to do anything but luxuriate in the pleasure of the tentacles squirming over her tingling, sensitive flesh, stroking and teasing.

Tentacles wrapped around her ankles and tugged them apart—not hard enough to hurt her, and therefore not hard enough to pry them apart when she was deliberately holding them together. But the noise in her head made it hard to remember why she had to do that, and why she had to keep her mouth closed, and why she had to keep her eyes shut—and they weren't shut, were they? The colors danced in front of them, so she must have opened them, and that was bad because... because...

Slowly she felt herself relaxing, melting as the pleasure flowed through her and the tone wiped away her thoughts and the dancing colors filled her mind. Pleasure flowing from the tentacles stroking over her flesh, teasing her skin, the aching need to be filled cascading in toward her center while the the colors flowed out. Her legs relaxed, parted easily for the gently tugging tentacles. When yet another tentacle reached up under her short skirt, slid into one leg of her panties and out the other, she shivered in pleasure at the feel of it. She almost jerked herself awake when the tentacle suddenly tore her panties off, but she only managed to think a single Oh no! before it touched her hot, needy slit and sent cascades of pleasure exploding through her, wave after wave flowing out from her pussy like the colors dancing across her vision. Then the tentacle was inside her, and if she thought the fluid it released felt good spread over her skin—if she were still in any state to think anything at all—that was nothing to what it felt like on the inside.

"Ohhhhh..." she moaned in pleasure, and a waiting tentacle plunged between her lips. It felt so good rubbing against them, and as the tingling, stick fluid filled her mouth it felt so good there as well. She couldn't help but suck, hoping for more—and she got her wish.

Pleasure built inside her, from the hot melty feeling of the fluid flowing down her throat and into her tummy, to the incredible sensitive tingling bliss of the tentacles squirming over her skin, to the delicious fullness of her pussy clenching around a tentacle. Her cries muffled by the tentacle in her mouth, she came, and came again, and came again, and again, and again, and again...

Slowly the egg, the pit, and the two girls trapped inside it faded from view, the forest closing in around them like they'd never existed. Jenny and Kelly squirmed in hour after hour of unending pleasure as Ship rewarded one and trained the other, filling her ecstasy-emptied mind with new knowledge and new purpose. The fluid filling their bellies and pussies sustained them, providing all the nutrition and hydration they needed, even wiping away fatigue. With all it had learned from Jenny, it needed only hours, rather than days, to fully reprogram Kelly. By morning, it was done.

The two set out toward town wearing matching outfits, midriff-bearing crop-tops and skirts like Kelly had worn to meet Ship--pink for Jenny, blue-green for Kelly. Of course they were just illusions, temporary matter formed by Ship, but they would serve long enough for the girls to lure some other sexy young things to Ship. It would take a few weeks, but eventually it would have its crew, a large and varied enough group to maintain a stable, healthy breeding population on the centuries-long journey home.

And Kelly and Jenny would get out of this boring little town after all.