UFO, short for Unidentified Flying Object, was an unexplained phenomenon that had been plaguing mankind for as long as they could remember. Ever since the time when man first learned to record their experiences in scripture and crude displays to pass down to future generations or for their own musings, depictions and first hand accounts of these strange encounters have survived all the way through into the modern age. With most of the world already numb to the concept of little grey men in flying saucers thanks to how the entertainment industry had milked the idea to death after many years with no definitive proof of life in the universe outside of Earth.

Outside of sceptics, Ufologists, whack conspiracy theorists and people with a genuine interest in the extraterrestrial that didn't border on insanity, most of the world would soon move on with more important things to worry about in their daily lives than flying saucers that weren't even real.

Eventually, tales of alien abductions and encounters of the third kind would fade from popularity, taken over by made up universes featuring eldritch horrors and otherworldly fiction.

But as a lone car speeds down the vast stretch of the Nevada in the middle of a silent night, the unfortunate occupant arguing loudly on the phone remains oblivious to the twinkling mass of lights in the night sky steadily keeping pace with his vehicle, about to remind him of the time when people kept their eyes pointed up at the skies in both fear and anticipation of the unknown…

"And I keep telling you; there are no little grey men in tight ass spandex up in the skies! Seriously Jacob, this is the last time I'm going all the way out here!'

"Aww c'mon man! You can't just lookit these readings and say it's bogus! I'm telling you; the rise in EM waves over the past week or so is because of A - L - I - E - N - S! It ain't safe driving out there all alone tonight!"

Scoffing in disbelief, the man dressed in overalls takes a swig from a canteen embroidered with a deformed depiction of an alien, putting the pedal to the metal as he speeds faster down the empty stretch of sand strewn highway, eager to get back home, take a warm shower and go to bed.

"Do you even hear yourself? I swear Jacob, I'd be in more trouble with you than I would with E.T! Get some help…better yet? Get out of that stuffy bunker of yours! It'd do you some mighty fine help every once in a while, you and that dusty old lot!"

"KZZZAHH-gotta be such an as-SSSHHH-ole! Just get back as fa-AAAHHASHH-you hear me Ben? Get-zzt"

"What was that? You're cutting out harder than a bad phone line! Jacob? You still there?"

Scrolling the wheel of the radio to switch channels, the disgruntled man sighs before turning off the malfunctioning device with a new seed of worry now planted in his mind with the reminder of increased 'electrical activity' as his eccentric friend put it alongside the sudden disruption in radio communications. He would've used his cellphone, but Jacob never bothered to get one, claiming it was how the government and their stooges crept into their brains.

As insane as it sounds, Ben had been friends with this certified nutjob for years, born and raised together in a little known town far out to the west somewhere in Nevada. The entire community had been and still was enveloped in the 90's craze for extraterrestrial sightings and manhunts for the imaginary men in a futuristic space suit. But after decades of biding his time and savings, the tired young man had had enough of being the odd one out, planning to leave the next week for better ventures elsewhere where people would see him as normal for not believing in aliens.

With his parents already passed on and buried in the town cemetery, Ben no longer had anything to tie him down…

'Just anywhere but here…'

Just as the thought crosses his mind however, Ben’s truck comes to a halt with it’s engines sputtering out with a loud unnerving bang as the lights go out, drowning Ben in darkness with nothing but his panicked breathing to keep him company. "Shit…just my luck!"

Stepping outside with a torch in hand, Ben goes to inspect the damage, popping the hood with his brow furrowed in confusion; no visible fumes or burning engine to be seen.

'Strange…did an EMP just hit or something?'

That was when his friend's words echoed in his mind, about aliens being out and about while causing the strange readings on his instruments…

"Nah…it can't be real…these people couldn't tell the stars apart from their-shit!"

Flung off his feet with the groaning of metal accompanying his panicked screams, the helpless man can do nothing but flail in sheer terror as a bright light beams down from above, blinding him as the invisible arms of a gravity well tug him upward, taking along a handful of sand and soil along with the truck; rising off its wheels as it floats upward face first.

"Nononono! This can't be real, it's gotta be a dream!"

Try as he might to deny the reality before him, Ben soon passes the threshold of the blinding neon blue lights, glimpsing strange metals that glimmered with an oily hue, bent and shaped into organic curves unlike anything of this earth, spying the huge machine responsible for generating the funnel that had sucked him up into the bowels of the alien ship he was now stuck floating inside of, gasping as he watches his precious truck fall back to the ground, smashing into a heap of broken glass, dented metal and steaming parts before being peppered by a hail of soil and sand, burying the wreck partially in the middle of the road. Unable to shout in protest at the loss of his transport with the reality of his situation setting into his mind, along with the fact he now found himself immobilized in mid air, only able to look around the spacious alien chamber with his eyes wide in terror.

Aliens were real; caught in some sort of stasis field inside their mother ship had abducted him in the dead of night in the middle of a freezing desert where no one would ever find him. Breaking him out of his despair driven thoughts was a shrill beeping, followed up by a feminine voice speaking in a language he last expected to hear on board an alien ship.

Human Subject Detained - Returning to Safe Orbiting Vector

'Wait…why English? Isn’t this supposed to be an a-'

"-alien ship? Dispense with the questions later human. For now; rest. You have a great many things in store for when you next awaken."

It was a motherly voice, a calming tone with a heavy slur on the letter S underscored with a gravelly rumble of a powerful throat that was clearly not human. Struggling to move as the air around him seemed to grow heavier with the presence he could feel from behind him growing closer and closer.

Until a scaly arm grips his head, feeling something sharp pierce his neck before a cold fluid floods his system, giving Ben barely enough time to let out a choked cry before his vision begins to grow hallucinogenic; seeing triple then quads of everything in sight as the stasis field collapses, sending him falling into the arms of the alien that had captured him.

He wanted to punch it, to scream in terror at the impossibly tall creature cradling him like a baby, but as he gazes up into the multi eyed visage of the strange red alien, Ben's vision completely fades to black as the last remnants of her voice echo in the back of his mind.

Earth’s Orbit…2 Hours After Ben’s Disappearance

'Shit…where the hell am I? The hell is with my body?!'

It was dark and cold…uncomfortably cold. Struggling to recall the events of last night as Ben's blurry vision clears up, coming to in a medium sized room composed of curved metal and lined from floor to ceiling in neon pink lights that flashes every so often into bright shades of green and blue like a strobe light, helping to somewhat knock some sense back into the young man's head. Barely able to look down before he realises he's been stripped naked.

"Finally come to I see, salutations human."

Jumping at the wispy voice along with the renewed waves of thick blue fluids lapping at his belly, Ben finds himself spun around by an invisible force, coming face to face with the alien creature he vaguely remembered seeing up close before he fainted; it was female and looked mostly human, but a head or two taller any person with goop for hair and a body covered in scales, if the large mammaries, full lips, swaying head of goopy ‘hair’ and feminine vocal tones were any indication of this species’ gender. And judging by the way her lips split with a gaudy pink tongue running over them in delight, Ben’s open inspection of her didn’t seem to disturb her one bit. Maybe their customs on modesty were different, but if she came down to earth dressed in barely anything but shimmering bands of bronze and torn up latex dressing, there’d be outrage for sure.

But Ben’s wary eyes were more focused on the bioluminescent thorns that adorned the length of her arms, waiting at any moment for them to lash out after remembering something being injected into him, realising why it stung so hard to even move after the brief mental recap riles up the irritated tumour he could feel at the base of his neck where presumably one of the creatures barbs had pierced him. Combined with his skin feeling like tanned leather and how numb his limbs were, Ben had no hope of escape even without the creature's psychokinetic hold over him as she draws closer, hefting her breasts in her clawed hands as if in offering with four insect-like eyes leering at him from upon her finned face. Fearful of what this strangely erotic gesture meant for him.

"I hear this is how you human’s greet one another, does this please you?”

That had Ben blinking in confusion as his brow furrows, about to question who had even told her that before realising then he couldn’t speak at all with his lips feeling awfully bloated and stiff. What the hell had that injection done to him?

“Speak your mind Human, it’d do you best not to move around too much with the Transmonites flowing within you…”

After realising the clever play of words, Ben hesitantly lets loose a simple greeting in his head as the alien draws closer, unnerving him as an orange tentacle rises up around him, creeped out by the cold, wet tendril curling itself lovingly around his waist. ‘Ummm….hi?’

“Hello…I must apologise for the brusque methods taken to welcome you into my vessel, but I assure you; it was necessary. Now, I take it you have many questions for me? Answering them is the least I can do for you before processing.”

‘Processing’, he didn't like that word, not one bit. But maybe this was all some misunderstanding he could clear up. If she could speak English, then that meant he had a chance to smooth things over with her before anything bad happened.

'First off, just call me Ben, now I understand I might’ve bad mouthed my friendly galactic neighbours a lot but…I-I assure you ma’am, this is all just one big misunderstanding! You don’t have to use me as a test subject right? There’s plenty of other bad people down there on my rock! In fact, if you let me go, I’ll show you a-’

Bursting into a laughing fit, Ben’s excuses are cut short as he watches the behemoth struggle to hold back her laughs as the tentacle around his waist tightens its hold in a fit, squeezing the air out of him before the alien relaxes, wiping a tear from her eyes with a clawed hand before grabbing Ben’s head and shoving him into her scaly bosom like an overprotective mother rewarding her child who just came home from school with a passing grade.

By the time she drew back, Ben’s mottled brown hair was a mess and his nose was bruised from being crushed in between the alien’s rock hard melons without a chance to pull out.

“Do not worry Ben, I have no intention of harming you, far from it! And besides, there are no suitable replacements for a man of your calibre in a two thousand kilometre radius! Take pride in that fact Ben; you are one of the last hopes for my people…”

Now that last sentence had him glancing back up into her orange eyes, noting how they seemed to fill with a hint of sadness as she said the words. ‘Last hope’? That didn’t sound like the words he was expecting to hear from a space faring race coming all the way out here to his technologically inferior dustball of a planet.

‘What do you mean? Like…extinction level bad? Why do you need me to help your people? I can barely solve equations, much less put together a clock…if you’re looking for a scientist, there's better people out there!’

Sighing, the creature releases Ben from her hold as her tail slips lightens its grip from Ben’s waist, staring wistfully into the panoramic view of space all around them as the room’s walls and ceiling vanish, leaving them both in a mesmerising pool of the cosmos made possible with futuristic technology the mere human had no hope of understanding, watching his captor’s gaze fill with hope as her eyes scan the stars of her home system.

“We Danites have no need for your people’s inferior medicine or technology, no offence intended…what we do need; are viable genetics that prove compatible with our physiology, something you fit the bill for Ben…which brings me to matters regarding ‘Processing’..I think it’s best i let you experience it yourself, but rest easy; it will not hurt one bit!.”

Spinning him around to face the now invisible edge of the pool, the alien wills Ben’s arms forward, bracing them against the ledge as his feet gingerly spread apart despite the ache in his bones protesting the movement. Jumping abit as he feels her massive clawed hands wrap around his hips, sending alarm bells clanging in Ben’s brain at the strangely sexual position he now found himself in.

‘W-Wait! What’re you going to do to me?! What’s Processing?!’

Chuckling in that grating yet pleasant voice of hers, the alien takes a knee, sending more of that thick blue water splashing onto Ben as she runs a tongue down his neck, forcing a shiver of pleasure at how warm and pleasant it felt with a sweet aroma wafting into his nostrils. “As I said; you’ll soon find out for yourself~”

Before he could protest further, Ben groans as something wet and squishy fills the entirety of his butt with earth shattering force, wincing at the disgusting sensation of a tentacle worming its way around inside of him, realising just why the alien had him brace for literal impact as it retracts for a moment, before slamming back inside him, releasing a cooling chill that begins to spread upward and out throughout his body with his vision beginning to turn blurry. His mind running rampant with outrage and strange images he couldn’t comprehend beginning to float around in his head courtesy of his alien mistress.

‘Y-You…’

“Call me Remira, but hold your tongue right there, we’re only just getting started!”

Tightening her grip over Ben’s hips, Remina the alien continues her thrusting, smiling in satisfaction as she watches a faint blue splotch begin to manifest over the area where she had filled the human with her seed, eyeing the hairy hide melting away into soft pudgy flesh, beneath which sagged a generous helping of blubber where tough muscle once laid firmly in place, melting and losing their firmness as more of the human’s body begins to bloat and plump up with fat and shimmery slick skin, jiggling with each wet slap against his ass as it too, begins to lose it’s chiselled figure; rounding out more and more as the blue skin spreads over the hairy rear with another cold load shot straight into Ben’s tight innards. Eliciting a giggle from Remina and another choked cry of disgust from her unwilling partner.

‘W-Why’re y-you fucking m-me?! W-What’s h-happening-g? I feel w-weird!’

With another thrust into Ben’s noticeably relaxed ass with his innards undergoing a rapid conversion that was just as thorough and quick as how he now looked on the outside, covered completely in that slimy blue hide as Remina runs a hand over the transforming human’s spine, feeling the bone beneath shift into a sexy arch that only served to place more emphasis on Ben’s now buoyant belly, awkward groans and cries that were beginning to sound increasingly feminine leaking through lips that were as plump as Remina’s with each thrust filling him with more and more fat, granting more alluring curves and eliminating that rugged physique he had spent so long to hone, the giant blue pecker of his manhood beginning to lose the fight as it starts to slink away between his newly inflated thighs with healthy fat bouncing away as Remina’s thrusts start to grow faster. Ramping up Ben’s transformation as his manly face begins to ripple and contort, losing wrinkles and facial hair as his blurry eyes begin to roll back up inside his head with a rising sense of pleasure beginning to overtake the fear and disgust of being taken from behind like a girl…

Except with the way he now looked with a voluminous head of hair beginning to spill all over him with a bright violet coloration seeping forth from the roots, Ben could hardly be called a man anymore, with the only remaining thing left chaining him to that identity being his rapidly deflating dick, which was already leaking a transparent fluid from newly modified organs that no longer produced semen, swapping out his thick white baby batter for a slick lubricant necessary in Ben’s new future.

And as more of the Transmonites within the rapidly changing human begin to bond with each healthy serving of Remina’s genetic material flooding in before fusing with their host, Ben’s freedom to speak and move soon returns, forcing Remina to use her psychokinesis to keep him standing with a guttural cry that sounded like a mix between a groan and a scream with a tinge of Remina’s grating voice escaping his mouth, lifting a shivering blue arm that was no longer his own, fingering plump purple lips with dainty little fingers as cyan blue pupils widen in surprise, just noticing the long strands of vibrant purple hair tinged violet hanging in his vision. Letting loose yet another girly cry at the sudden sensation of Remina’s claws teasing sensitive him as she runs her hands over the shapely contours of his voluptuous body, ending off with a hard slap to her bubble butt that fills him with ecstasy instead of pain. Moaning in a voice that was now undeniably that of a sultry young maiden as Remina resumes her fucking, not giving Ben a chance to rest as his pecker continues to slide back up inside a gaping wet slit that had now formed between his legs, testicles long devoured and repurposed into ovaries aiding in the effort of converting Ben into an alien himself, springy antennae emerging from beneath his silky smooth hair.

“W-Why did that..feel so good? And my voice…R-Remina, what’ve you-Mpff?! Mmmmm!”

Silencing Ben with a tendril forcing its way past kissable lips and through an unprepared mouth, the former human can do nothing as thick, sour spurts of organic excretion begins to pour down the length of his throat, adding even more mass to his already bloated figure with melons of his own beginning to bloom to life atop a once hardened chest that was now sagging down across a fat laden belly, perky nipples hardening as they lead the charge of surging flesh and nerves, coming to rest atop a perky pair of E cup tits larger than any Ben had ever seen before blocking out his field of vision, forcing him to rest the aching mammaries atop the ledge of the pool while Remina continues ramming into his behind, completely unaware of the last vestiges of his manhood slipping back up between the blue tinted lips of a vagina as it lets loose a generous squirt of fluids into the pool with the head of her drained and useless penis taking its place atop the puckering snatch as a sensitive pink clit. Finalising Ben’s transformation from human man to alien sexpet as all she can do is brace herself against the wall, weakened from the rigors of anal sex while having her entire genetic code rewritten. Barely able to comment about her new body as Remina’s tail vacates her throat with a wet pop and a gurgling moan announcing its departure.

With a slimy wet bridge of spunk hanging between it and Ben’s slimy lips, Remina leans in once more, gripping Ben’s chin gently as she lifts her face up to inspect her, adoring the beautiful new face twsited into an erotic expression that suggested Ben wanted more; brilliant blue eyes rolled into the back of her head, an eager pink tongue lolling in the air begging for another serving and a heated blush hinting at the incredible urge for sex burning in her newly formed snatch as it leaks and sputters with drool for something to fill it’s gaping void. Just one more load, and her newest broodmother would be complete.

“Excellent~ Our progeny will be just as beautiful as you are~ Just A little bit more to go now…”

But in her pleasure-addled mind rocked by orgasms of an intensity she had never once experienced before, Ben was struggling to even comprehend what was happening with her blurry vision offering glimpses of a plump sexy blue woman and giant tits she would’ve liked to bury her face in, unable to comprehend the fact that said breasts were hers, as was the erotic blue body swaying in her eyes with Remina momentarily giving her some time to rest, before thrusting forward again, filling her with new sensations of being fucked in a place she never could’ve felt before as her partner leaves her gaping butthole dripping with spunk, teasing the dripping lips of her snatch before piercing the folds in one go, easily filling the entirety of Ben’s vagina with how loose and eager it was to accept anything that could satisfy it’s hunger to replace what had been lost to it.

No longer would Ben be the one to bestow others with children, for it was she who would now bear new life into the world with a brand new egg already waiting to be fertilised within her alien womb; waiting for Remina to finally cake the new cavity beneath her jiggling belly with warm, extraterrestrial spunk and claim her as her wife and loving Broodmother.

For as advanced as Remina’s kind was, once a female had bonded with another, they would find it incredibly hard to break free, much less ignore the commands of the one their body instinctively saw as an alpha. Forever submissive to them and catering to their every needs; the fate that awaited the human-alien hybrid that had once been Ben as she simply lies limp at the edge of the pool, drowning in the overwhelming pleasure of sex as a woman with wanton moans fillng the chamber, egging Remina on as she digs her claws into her lustful mate’s sides with an excited cry telling her she loved it.

“Easy to penetrate…a good trait to have! Impregnating you with children will be so much easier!”

“I-Impregna-ahn?! W-Waht arr yew eve-mmpf! Saying? I’m…a man…r-right? A man!”

“Not anymore…your new form demands a new name! From now on, you shall be Meleena; my loving mate, and a saviour of our species!”

She wanted to cry out in denial, to push away from Remina as she continued to fuck her senseless. But as more of her new instincts to obey the strong female she was beginning to develop a love for built up with her human DNA soon becoming the minority, Meleena could no longer resist the urge to take on Remina’s seed and become pregnant with child, slamming her delectable behind in tune with Remina’s thrusts as she too, begins to join her voice with Meleena’s moans, forming a chorus of alien moaning as the two extraterrestrial babes come together. Just as a long flexible tail erupts from Meleena’s ass with her ears taking on a long pointed shape in mimicry of Remina’s fins. Completing her assimilation into the Danite collective as one of the rare few hybrids that would carry on the future of their race; only ever being able to give birth to Danite’s with her tampered biology. Even if she were to bed a human male.

“That was…amazing…”

And just like that, the human Ben once was ceases to be, replaced with Meleena, the bodacious half breed alien collapsing into a heap, basking in the afterglow of the pleasures the female form could provide with her new mate separating from her, smiling at the sight of her virile seed leaking out from her wife’s pussy, forming quite an erotic image as the thick white spunk drips down and disseminates into the pool meant to keep both of them lubricated and clean. If it wasn’t there, Ben would’ve entered cardiac arrest the instant he took on Danite traits from the rejection. It was why Remina had to use the gravity well to retrieve her fine broodmother candidate in the first place.

While Meleena still retained her old memories of Ben, the new urges instilled within her Danite blood refused to see her feeling upset over her forced transformation, turning wearily to face her partner with a cute wink of her almond shaped eyes, no longer able to place any feelings of resentment on the four eyed face of the woman she now saw as her mate, wiggling her butt with Remina’s seed still sloshing around in her womb.

But what little of Ben remained within Meleena couldn’t really say this was a bad thing to happen to her. Unlike so many others, she had no attachments to return to besides a town full of E.T obsessed people. And even if she had left town instead of being abducted to be turned into the lovely number soaking in the afterglow of orgasm, could she really have lived a productive life out there in the big bad world?

Thinking back onto that homely little town in the depths of the Nevada however, an idea comes to Meleena’s mind, giggling as she begins to exit the pool, with nanites forming tight clothes to cover up her privates while lending some much needed support to her heaving breasts, loving how energetic and light her new body felt despite how much larger it was when compared to her old self, now able to stand up to Remina’s height without needing to crane her neck upward as she leans in for a comforting hug, loving how her soft sensitive body melts into her alpha’s thick scales and muscular physique.

This must’ve been how women felt in the arms of their beloved back when she was still a human, but how much of it was actual maternal trust and not simply chemicals inducing hormonal urges within her to enforce blind obedience, Meleena couldn’t tell, nor did she even bother to. She was happy, and that was all she needed to know.

“Remmy Dear? Could you try scanning a little bit closer to the west? I'm pretty certain I know just the thing we need to jump start our repopulation efforts~”

“Mmm~ Talk like that and you won’t even need to ask! Hmmm…wait, this can’t be!”

Somewhere In The Nevada Desert - 5 Hours After Ben’s Disappearance

“See Remmy? I told you you wouldn’t be disappointed~”

“Indeed~ How resourceful of you my dear…with this new bounty, our people can recuperate our losses in the next few years instead of the projected millenia!”

“I dunno what y’all are goin’ on about, but could we like, hit the town already? I smell more tasty humans outside~”

After bringing her former hometown to her husband’s attention, Meleena had wasted no time in directing the ship’s gravity beam over a rundown vehicle with the newly ingrained knowledge of how to operate Danitian technology in her head, trapping another Broodmother candidate before hauling him inside, giving him an injection with the barbed end of her new tail under the guidance of Remina as the pair brought the unconscious human into the cleansing showers.

It didn’t take much for Meleena to ensnare the human with her bewitching looks and provocative body gestures, sucking the man off for all his worth before pinning hi to the pool side and draining his balls empty, treating him like a toy much like Remina had done to her.

And just like she had been transformed, the two Danites watch as the human slowly gives in to the Transmonites flowing within him despite his angered yells as that too, melts away into flustered screams and needy moans, soon replaced with a fiery red Danite panting for more where the angry human man once sat pinned under Meleena’s girth. Something Remina was glad to satisfy as she wasted no time in impregnating her second Broodmother. And with Meleena already sporting a baby bump signifying her successful impregnation, it wouldn’t be long till she was ready for round two. Cradling her swollen belly with a warm smile of maternal love on her face.

With the Danites suffering from a global fallout after a great natural disaster that resulted in a sharp population decline, the advanced race of psychokinetic beings would soon find themselves going extinct within the next few years, with almost all of their broodmothers wiped out. And without a future generation to raise, the Seedbearers were left with no choice but to resort to science, with experiments and artificial clones resulting in horrifying abominations that discouraged any further ventures into the subject.

All seemed lost for them…until a scoutship had stumbled upon the little blue ball called Earth in the Sol System light years away from home, where secret experiments revealed a stunning match between the two vastly different yet similar species and in turn; the ensured survival of the Danites through the capture and conversion of the native populace into more Broodmothers to replenish the Danite’s dwindling numbers, seeing little resistance as the few humans taken under their wing embraced their roles willingly, turning into happy Danite women proud to carry on their lineage.

But tonight, in the current year of 2022, hundreds of years after the Danite’s first successful conversion of a live human now dubbed the ‘Processing’, Seedbearer Remina would make a momentous discovery in the campaign to revitalise her species alongside her newly crowned Broodmother mate; Meleena. Directing her attention to a little known town located far outside the periphery of known civilization, where a large number of suitable Broodmother signatures were detected .Although it seemed Meleena’s motivations in directing her mate to her former hometown had been to personally confront and assimilate the one she called Jacob, now calling herself Cileena, the name bestowed upon her by her fellow Broodmother.

Shortly after Meleena had given birth to her first child with Cileena about to deliver her own, Remina had wasted no time in gathering up the other Broodmother compatible residents of the quiet desert town, providing Meleena plenty to fill her now empty womb with as more Broodmothers than Remina had ever seen before in years begins to walk the halls of her ship, giggling excitedly about the children they were all going to bear in a few hours time after Remina had her way them. But at the rate they were taking on new Broodmothers, Remina’s ship was soon filled to the brim.

While some Broodmothers would be off-loaded onto other Danite ships with eager Seedbearers who would tend to their every need while ensuring they raised a healthy batch of Danite children, the rest would soon establish a new undercover operation on Earth, earning their bounty in seed while sleeping with the unwary humans who were the none the wiser to the true identities of the buxom babes who paid for their services. With this new generation of Broodmother’s mixed blood and genetics offering them somewhat limited tolerance to Earth’s atmosphere without a suit, milking the humans for their semen without resorting to abduction was made possible. And the two leading the charge; were none other than Meleena and her best friend; Cileena, making a name for themselves among both the humans and Danites with Remina keeping an ever watchful eye over her bonded mate. Just like how Ben and Jacob had spent their childhood years together as friends with nothing to weigh them down.

The future for the Danites was secured, and in time, co-existence with humanity would become a reality. But for now, Meleena was content to have Remina and her best friend at her side.

THE END