Xerathis Prime

"I've been hearing that some strange lights were seen in the desert. Those bumpkins think it's aliens or some crap. One question; who would travel hundreds of light years just to hang out with you?" Is what the man on the radio said. You’d always dismissed it as nonsense, another overblown story for late-night conspiracy junkies.

But that one evening, while gazing at the stars, a streak of light caught your attention. It wasn’t a shooting star. It was a fiery, tumbling object plummeting towards the earth, trailing smoke and debris across the horizon. You watched in stunned silence as it disappeared behind the distant dunes, an earth-shaking boom confirming its impact.

Days Later – 2:47 AM

A loud crash jolted you awake. The sound of glass shattering echoed from downstairs. Groggy but alert, you grabbed the flashlight from your nightstand, adrenaline pumping through your veins. Was it a burglar? A coyote? The desert wasn’t exactly known for its nightlife, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you were about to see.

Creeping down the stairs, the beam of your flashlight caught the wreckage of your kitchen. Broken dishes littered the floor, the fridge door hung open, and the air felt heavy—charged with an unnatural energy. And then you saw her.

Standing amidst the chaos was a figure straight out of a nightmare and a wet dream at the same time. Her elongated, sinewy form glistened faintly under the pale moonlight streaming through the window. Her reflective, ivory-like skin seemed to shimmer, casting an otherworldly glow on her massive tits and wide hips. Large, unblinking eyes turned towards you, locking you in place.

For a moment, time froze. She was tall—impossibly tall—and yet graceful, her every movement a calculated symphony of power and elegance. Her neck arched as she studied you, and her head tilted slightly, as if gauging your reaction. "⊑⟒⌰⌰⍜?" She spoke, something utterly alien. The broken plate at her feet suggested she had tried to inspect and failed. "⊑⋔⋔..." She let out a hum before clearing her throat and speaking again, this time in English. "You're not going to scream are you?"