Xpedition

And then it happened. The music stopped. The creatures looked at the sphere, they looked at one another. They looked at the APC, now visibly fizzing as the last of its outer armor gave way and crumbled into a new existence as X. Lorenza could smell the faintest whiff of chlorophyll in the air, tainting her lungs and giving her masturbation a new and desperate urgency. "Come on," she muttered, even as her fingers drifted furtively down between her legs. "Come on you stupid bastards, you know what you have to do to get more...."

She felt herself cum, a ruined orgasm that left her somehow less satisfied than nothing at all. Her eyes were glued to the screen, her breath held both in anticipation and a desperate desire to avoid inhaling any more X. All she could do now was watch the creatures caressing the payload and hope that they understood at last what they were being asked to do.

And finally, joyously, she heard the strains of Gershwin ringing out once more over the alien landscape. She saw the creatures carefully tracing over the surface, bringing back the music, connecting to it in a way that transcended language and physics and space and time. Restoring something of Lorenza's world at last. It wasn't much... but she hoped, with all her desperate breaths, that it was a start.

THE END