Triangulum Stain: Attack of the Replicating Alien Dildos

By Moctezuma Johnson

The government is on the scene. MIBs have been dispatched. Freak Force Five is on its way in a supersonic jet. Why? There is an agent in the air from a capsule returning from space. It is an extraterrestrial agent that gets into men’s liquid. That's right. When a man ejaculates he creates a monster. Today, in Beaver Lick, Arizona, when a man finishes, he falls into a deep sleep and the liquid stain turns into an living, moving silicone-made sentient Alien Dildo that preys on young women so they can asexually reproduce. Triangulum Stain is a story about how a team of scientists created long before this agent lands in Arizona to stop just such an outbreak, a few civilians who found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time, and some super-trained female Women in Black, each with a peculiar and amazing skill, try to stop this erotic alien takeover of Earth. Will they survive or will they all be sexed to death? Finding out is a fun thrill-ride.

The story is Michael Crichton meets Mika Tan. It is the new one from Moctezuma Johnson.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Girls Carrying Books
• Release date: Apr 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311502728

Moctezuma Johnson

Call me Moctezuma!They say that I once took the Millennium Falcon for a spin through the Triangulum Galaxy. They also say I once had sex with both Angelina Jolie and Margaret Atwood at the same time. They say a lot of things, don't they?I crawled out of a New Jersey sewer in the 70s and have since lived all over the world. When not writing books and blogs, I enjoy photography and writing poems for people. If you want to hire me to write a poem for you in any way, contact me at moctezuma.johnson(@)gmail.com (remove the parenthesis).Learn more at my site: http://moctezumajohnson.com/?SWCheers,MJ

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The Triangulum Stain

Attack of the Replicating Aliens

the story of an alien chemical agent coming to earth

by Moctezuma Johnson

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WARNING: This novelette contains strong language and graphic sex scenes

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Triangulum Stain

Attack of the Replicating Alien Dildo

THIS FILE IS CLASSIFIED

TOP SECRET

Examination by unauthorized

persons

is a criminal offense punishable

by fines and imprisonment

up to

20 years and $200,000

US ARMY

PROJECT: HALCYON KERNEL

AUTHORITY: NASA/AMC

CLASSIFICATION: TOP SECRET (NTK BASIS)

PRIORITY: NATIONAL (DX)

SUBJECT: Initiation of high-security facility

to prevent dispersion of toxic

extraterrestrial agent.

CROSSFILE: Project SPORE, Project

CALIENTE, Project SUBDUED, Project

FREEZE

The sky is blue like this pretty much every day. That’s one of the amazing things about the desert. Blue sky. Even when it’s cloudy, there is just so much sky. The great expanse. You can almost feel the world in transformation. What sculpted all these rocks? What ocean built this dryness? And at night the expanse gets vaster. Infinite stars shining, twirling, twerking. You can hear the expanse as well. It filters your ears. Sounds in an urban area bounce, and echo, they dampen. There’s a certain sound of city, any city, in the rain. The tires flange through water on a rainy city night. In the desert the rain doesn’t echo off the buildings and pavement. The sound of the rain in the desert comes right out of the heavens. That’s on a rainy night, which is rare and only during the monsoon season in the summer. On the normal dry nights you can smell the desert clearly. Even guys with horrible allergies like Lefty Williams can breathe deep and get a strong whiff of the creosote bush, which smells incidentally like rain, and sage—an otherworldly smell. Breathing that in, lefty feels it’s going to be a good day.

Lefty, honorably discharged from the Air Force after being involved in a tarmac collision in Hong Kong, has now been dispatched to investigate a UFO by The International Investigator, a lackey of Dean Dibblewitz's Rag (what's the name of that? yes THE UFO KROW). The full name of the UFO-focused ‘zine that only geeks and freaks follow is the UFO Chronicler. Lefty visits a vast expanse of desert where Dean, his managing editor, has asked him to see if there are any aliens. Left drives around all day searching for a crashed alien pod. He never finds any pod. Lefty finds a gas station there of the one lane highway. He pulls in and sees if any of his senses tell him something is amiss, but it’s all normal. Slow, boring, and normal. Lefty sees everything is as it should be and realizes he doesn’t feel like interviewing the old white man here. He decides that will be enough for the day and gets himself a case of local beer and a cigar and drives off. He needs a source he can trust and will go into the town of Beaver Lick, Arizona tomorrow first thing. As the sun sets he is wowed by the sheer beauty of landscape: red rock, a massive sky, and the first star. Once he sees that first one he finds the sky is littered with them. Lefty is unsure of if they were all there the whole time and he adjusted his eye or if he was watching as they popped out into the night sky. Either way, it was beautiful. His managing editor says there’s a possible disease outbreak in the desert. Dean always sees the end of the world around each corner. It’s just the way Dean is built. Lefty is much leaner on the worry spectrum. The only things he keeps worrying about are his kids and ex-wife. He pulls into his motel for the night. He stares into the desert night and watches the stars for a moment, feeling something sublime in all that open space. The night sky is crystal clear. The stars by the horizon pulse in blue and red. There are quasars, pulsars, and other things going on across the universe that you can see with the naked eye from Earth. A chill runs down Lefty’s spine. There must be so much evil out there. Think how much evil is right here on Earth.

He drinks his beer sitting in front of his motel room on the second level of the ramshackle little brown-painted place. The desert is beautiful but his motel does not share it’s sublimity. Before he goes in to sleep, he sees a very good-looking young cleaning woman. She’s fit and has curly black hair. She wearing a cleaning apron and walks quickly to her car, gets in, and pulls away. He watches her pull away and