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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 29 Location: San Francisco. |
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| Introduction: The family down the street runs afoul of the alien visitor. | ||
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Paul was now fairly certain that he would have to kill his neighbor. "I always say a real man has got to know how to keep handy around the house," Jerry said, literally pushing his way past Paul and in the front door. "Otherwise, just what kind of a man are you anyway? No offense." "Yeah, I think you've mentioned that before," said Paul. "Look Jerry, I know I asked if you'd come over and help me fix the hot water heater, but now is really not a good time and I-" "Aw come on, don't pussy out on me. We'll get her fixed up in no time, and then we'll watch the game. You know I just live three blocks away but we never hang out anymore. The little lady's out of town right? So live it up!" Jerry slapped Paul on the shoulder, too hard. Paul cursed. He really had asked Jerry to stop by and help him. But that had been Friday, the day before Kim left, and a lot had happened since then. If he had remembered that Jerry was supposed to show he would have cancelled. The water heater was in the basement. With Lisa... "Look, Jer, I appreciate you coming over, but this is a really bad time. I'm sorry I didn't call you but I've had a lot on my mind." Jerry wasn't listening. He was twice the size of Paul and had a habit of just bowling over obstacles. Paul felt like he was in the path of a huge, gas-spewing steamroller. "I came all the way over here and I've got my tools, at least let me look at it!" He flung open the basement door and cold air wafted up the stairwell. Paul's eyes flicked nervously to the place below where he knew his slumbering house guest was still dreaming an endless dream, her body host to a swarm of ravenous young. "You really shouldn't go down there. The stairs are about ready to collapse, I think it must be termites or something. The I nearly broke my neck on them yesterday. If you got hurt I'd never forgive myself. Just come back upstairs and we'll watch the game like you said." Jerry rolled his eyes. "I think I can take care of myself. I promise if I fall I'll tell Bonnie and Kim it was my fault, not yours, okay?" With that he ambled down the steps, each one creaking under his massive girth. Paul sighed and followed. This was going to get ugly, but he had done everything he could. "Like I said, a real man's gotta be handy about the house Paul. I don't want to talk down to you in your own homestead or anything, but you should really learn how to take care of some of this stuff. You know, case there comes a time when I'm not here to call on." "You planning on moving?" "No, but you never can tell about these things, can ya? The Good Lord might come and call me anytime. I notice I didn't have any trouble surviving those tricky stairs of yours, eh? Now, where's the heater?" "The corner, near the windows." Paul was hanging back in the shadows, letting Jerry wander ahead of him. "It's like with my brother in law. That guy couldn't fix a hole in the ground, you know what I mean? Every other damn day of the week I've got to go over and repair something around his place. And every time I tell him the same thing, 'Stand back and let me show you what a real man is made of.' Paul, did you know your window's open?" "No." There was movement in the shadows behind Jerry, a shuffling and a squelching. "Well here, let's close it, there's a storm coming and-" Jerry's voice faltered at the same time as his footsteps. Paul couldn't see around the big man, but he knew what he was looking at. He watched Jerry's psychic aura fluctuate between surprise and horror. "Paul, what the fuck is-? Jesus Christ, what am I looking at? Is that-?" There was a wet plopping noise and Jerry turned around. Two dozen oozing tentacles lashed out and ensnared him, constricting his legs and arms. As he gaped in horror the alien took the opportunity to wrap a few of its appendages around his mouth like a gag, partly so that the sound of the screams wouldn't carry but primarily just to shut him up. It lifted Jerry's near three hundred pound weight as though he were just a child. The tips of the big man's feet dangled an inch or two off the floor. This was such a nuisance. The alien had far better things to do with its time. It wished this foolish male had heeded the repeated requests to leave. Now they were going to have to do things the hard way. Jerry's heart fluttered in his chest, threatening to give out at any second. The shock of discovering Lisa's unconscious naked body on the basement floor and then the sight of the hideous squelching mass that sprang at him from the shadows seconds later was too much for his him. If the creature had understood what was happening, it might have just let him die naturally, but Jerry wasn't going to be that lucky. Something extended from the alien's body. Not a tentacle, but instead a long, thin tube that came to a needlelike point. This proboscis darted forward and stabbed into the center of Jerry's chest, sending blood welling into his mouth and splattering onto the cold, hard concrete floor. The creature needed human females to mate with, but it also needed to sample as wide and as varied an assortment of male DNA as possible so that it could mine genetic material. While the creature would normally have passed up such an unpromising specimen as this, since the tactless ape had invaded the sanctity of its lair and endangered the security of its offspring, it might as well see if there was any potential for growth here before disposing of it. Heedless of Jerry's flailing limbs or sputtering lips as he vainly tried to gulp air into his punctured lungs, the alien imbibed a small amount of tissues and fluids, analyzing them. The results weren't promising, but since this was the first chance it had had to sample the DNA of another human male it decided that it might as well go for broke. The gelatinous mass of the creature's body produced a sound very much like a voice: "Okay Jerry. How about you show me what a real man is made of?" Jerry was aware of a sound like a vacuum pump, but he couldn't place the source. Looking down, he realized that the tube in his chest was moving. There was a flush in the creature's body as a miasma of red liquid spread through its translucent flesh. With mounting horror Jerry realized what was happening. It was draining his blood! He gave one last valiant effort to free himself, but for all his kicking and thrashing he was helpless in the alien's grasp. After a few seconds the combine stress of his struggles, his injuries, and the massive amount of blood that was being vacuumed out of him was too much, and he descended off into unconsciousness and, shortly, death. The alien dropped the limp corpse to the floor. Its entire body was now bright cherry-red with the fluids it had drained. It took a few more seconds to analyze the qualities of the other male's DNA, then began to absorb it all into its tissues. After a few seconds the red haze faded, and Jerry's genetic code was fully incorporated into the monster. If any of the absorbed male's genes were superior to those of its host, they would replace them, thus helping to assure that the creature passed on only the best chromosomes to its next spawn. Probably little worth saving from this one, but as it had learned over its eons of life, you really never could tell. That business concluded, its shape contracted and turned inside itself, gradually reassuming human form. As it did, the part of its personality that was still Paul, the part that it let assert a modicum of control when in human guise, regained control of its senses and found itself standing naked in the middle of the basement, covered in slime, with Jerry's dead body lying in a rapidly spreading pool of blood just two feet away. Well shit, he thought. Paul wiped himself off with a towel from a nearby laundry basket, mopping up blood and leftover alien fluids. He looked at Jerry's face, the dead man's eyes still wide with shock. He had never seen a body before. He was surprised by how little it bothered him. "Sorry about that Jer old buddy, but I told you it wasn't safe in the basement.". But how the hell was he going to get rid of this corpse? He couldn't just leave it, it would spoil and contaminate the environment. He needed the incubators to be housed in as healthy and sanitary a space as possible. Where to put it? What were people always doing with dead bodies on cop shows? Wait, forget that, the bodies on cop shows always got found. Wait, cops... Suddenly Paul realized that he had even bigger problems. He took the basement stairs two at a time, hurrying to the phone and fumbling with the address book. Jerry's wife must have known he was coming over, and when he didn't come home or call she would go to the police, and then they'd come to question him, and police attention was the last thing he needed now. Paul's fingers trembled as he dialed the number. It rang six times before he got an answer. "Bonnie, hi, it's Paul Greenstreet, you know, Paul from around the block. Right, Kim's husband. Oh, Jerry made it here just fine, he's down in the basement right now working on that water heater." Paul tugged at the phone chord, anxiety mounting. "Uh huh, yeah, right. Look Bonnie, I was just thinking about something Jerry said, about how we live right around the corner but we never see each other. I figure I haven't been a very hospitable neighbor, so since Jerry is already here why don't you come over and we'll fire up the barbecue, catch up on old times? Kim's out of town for two weeks on business and I've got to admit I'm feeling a little lonely around the old place alone. Yeah, I'm a big softy I guess." He hoped his laugh sounded sincere. His body was in a cold sweat. If she didn't go for it, he would have to go over there himself... "What's that? Sarah?" The alien reached back into Paul's memories. Sarah was Jerry and Bonnie's daughter. She was a few months away from graduating high school, and in his mind he could picture vivid green eyes behind the lenses of her glasses and a perfectly pert, heart-shaped little ass shoveled into jeans shorts. "Yeah, bring Sarah along. We'll all have a good time. Hurry now, you don't want to miss the game." *** Two hours later Sarah was lying on her back in the Greenstreet’s living room. The carpet was worn and rubbed rough on her shoulders as she stared up into the stucco ceiling, unblinking. She heard noises, a wet squishing sound like someone jumping into a puddle and tiny choked sounds like a cross between whimpers and moans. She recognized her mother’s voice. She couldn’t see what was happening, but she didn’t have to. She had seen enough already. She had seen too much. Three feet away, her mother Bonnie was sitting with legs splayed and hips jerking up and down, bucking wildly. Her clothes were in tatters nearby, bra actually flung over a blade of the overhead ceiling fan. Her glasses were askew, and her naked skin was slick with a wet, oozing, transparent substance. She was dimly aware of all of these things, but she didn’t give them much thought. She had other matters on her mind. Like Lisa before her, she had fought at first, but now she too was eagerly accepting the impregnating tentacles into her body. In its first encounter with an earth female the alien had been able to affect her mind only in crude, simple ways because it was still adjusting to its new host. If Lisa hadn’t already been supercharged with sexual energy when she arrived and hadn’t tried to seduce Paul of her own accord, it probably wouldn’t have been able to breed her. She would never have reached the required mental state, that place where physical stimulation overpowers rational thought. But now that the creature had had time to settle in it was exercising greater control over its psychic powers. Paralyzing the younger one had been easy enough. It had laid Sarah aside for later, implanting a mental command that made certain she stayed conscious but couldn’t move. Manipulating motor control was child’s play, but what the alien had to do to ensure successful mating, manipulating thought and emotion, was far more complex. Bonnie had been understandably panicked when the creature ensnared her, but the creature had managed to push her mind away from fear and towards arousal. They share many of the same physical symptoms: quickened pulse, increased respiration, flushing of the skin, sweating, panting. These similarities made it possible for the alien to trick the female’s mind, transforming terror into lust and panic into eagerness. Similarly, it required only a slight adjustment to convince first the body and then the mind that what was happening wasn’t a violent struggle but simply rough foreplay. The effect was still crude, more mental coercion than actual manipulation, but in time it would hone its talents. For now it simply laid out an easy downhill path for Bonnie's mind and watched as she predictably followed it. Soon she was lost in heated, wanton ecstasy, thrashing and moaning at the creature’s touch. Bonnie’s pussy contracted, tight and wet, as she felt the tentacle plunge deeper inside, coiling and flexing its muscular length. Her head was swimming to the point that she had long since stopped bothering to think about was happening. She was just enjoying the fuck. It had been a long time. She was fairly certain that Jerry couldn’t keep it up anymore, but it had been so long since she’d had the opportunity to check that it hardly mattered. She wondered where he was, then decided she didn’t care. This female was older than the first the alien had mated with, but she was still fertile, and though it knew she would produce fewer offspring it sensed that the firmness and ripeness of her body would shelter and feed them well. Bonnie was getting on in years, but she hadn’t lost the curvaceous figure or generous, buxom breasts that used to turn all the boys’ heads in college. Best of all, she still possessed the desire to reproduce. Her relationship with Sarah had been strained lately, and the ailing mother/daughter bond combined with her insecurities about aging had led her to consider whether it was possible to try again. Now she would get the chance. Her moans were stifled by the tentacle that filled her mouth, pushing towards her throat. She wrapped one hand around it, stuffing it in, swallowing until she gagged. Something thick and hot and sweet gushed into her mouth and filled her throat, sloshing inside of her, and she moaned, drinking it. She could feel it tingling in her belly, diffusing through the tissues of her stomach, spreading further and further. As the gushing cum filled Bonnie through her mouth, she began to change, her skin becoming translucent and moist, her frame expanding to accommodate the rich, nourishing solution being pumped into her by the gallon. The alien held off on cumming in her pussy just yet, instead attaching its smaller, suckered tentacles to her nipples, inflating her breasts by squirting cum directly into them. It took the time to prop up Sarah's paralyzed body with a few stray tentacles, so that she could watch what happened to her mother. Bonnie’s lips, tongue, and mouth were tingling as she drew in another mouthful, gulping it down with satisfaction. She wanted to suck this thing dry. She had no idea what was happening to her body, and she didn’t care. She was now almost screaming through her pursed lips as the probing tentacles continued to fuck her. Out the corner of her eye, she became aware that her daughter was watching. She opened her mouth and the tentacle plopped free, splashing hot liquid onto her jiggling breasts, which she noticed were now twice their normal size. She moaned and as she did a thick stream of the tasty slurry spilled over her hot pink lips. “Ohhhhh mmmm, Sarah, you have GOT to try this!” Sarah’s heart was racing. Her mother had clearly lost her mind. Whatever this horrible thing was, it had done something to her, and now it looked as though she were actually enjoying being raped by the disgusting beast! Sarah’s horror mounted as the appendage buried in her mother’s pussy began to swell with the force of ejaculating fluids. She could see lumps the size of softballs traveling its length and then disappearing into her mother’s body, and as she watched Bonnie began to quiver all over, wracked by orgasms, the swollen lips of her cunt dripping wetness. Sarah could hardly believe her mother was getting off on being fucked by this thing, but that was clearly what was happening! As Sarah watched in dismay, her mother was impregnated by the monster. Bonnie’s ovaries, rapidly approaching the point in her life when their utility would have been finished anyway, cooperatively discharged the last of their burden. Her uterus swelled and expanded to make room for her new little youngsters, and she cooed in delight as she felt each one begin to swim inside of her, the fertilized eggs attaching in her womb, where they would grow and begin to feed on the nourishing fluids that the creature had filled her with. Who needs Jerry anyway, she thought. I can be a mother without him. This time would be different. This time she would raise them right. With that happy thought, the alien pushed her mind into a deep, dream-filled slumber, one from which she would never awaken. Sarah couldn’t move, but she was shaking all over. She could barely recognize her mother now, the other woman’s abdomen swollen up as if forty weeks pregnant, her skin glistening and moist with all of the cum she had absorbed. Sarah could see she was still breathing and her eyes were moving rapidly behind closed lids, but she was dead to the world. The monster, finished with half of its evening's entertainment, now turned its attention to the other delectable morsel. Sarah shuddered as she felt its warm, slimy flesh press against her, tentacles groping her through her clothing, swarming up her legs and over her thighs, slithering across her belly and up towards her petite breasts. She struggled to stand up, to run, to fight back, but it was hopeless. This thing had had its way with her mother, and now she was next. The creature ran its tendrils all over Sarah's body as it casually stripped away her clothes, fabric tearing in its inhuman grasp. Unlike her plump, curvaceous mother, Sarah was thin and petite, with perky, delicate little A cup breasts whose nipples stood out like bright pink strawberry nubs on the delicate white plain of her body. Her skin was pale and smooth, and the alien marveled at how easily it could twine its coils around her. Her dark, curling brown hair was cut short, and the alien knew that Paul had always been particularly intrigued by the luminous green eyes behind her glasses. Sarah's bare skin glistened with slime from the creature's body as it caressed and fondled her against her will. She felt a flutter of panic in her chest and she wished that the damned thing would get it over with instead of just toying with her. Its shapeless body loomed over her, three dull orange eyes staring down, and she felt bile in her throat as she watched it throb and pulse. She was finding it difficult to think, a dim haze settling over her brain. She gritted her teeth and focused her thoughts, pushing back whatever it was that was creeping into her psyche. The alien sensed her defiance and was intrigued. Whereas the previous two females had been easy to coerce, this one was fighting its influence with impressive resolve. It could find no purchase in her mind, no place to sink in its hooks and twist her thoughts to its own ends. No matter, it thought, as it grasped the tender nubs of Sarah's nipples in two suckered tentacles and begin twisting and pulling them, watching her body shudder and her jaw clench as she fought not to cry out. She might not want to cooperate, but her body would betray her in the end. Sarah had seen what happened to her mother, so she was ready when the massive tentacle tried to force its way into her mouth. Her lips parted and she gagged as it slithered in. Its slimy flesh tasted salty and acrid. When she realized the taste was from her own mother's pussy she began to feel sick to her stomach, and she spat the tentacle out. It jerked forward and squirmed against her pursed lips again, pushing in and depressing her tongue, but her gag reflex expelled it once more as it tried to slide back toward her throat. Slightly annoyed but still intrigued, the alien sent a mental command and, struggle though she might, Sarah couldn’t stop her mouth from opening to accept the slimy thing. The alien took its time, sliding between her lips little by little to make sure she appreciated the degree of control it was exerting. It even forced her to begin sucking the way her mother had. Inside her head she was screaming at herself to stop, but despite her reluctance was giving the monster her best blowjob. Sarah tried to bite down, but the flesh of the thing was thick and rubbery, and she couldn't break the skin. Feeling the vile member stretch her lips and squirm around in her mouth made her want to puke. Something was still pressing into her thoughts, like a big hand trying to squeeze her brain, but no matter what happened she wouldn’t give in. She was sure that it was trying to do to her whatever it had done to her mother and force her to enjoy what was happening. The sight of Bonnie's swollen, impregnated form lying just a few feet away was a constant reminder of what was in store for her if she relented. The alien was perplexed. It could manipulate this female's body easily enough, but without some way to influence her mind it would never be able to successfully mate with her. Her resistance might cause her system to reject the implanted young, killing them and herself. It would have to work harder. Sarah felt the writhing mass of feelers slide along her ass. Tiny suckers on the underside of each tentacle attached to her flesh, spreading her cheeks. A cold sweat broke over her as she realized what was coming next. She watched, helpless, as the long thick tentacle slithered across the floor, snake-like, disappearing under her, and then a stab of pain from below. Oh my God, she thought, it's in my ass, it's in my ass! She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Sarah's body began to bounce and jiggle involuntarily as the creature penetrated her tiny, tight asshole and started fucking with hard, forceful thrusts. She had done anal before, but never like this. The thing shoved up inside of her was so thick it was like being double fisted. Her legs moved of their own accord, spreading wide to grant better access, the movements jerky and halting as she tried to stop it. All the while smaller tentacles caressed and fondled her tiny breasts until the front of her body was glistening with slime. The alien was curious to see how this stubborn female‘s body would react to the fertilizing agent. The reproductive potential of a female could be measured in how her body altered after absorbing the fluids. More impressive results indicated a greater reproductive capacity, as the future incubator prepared to bear the maximum number of young. So the alien prepped Sarah's body by implanting its seed through her mouth and ass. It gurgled and squelched in pleasure as it released a gushing torrent into the rebellious teen, watching her throat move with involuntary swallows and her ass cheeks quiver with the force of the rippling ejaculations entering her. Whereas Bonnie had relished the moment, Sarah was close to panic. This can't be happening, she thought, this can't be happening! As she came dangerously close to losing control, she felt the inhuman presence pushing its way into her mind. No! She would stay strong, no matter what. She might not be able to stop this from happening, but she wouldn't cooperate. She would fight. As stalwart as Sarah’s mind might have been, her body was eager to go along with the alien's plan. As thick, hot juices from the inseminating tentacles flooded her, her various tissues and organs began to absorb them. The fluid swam through her insides, leaking into her veins and mingling with her blood, even leaching into her bones. Every available space was filled, nothing went to waste. The alien cum integrated itself into every tissue it came into contact with. Soon even her skin was saturated with it, becoming slightly grey and translucent, moist to the touch. Her petite frame was filling out as the creature gorged her on its ejaculations. Her basic body shape and size were still unchanged, but anyone who looked at her now couldn't have helped but describe her as plump and full as her flesh expanded to accommodate the invasive secretion. The alien was pleased by these initial results, but even it wasn't prepared for what happened next. When tentacles attached to Sarah's nipples and began pumping cum into them, the effect was nothing less than explosive. Swelling up like two gigantic water balloons, Sarah's breasts doubled, then tripled, then quadrupled in size in less than half a minute! Her eyes went wide in shock. She'd often wished she could go up a few cup sizes, but this was NOT what she had in mind! Soon her gigantic, liquid-filled breasts were too much for Sarah's petite body, and even had she not been paralyzed it would have been impossible for her to stand up. The alien was amazed at what had happened. Judging from the preparations her body was making, this young girl must be teeming with unfertilized eggs, more than the previous two females combined! It could hardly believe its luck that such a wealth of untapped resources had fallen into its clutches. The last of its special tentacles snaked its way between her legs and pressed against her tight sex. It was surprised to discover resistance. What was that it felt? Something was different about the genitalia of this female? The alien consulted Paul's memories, and suddenly the root of young female's feistiness became apparent. "Ah! Your first time. Don't worry . I'll be gentle." The tentacle began to apply pressure. Oh god, she thought, not like this, not like this! She had saved herself all this time. Sarah was no prude, the boys at her school all knew she gave the best blowjobs in her class, and she had repeatedly submitted to anal sex with her various boyfriends. But she had wanted to save this one experience for the man she would one day marry. Sarah couldn't stop tears from coming as she felt the monster finally penetrate her, removing her virginity once and for all and leaving her open, exposed, violated. She sobbed as the thick, ridged tentacle began triumphantly fucking her virgin pussy. She prayed that whatever happened next, it would be over soon. But the alien hesitated. Without the heat of passion to fuel the mating, the results could be unpredictable. It was certainly possible to impregnate the helpless, procreant teen now, but there was no telling if she would bear the children to term. Females made better incubators when they submitted. This choice young female was so brimming with potential that the alien didn't want to take any chances by breeding her against her will. But try though it might, the alien could neither sufficiently stimulate Sarah's body nor apply any sort of influence to her mind. Sarah was exposed and penetrated every way possible, naked and being fucked in all three holes, primed and ready to bear young, but she was an unbreakable wall of resistance. The alien's psyche pushed and pulled at hers, trying to find any amount of give. "Don't you want to be a mother?" No! she thought. She was lying though, that much the creature could tell. For years she had resented what she perceived as her mother's intentional neglect. She often fantasized about how much better she would be at raising her children when the time finally came. Even so, Sarah would not submit. Her will was diamond hard. A thought occurred to the alien. Perhaps it could make this strong-willed female into its counterpart? To complete its mating cycle, the creature first had to bond with a host, then mate with creatures of the host's opposite gender, but it also had to create a counterpart for itself, a third gendered creature that would induce the various incubators to release their mature young. Finding the animal worthy enough to fill this role was always the hardest thing about arriving on a new world. It was a delicate decision, the most important that it would make during its time on any given planet. The creature had been holding out to grant this singular honor to Kim, but perhaps this one was better suited? Her fierce independence and staunch refusal to bow to its will suggested great potential. Perhaps in such unusual circumstances, this extreme measure was the best option. Sarah wasn't sure what was going on, but she sensed something was wrong. The creature had stopped moving, and as she watched, horror mingling with fascination, something was happening to it. A dark blue stain spread through its rubbery, translucent flesh, and then the blue fluid began to creep its way down the length of one tentacle. It was the one that was fucking into her mouth, she realized. Whatever that stuff was, it was about to feed it to her! She choked and gagged, but of course there was nothing she could do. She felt it begin to dribble down her throat and spread, mixing with the fluids already deposited in her body cavity. This time it felt different. It was cold and it sent tiny pinpricks of pain shooting through her. What in the hell was this bastard trying to do to her now? All at once her body began to spasm and convulse. Her head fell to one side, twitching, and her eyes rolled back. Something was happening inside of her, something strange and horrible, as if some dark inner workings she never knew she had were churning to life for the first time. Her glistening flesh began to ripple and flow, dribbling away a the edges, her figure losing its shape and definition. Whereas her mother was heavy and bloated with young but still retained a basic human shape and figure, Sarah seemed to be melting away, her body becoming almost gelatinous. She felt herself breaking down and reforming at a cellular level. She was becoming something else entirely, something inhuman, something awful and wonderful and ugly and beautiful. A kaleidoscope of images filled her mind, memories not her own, memories of things she had never done, worlds she had never been to, and creatures she had never known. Visions of a great, terrible destiny danced before her, and she began to dream of reaching and touching the entire world, holding it in the palm of her hand and then crushing it. The world could be hers, the universe even. No! Sarah's body began to convulse even more violently. Her throat contracted and squeezed, and the alien was surprised to find its intruding tentacle forced from the female's orifice. She was rejecting the transformation! The monster quickly backpedaled, trying to reabsorb all of the catalyzing agent that it had spilled into the girl's body. As it doggedly extracted each and every last bit, her human shape gradually returned, and her convulsions ceased. Eventually she was left curled on the floor in the fetal position, traumatized but more or less intact, shaking all over, tears streaming down her face. The alien cursed its own stupidity. Another few seconds and she would have died, the entire mating a loss. A hairsbreadth away from disaster. This was by far the most trouble any mate had given it in all its travels through the galaxy. The alien was finally in luck though. It appeared that the trauma of her partial transformation had created a crack in Sarah's ironclad resistance. She lacked the strength to actively reject the creature's advances anymore. She had fought heroically, but she had been pushed far beyond the limits of what any human being could hope to withstand. She still wouldn’t cooperate, but she wouldn’t actively fight either. It was less than ideal, but it would have to do. The alien slid a tentacle back inside her recently deflowered pussy and quickly impregnated her, filling her until her belly swelled huge with the extraterrestrial brood. She cried and sobbed as she watched what was happening to her, but she couldn't fight it anymore. Her body expanded to unimaginable size as a seemingly endless number of eggs were fertilized, becoming embryos containing the DNA of Sarah, the alien, Paul, and even traces of the other incubating females. Between her belly and her breasts she was now so front-heavy that she could no longer lay on her back, tipping over onto her side instead. The creature finished as quickly as possible, then put her to sleep. Unlike Bonnie and Lisa, who were even now lost in peaceful, pleasure-filled slumbers, her dreams would be troubled and frightening, a long dark nightmare born of all her worst fears. Her mindset might adversely affect the children she would spawn, but there was nothing to be done about it. Fighting back came with its own price to pay. *** The next night Paul sat cross-legged on the bed, eyes, closed, concentrating. The house was quiet. Down in the basement Sarah, Bonnie, and Lisa slept silently with their precious payloads housed inside their swollen wombs. Nothing stirred. On the end table the answering machine light was blinking with two messages, one from Kim telling him about the conference (he would call her in the morning) and one from work asking him why he didn't come in today (he had actually forgotten he had a job, and even now that he had been reminded he couldn't remember what it was. He wasn't sure whether he should bother calling to quit). After much consideration, he had buried Jerry's body in the compost heap, covering it with several large bags of fertilizer to help mask the smell. It was a short term solution, but he didn't nee any long term ones. He stuffed the girls' clothes in a trash bag in the corner of the basement along with their purses and jewelry, making sure to remove the batteries from their cell phones so that the signal couldn't be tracked. People would notice the missing family, but there'd be nothing to connect him with their disappearance. By the time anyone got around to questioning him about it, it would be too late. In the meantime, Paul was trying to better understand the other creature living inside of him. In reality, of course, there was no difference between "him" and it. The part of the host's mind that thought of itself as autonomous and human was really just an artificial personality created for convenience, something to handle the practical side of life on this world while the alien consciousness concentrated on its mission. The real Paul would have been horrified by the things that were happening in his house, but he was long gone and couldn't object. The elements of him that were left, though, retained some degree of independence, and they sought a greater understanding of the nature of the thing they had become. Paul let his mind expand, feeling the biological rhythms of everything in his radius, then turned the attention inward, to where something dark and ancient crouched, waiting. "What are you?" he asked. The answer came swiftly. A creature like you. A living organism with an imperative to breed. "But who are you?" This one was a little more difficult to answer. The alien vaguely understood the concepts of individuality and identity, but only through the minds of its various hosts. Its own species had no use for such luxuries. It debated what answer to give before finally replying: I am Cygax. That was the name that the inhabitants of the last world it visited had given to it. It would do. "Where do you come from?" Another difficult question. Cygax had been born on a distant planet on the opposite end of the galaxy thousands of years ago, spawned from the female that its parent had adopted as a host body. With the other members of its brood it had spread across the planet and transformed its entire population, and in many ways it thought of that first world as home. But there had been so many other planets since then, and the place it spent the most time was in the cold void between the stars as it shuttled from one world to another, and for the most part the idea of home had no real meaning. I am a wanderer. "Where did you come from last then?" On the last world it had visited, Cygax had nearly been destroyed. It hadn't realized when it came to that planet that in addition to the biological organisms living on it, there were also psychic entities very much like itself, though these lived in symbiosis with their hosts and inhabited them for the entirety of the creature's lives. Cygax had nothing but contempt for such weak-willed beings, and had he realized sooner what they were he would never have come to that planet in the first place. They drove him from his host, mortally wounding him, and then they dispatched their agents to other worlds. One by one Cygax heard the faint, dying distress calls of its brethren as the symbiotic creatures hunted them down. Soon, only it remained. That had been a long time ago as the people of this world measured such things, nearly a hundred years. One day, when its work here was complete, it would return to that other world and seek revenge. It tried to communicate all of this to Paul, who only understood only a little. He sensed that the alien's patience with his questioning was coming to an end, so he pushed on to the most important inquiry: "What will happen when we're finished here?" This time the answer was immediate. We will save the human race from itself. Right now you are all utilizing only a tiny fraction of your true potential. We will remake the species in our own image, you and I together. "But will there be anyone left?" Not here. But your species will live on in the DNA of the children we are creating, and as they spread to other worlds they will carry your genetic signature with them. Through them, humanity will conquer the galaxy. A great destiny lies ahead of you all. Paul had many more questions, but he didn't want to raise the creature's ire. Besides, what more was there to say after that? In the depths of this ordinary man's mind, something horrible was waiting. In this little house in a nondescript town, something unspeakable was happening. And on this tiny planet at the edge of the galaxy, something awful was building. To be continued! |
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