The next day even as Taylor filled Marsha Starsky with sperm from his heavy black testicles his mind was a million miles away.
"Ahhhh," Marsha groaned, as her heavy breasts glistened with sweat, the prominent nipples erect. "That feels so good, Michael! I'm sure you put a heavy load into me!"
"I'm sure I did," said Taylor hollowly. He performed because his rider required him to but that didn't mean he had to like it.
And then a new voice said, "Am I interrupting?"
Taylor turned to see Julie Harris, flanked by two Harem Guards. Julie's belly was green and protruding; it had been three days since he had impregnated her. In a few more days she would give birth to her replacement, and then be consumed by the Hive. The only difference between them is that Taylor knew his fate and Julie didn't know hers. In some ways he envied her.
"We're just finishing here," said Taylor, pulling his glistening penis out from between Marsha Starsky's fleshy cuntlips.
"That never gets old," said Julie with a spark in her eye as she hungrily eyed Taylor's thick cock. "My Mom says she wants to see you in the Incubation Chamber. She says there's something you'll want to see."
Taylor got up, stretching his sore legs. He looked at the Harem Guards. "I know the way," he said.
********
All the girls were clustered excitedly around the cocoons, which were fully grown now.
"Ah, Michael, you're just in time," Joanna smiled, looking pleased.
"Michael, our babies are hatching!" said Susan. She squeezed his arm. "Aren't you excited?"
"Very much so," Taylor said dryly.
Taylor looked at the "babies". They looked like fully grown human beings. There was a crackling sound, and then the first one hatched. The second one quickly followed and then the third.
Somehow they had all coordinate with each other.
The first to step out of the cocoon was Mushy's offspring. Mushy's jaw dropped open as she saw... herself.
"You... you look just like me!" said Mushy.
"I
am
just like you, Mother," said New Mushy. She embraced Mushy in a tight hug, covering her with slimy wetness. "I'm so delighted to meet you!"
An identical copy of Susan stepped out of the second cocoon. She had Susan's bright red hair, her pear shaped breasts and her bright red pubic triangle. She grinned and gave Susan a hug, even as Susan was recovering from the shock of it.
And then the last cocoon broke apart and out stepped a perfect duplicate of Survey Service Captain Michael Taylor.
Sophie's jaw dropped open. "He... he looks like you, Michael!"
"I
am
you," said the New Taylor, in a slightly distorted voice. He reached out and hugged Sophie. "I'm so glad to meet you, Mom. Thank you for bringing me to life."
"I... it was my pleasure," she said, giving Taylor a worried glance.
"What is this all about?" said Susan, pulling back from her duplicate. "Why are they perfect copies of us?"
"You are being replaced, all of you," said Joanna.
"All of us?" said Sophie.
"Sophie, we needed you to make a copy of Michael. In your next pregnancy, you'll produce a replica of yourself," said Joanna.
"But... why?" Sophie asked. "We are Hivelife!"
"You are
not
Hivelife," said Joanna. "You are
controlled
by Hivelife. You have Hivelife on you and within you. But you are not Hivelife. You are... impure." She let that sink in. "You are an intermediate phase, like a caterpillar which becomes a butterfly. We take alien races such as yours and use them to create Hivelife. You are... a temporary expediency."
Sophie tried to recover from the shock. "Then what will become of us?"
Joanna shrugged, causing her heavy breasts to ripple. "You will be consumed, of course. Your final act will be to give your bodies to nourish the Hivemind, as a useful source of protein."
"No!" Sophie cried.
"Yes," said Joanna. "You are fortunate, Sophie, in that you will have more time with us than your companions. You will have to be seeded again so you can give birth to your replacement."
"I will not!" Sophie cried.
"Yes you
will
," said New Taylor, now speaking in the exact same voice as the original. He pressed his hairy chest against Sophie.
"No," Sophie whispered.
He put his forehead against hers and stared into her eyes. "You will accept me as your lover. You will accept me as the real Michael Taylor. You will eagerly welcome me inside of you, and your fondest desire in life will be to carry to term Hivelife which will duplicate and replace you."
"No," Sophie said again.
"Perhaps a demonstration would be in order," said New Taylor. He pressed his lips against hers.
Sophie felt her heavy double banded rider pumping her with arousal. Taylor watched Sophie grind her lips eagerly against New Taylor as her rider pulsated on her back.
"No, Sophie!" Taylor cried.
"Sophie doesn't obey your commands any more, Dad," said New Taylor. "But she
does
obey mine. Make me hard for you, Sophie."
Sophie, giving Taylor a wide eyed look, reached down with her hand, but New Taylor slapped it away. He looked at her and stared at her knowingly, then slowly pushed down on her shoulders so that she was on her knees, in front of him. New Taylor's hairy penis was mere inches from her lips.
"No Sophie, don't do it!" Taylor cried.