The Pindira World-Shaper completed its six-hundred year journey to Sol with an approach that aligned with the system's plane of the ecliptic. It positioned itself behind the system's largest gas giant, placing the latter between it and its target -- the third planet outward from the star, which was to be the Pindira's next agricultural planet.
Once in a jovian-stationary orbit, World-Shaper -- a living thing -- split its mass. Eighty percent remained in orbit and began work on the gigantic hypergate that would bring the Pindira to this system in seconds instead of centuries.
The other twenty percent was Planet-Former, the ancient, tried and true artificial life form and AI that had conquered thousands of planets for the Pindira. It fell downward, into the inner system toward the third planet, already absorbing the electro-magnetic chatter of that globe's primary intelligent species and considering various bio-invasion strategies. Planet-Former approached by stealth, keeping the planet's single moon between it and the blue and white globe. Then it slipped into a high geostationary orbit and as intended went undetected.
Over several days Planet-Former absorbed the collective knowledge of the dominant species, humans, a bipedal hominid race. The humans had conveniently placed that knowledge on an unsecured worldwide computer network, so Planet-Former had a lot of biological data on humanity before it even began to strategize, but the human state of biological science was so primitive that it needed more. So it sent several probes down to remote areas where they found, consumed, and analyzed individual humans and transmitted the results before self-destructing.
Hmm. Humans. Sexually dimorphic, pair-bonding with both limited monogamy or polyamory depending on conditions. Female carries the young in a womb... mating is a conscious act and it uses the pleasure centers of their brains... there was same-sex mating for pleasure and evolutionary benefit... the brain chemistry supports intense ideation and behavior modification... yes, this was good. It could work with this.
Four days later Planet-Former launched a single bio-pod toward the west coast of a medium-sized continent, aiming the pod to land just north of a major population center. It didn't send more because it had learned over time that multiple launches were multiple failure points. But it didn't think failure was likely here -- it had confidence in this design.
And its confidence was well placed, because with that launch humanity was doomed. Not to die, not completely, but far, far worse.
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On a bright and sunny Tuesday morning in June, Carol Cross woke at 9AM, just an hour after her mother had left. Twenty-five years old and a chemist at Palimed Inc, Carol was at her parent's house in Santa Barbara for a the weekend. She loved her parent's isolated home out in the woods. She loved her home town with its warm sunlight and clean air off the ocean, so different from L.A.
She dressed in denim shorts and a gray tank-top and then went into the bathroom to put herself together for the day. She brushed her blonde shoulder-length hair, applied some light makeup, and looked herself over in the mirror -- tall, with breasts a bit large for her frame, and in good shape, she was happy with her appearance. The men she'd dated over the last few years certainly had been. She considered going back to the guest room for a little fun with some toys she'd brought, but thought better of it -- her Mom was showing houses and could be back any time.
She made herself some coffee and was seated at the kitchen counter reading the L.A. Times on her tablet, when she smelled something like... cinnamon? Coffee? It seemed to be coming from outside. She rose, walked to the large sliding glass door that led out to the garden, and opened it.
Oh God, the smell! It was glorious -- a smokey mixture of spices she didn't recognize, so earthy and sweet. She had to find where it was coming from. She scanned the fenced in back yard and spied something black and purple on the ground, in the far right corner. She walked toward it, the odor increasing with every step -- it was heady and wonderful. Intoxicating.
There was a hole in the fence, and lying just inside the yard was a lump the shape of a loaf of bread, only larger, about two feet long and a foot high. It was the source of that heavenly smell and it was beautiful, covered in glistening black slime threaded through with purple and green veins that pulsed slowly. Some distant part of Carol's mind knew she should find it disgusting and even horrifying, but she just didn't see it that way -- it was so beautiful in its roundedness, and the way the ichor glistened in the morning sun and the delightful veins pulsing meant it was full of life.
She knelt down beside the Planet-Former's pod. "Well, hello there," she said. And then tentatively reached out and ran her index finger across the top of it. It was soft and spongy, and her finger picked up a glob of black slime as she trailed its tip across the surface. She held her finger up and looked at the black goo dripping down it, and then without thinking popped her finger into her mouth.
"Oh...ahhh...oh!..." Bliss...overwhelming spiritual bliss. Happiness on a level she'd never felt before. Peace and contentment went right to her center, right to the heart of her. As Planet-Former's nanites melted on her tongue her mind expanded, her sense of ego dissolved, and she was rocked with an almost religious joy.
No, not almost. She'd found God. She would do anything to protect this... Master. Her Master. Anything. She'd die before she let it be hurt, she'd kill anyone who tried to hurt it. Being allowed in its presence, being allowed to protect it was a gift and an honor. Then her brain buzzed with nanite communication and she realized that the Master had another gift to give. Her hands went to her waist; she quickly unbuttoned her denim shorts, shoved them down to her ankles along with her pink panties, and stepped out of them. She shucked off her tank top.
She laid down nude on the wet grass, parted her legs, and placed her vulva with its neatly shaved blonde landing strip just inches from the Master.
It wants to put something inside me...
She smiled; she'd love that. She knew on some level she was being controlled, that she was being made to like the idea. She knew it was going to implant something inside her.
A parasite
, she suddenly thought. It wanted to implant a parasite in her. She knew she should feel horror, should be running away, but instead she was happy. She wanted to spread her legs for her Master and host its young; it's what she was for, after all. Her reason for existing. To serve.
She pinched and squeezed her breasts; she could feel wetness dripping from her cunt.
Cunt, pussy...
I've never thought like that... But the crude words seemed right, seemed true. Her body was for her Master. She wasn't a person, she had no dignity. She was to be used.
Used... Yesss...
Pleasure coursed through her brain at the thought.
I obey my Master. I obey.
She reached down and rubbed her already engorged labia --
Yes, a parasite inside me, attached to my uterus like a leech. Growing into me. Ohh!
She quivered in pleasure at the thought and pressed down on her clit, rubbing it hard.
I want to be infected. I want it to feed off me. I can imagine it inside me pulsing, growing, using my blood... Oh God! Oh God!
Her body shuddered with an intense orgasm that seemed to go on and on...
A minute later as the pleasure subsided she looked up at the sky and smiled -- time for her new life. She parted her legs more and felt cool air on her wetness. "Please," Carol said out loud, reaching down with two hands and spreading her labia. "Please Master, I want to host your parasite. Put it in me." She orgasmed again at the words, spontaneously, without stroking or rubbing; she felt so carnal and nasty but at the same time happy and so complete, knowing she'd serve by growing a new master inside her. "Use me Master, infect me!"
There was a wet sticky sound as a seam appeared lengthwise across the top of the alien pod. It opened like a wound, dark ichor running down its sides, and a long, wet, purple tentacle flopped out of it. The tentacle was about two inches thick and at least thirty inches long; it ended in an almost human-appearing darker purple glans and the whole thing looked for all the world like a massive prehensile cock dripping with streaks of black slime. It stayed attached to the pod at its base, but most of its length fell away and flopped around on the grass, with the tip searching, seeking.
Carol eagerly reached out, grabbed the tentacle, and placed its head at her entrance. It edged forward, slowly touching her, probing. She spread her legs wider, as wide as she could, and pulled her labia and vagina open even more.
Oh please, oh please!
And then it drove home, thrusting several inches up into her at once and she gasped -- she'd never taken anything so big before, but it felt full and satisfying. Wonderful.
The Master slowly began to fuck her, going further up with each movement. With every thrust Carol orgasmed more than ever had in her life; electric sparks danced in front of her eyes and her entire pelvis jerked with spasms of pleasure. This went on for minutes and Carol's body rocked as one long orgasm after another washed over her in waves. They ebbed and flowed and she reached peaks that were beyond anything she'd ever thought she could feel. She continued to massage her breasts, pulling on them hard and pinching her nipples. The Master continued to fuck her, but slightly faster, at least ten inches of it sliding easily in and out of her. Then she felt it hit her cervix and remain still. "Yes, Master, yes," she said breathlessly as she laid back and stared up the sky, her heart filled with joy. "I'm ready now."
Inside her the tentacle's glans extruded an ovipositor that quickly found her cervix, pierced it, and flowered open. Then a round, gelatinous worm came out. It swam in place, twisting, turning, seeking, and then attached to her uterine wall Carol arched her back and her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. Literally every nerve in her body pulsed with ecstatic pleasure, something that would not have been possible without the alien nanites transmitting nerve impulses in addition to her own. "Ahhhh!" She screamed. "Ahhh, uhhhh, AHH!! AHHH!!!" And she thrashed around on the lawn, her entire body convulsing with orgasms literally more intense than any human being had ever experienced.
When it was done a few minutes later the tentacle withdrew from her with a squelch and receded back into the pod, which sealed up. Carol rolled on her side and curled into a ball, still shivering with pleasure.
I'm so lucky to have been taken, to have been chosen.
As she laid there and her breathing slowed, nannites released by the parasite flooded her body and suddenly she knew things--all the Master's abilities, some of which were now hers as well, along with its plans to conquer and transform the earth, to prepare it for their makers. Strategies and tactics from thousands of planetary conquests filled her mind.
A few minutes later she stumbled, still naked, from the backyard into the living room, her back covered with grass stains and her hair tangled and messy. She walked slowly down the hall into her room and then the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and blinked. A disheveled young blonde woman stared back at her, one so very different from this morning. She smiled at her reflection, luxuriating in the thought of being enslaved, in love with the idea of serving her Master. It made her happy and filled with contentment. She looked down and cradled her belly where a new master grew; it would take eleven months for it to gestate and be born, and after that she'd get another right away. She would be birthing Masters for years.
I will help my Master infect everyone I know
, she thought happily.
At that thought her hand drifted down and she slid two fingers into her wetness and stroked herself.
That's so fucking hot -- betraying my friends and family, watching the Master enslave them, watching it fuck them and infect them...
She made herself stop -- for now she had to get in the shower. Mom would be home soon.
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