(This program contains bizarre sexual transformations and strong language. 18+ viewers only)
They were alone in the hangar, and, everything was going according to plan-- so far. The silent bodies of a hundred aircraft loomed over them, sleeping, waiting to roar to life and take wing into the sky. For now, the only sound was the scrape of the tiny plastic wheels on Camille's roller bag, but it echoed off the vast walls into a dull roar as Jack dragged it along.
Jack shifted under the mountain of Camille's pink polka-dot luggage. Each step was a labor, but, despite the growing ache in his lower back, he was excited. He'd spent six months and tens of thousands of dollars preparing for this moment. Now, finally, all the pieces were in place.
It was time to win her back.
Camille was out of his league, no question. She was a registered nurse; he worked at Pizza Hut. She modeled on the side; he wore mismatched clothes. She went out with friends on weeknights; he was so bad at first impressions, he was trying to win his ex back instead of risking another awkward Tinder date. Her eyes twinkled as she gazed up at the impressive aircraft.
"This is getting crazy, Jack. Did you charter a private jet?"
"Something like that," he teased.
They made their way past the sleek, sleeping luxury jets, past the business jets and the private planes into the section of the hangar reserved for charter craft. Big impressive planes gave way to modest, personal craft, losing windows and wingspan. He dropped her bags in front of a tiny, propellered Cessna and beamed proudly.
"Madam, may I present: your chariot."
Camille's face dropped. "This old thing? It looks like it can hardly fly!"
Jack's heart sank. True, this was the cheapest plane available, but that didn't mean renting it was, well. . . cheap.
"What, did you think I won the lottery?"
"Maybe. I hoped--" Camille huffed and furrowed her brow. "This isn't what I had in mind when you offered me a free flight to Aspen. And besides, who's going to fly it?"
Jack grinned. Time for the big reveal.
"I am."
"You!? Just because you waste your life away on those flight simulators doesn't mean you know how to fly a plane!"
"I've been busy since we broke up. I thought a lot about what you said during that last fight, and decided you were right. I quit the sims cold turkey." He reached into his pocket and lifted up a set of keys. "As of last week, I'm officially a licensed pilot."
Camille crossed her arms. "Ugh. I knew this was some elaborate plot to try to get back together with me."
"It's not a plot! I just thought if we spent some time together, and you saw what I've been up to. . ."
"Unbelievable!" Camille cried, shaking her head. "Look, this is really sweet, Jack, don't get me wrong. It's just. . . I have an ear infection. I can't fly in an unpressurized cabin right now, I'd die!"
"You have an ear infection? Oh, sorry, I didn't realize. . ."
"It's fine, Jack. I'll let you make it up to me." She pulled out her phone and tapped away. "There's a Delta flight leaving in an hour. Buy me a ticket, and-- when I get back-- I'll consider going on a date with you."
With that, she snatched her roller bag, turned, and stormed back toward the terminal. Jack groaned, buried his head in his hands, and chastised himself. Stupid! Of course she wouldn't want to take a bush plane over the rockies with an inexperienced pilot. But, as the rumbling of her roller grew distant, his mood started to turn around. After all, She had offered a date. All he had to do was buy her a plane ticket. Maybe this wasn't such a failure after all.
A bizarre, harmonic humming sound echoed through the hangar. Jack's head jerked up, but the sound was gone as quick as it had come. That's when he noticed Camille's overstuffed ski-bag sitting at his feet.
"Camille! You forgot your skis!"
Silence. He couldn't even hear the roar of her roller bag. He squinted down the line of planes, but she was nowhere to be found. There was no way she'd made it out of the hanger that fast.
"Camille?"
Jack jogged toward the terminal, glancing around the aircraft. There was no sign of Camille or anyone. He was alone.
Suddenly, the hum returned, this time it was right behind him. He spun around to see a golden filament suspended in the air. As he watched, it widened, opening up like a hole in space itself. The hum intensified and then, with a loud snap and a brilliant flash of light, ended. He blinked his eyes rapidly as the spots faded from his vision. There, on the ground was dark, shiny sphere.
The sphere shook and unfolded itself like a pill bug insectoid legs clicking against the concrete. The creature that emerged looked like a cat-sized termite. It stood on long spindly legs and dragged a bloated, pale grub-like body on the ground behind it. Jack didn't know animals, but he knew bugs didn't grow that big.
He gasped, and the creature turned sharply toward the sound, then lunged for him. Jack dodged, and only his exceptional reflexes, honed by years of video games, saved him from getting a face-full of alien bug. The creature sailed past his head, one of its legs brushing against his cheek.
Jack dropped the ski bag and ran as fast as he could, heading anywhere as long as it was away from that horrible bug. The skitter scatter of his pursuer followed close behind, growing louder as it gained on him. He ducked between two planes and glanced backwards in time to see the alien's legs scraping on the concrete as it turned to follow.
His foot hit something and he tumbled to the ground. It was Camille's roller bag, abandoned. The creature vaulted off the luggage and sailed toward him, crashing into his chest. He tried to fend it off, but it held tight with its pointed legs and crawled around his torso, onto his back.
He'd seen enough Alien movies not to know where this was going. He clasped a defensive hand over his mouth as he flailed at the creature. But instead of hugging onto his face like he expected, it veered south. It clamped its iron-grip legs around his hips, and used its razor mandibles to tear through his jeans like they were tissue paper.
Jack flailed and screamed and tried with all his might to pry the thing off of his behind, but it was no use. Once his pants were out of the way, The creature curled its pliant, pearlescent abdomen up against his exposed flesh. Its slimy tip slid up and down his butt crack, searching, and finally, it caught against his asshole and pressed in. He clenched his anus like his life depended on it. For a brief moment, it worked, but soon his sphincter muscles tired, faltered, and the slick, insistent length penetrated him.
He gasped and froze as the monster pressed its organ deeper and deeper into his bowels. Hot jets of fluid splashed against his insides, and soon the painful stretching was replaced by a cold, numb, full feeling in his colon.
He moved to pry the creature away, but a wave of tingling weakness washed over him. He collapsed, helpless. All he could do was lay still and endure the creature's violation of his anus. The last thing he experienced before he lost consciousness was the familiar sound of a otherworldly hum and a flash of golden light. ________________
========================================================= Star Sex: Catalyst Episode One - Pilot
Written and Directed by Xerox2 =========================================================
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Jack's eyes opened sluggishly. There was a bright light in front of him. Above him? He was laying down. An unfamiliar woman leaned over him.
"Ah, you're awake. Don't move too quickly. You've been through a lot," she cooed in a breathy, seductive voice.
His eyes adjusted to the light, but what he saw confused him. The woman looked like something out of a teenager's wet dream. She wore a medical uniform that seemed more appropriate for a sexy stripper than a medical professional, with a low-cut top that strained to contain her massive breasts. Her olive skin, from her ample cleavage to her tweezed eyebrows, was air-brush blemishless. Her puffy crimson-painted lips pouted with concern.
Jack's head pounded as strained to remember why he was waking up on the set of a high-budget porno.
"There was a monster. . ." he groaned, trying to sit up.
The woman placed a manicured hand on his chest. "Relax, no monsters here. Allow me."
The back of the bed rose with an electric whirr until he was in a sitting position. The room was clean and well-lit, but filled with all sorts of unfamiliar futuristic equipment. Sleek displays and unusual, sterile-looking equipment were arranged purposefully in the center of the circular room. The walls curved elegantly around a series of beds like the one he was laying in, forming a semi-private nook for each one. Nobody else was around, just him and the woman.
"There's something you need to know, Jack," she said, looking him in the eyes. "You've been involved in an incident."
"A-- an accident?"
Jack clenched his eyes and opened them. He felt normal, save a powerful throbbing coming from between his legs. A blanket covered him from the neck down. He checked for the bulge of an embarrassing erection, but there was none. Instead, he saw a large lump under the blanket between his legs. It was as big as his thigh, stretching from his crotch to his knees. At first he thought it was some part of the bed, but then he shifted, and it twitched.
"Now, try to stay calm."
He ventured a shaky, exploratory touch beneath the covers, and what he felt confused him. The object was warm and smooth, and it pulsed and churned like it was alive. Stranger still, he could feel the touch of his fingers against it. It was a part of him. His balls? He pictured his scrotum all swollen and distended, filled with some horrible parasite, and ice ran through his veins.
He threw the blanket away. There, resting between his thighs, was a pale, segmented, grub-like abdomen.
"Ahhh!" he screamed, "it's the monster!"
He leapt out of bed, but the alien sack followed him, sending him off-balance and tumbling toward the floor. The sexy doctor caught him and held fast with a surprisingly firm grip. She planted a quick kiss on his cheek, and he immediately felt his panic fade. He could feel his heart beat pounding in the organ that now hung between his legs as it slowed and returned to a normal pace.
