Part 2 - Help Wanted
On the plane Shana was supposed to be on, an old fashioned man sporting a gold pocket watch sat right at the back. He lowered his newspaper to check his watch, flipping the clasp to reveal an infinitesimally intricate working. As he did so a dashing red head with incredibly perky titties strolled out, an impressive ass waving behind her. Not fat, she possessed the incredible Scottish power of stunningly curvaceous features with little effort. Fit and healthy, short and with a cute and down to earth face, Cara was a beautiful 24 year old the Creator would enjoy sucking and draining the pleasure from. As the bringer of the new age, and an agent to the womb of a new species, he would bring her to Her, and he would not stop until she was theirs.
As she passed him he caught her arm and quietly bur forcefully asked if she could show him the toilets. Holding her tightly, he whispered something about "air sickness" which settled her slightly on edge nerves from the rather rough grasp. He held her all the way to the cubicle until he was inside. Then, he yanked her in with a sudden and incredible might and slid the door shut. Silencing her with his hand placed in her mouth, he began to slip his hand up her skirt and into her pants with almost no effort. She tried to cry but he held her jaw tighter. Sliding into her he began to saw in and out of the well built Scottish puss and the beginnings of essence transferred from his fingers into her. Somewhere in the back of Cara's mind she wished her past boyfriends had been as skilled, and as eager, to finger her as this guy.
She struggled, resisting the surprisingly incredible finger fuck and how aroused the feeling - and their location - was making her. Despite the knowledge this shouldn't be right, she began to accept her situation, rocking on the fingers as her tongue massaged the fingers in her mouth. She relaxed, letting him bear his weight on her less and in doing so find a much better purchase on her pussy. He slid deep into her and essence flew from his slick fingers, seeping into her. The fingers began to change, molding and shifting as they slowly filled her pussy. As they closed their eyes, becoming one, with a burning fire in her crotch that made her legs weak, she summoned strength and despite all her desires she rammed her knee hard into his exposed crotch.
He froze for a moment. Not in pain, but in sheer surprise. It was enough. She slammed him onto the toilet and straddled him.
'The ol' she-likes-it-but-actually-doesn't trick. Aye, fuckin' classic.' She said in her Scotts tones. Turning on the hot tap next to her, as a man sized hatch opened below them she got off him and hauled him up.
'Bye, you creepy fucking grandpa. You've sawed your last Scotts pussy today. I'll see you at fuckin' quarantine.' She said, and dropped him into the hatch below.
Unfortunately, she wasn't quite prepared for him to grasp her hips and bodily haul her down too. Her leg buckled and her head roughly hit the lip of the hatch as they fell, collapsing onto each other. Slamming into him in the cargo bay below, her massive boobs squashing the air from his lungs and saving the air in hers, she jumped up. Holding her breath tight, she faced him, her head throbbing. He was freely breathing. That was odd. The cargo bay was only semi-pressurized - un-breathable but not crushing. Enough to knock a man out, but not necessarily kill him.
He came at her and she square kicked him in the jaw with athletic precision. Barely hurt he turned back to her and advanced almost immediately. Now off balance, she fell to his push and he was on top of her. Victorious, as her breath ran out, he applied pressure to her and she was forced to let it out. Dizzy, and unable to breathe, he tore her clothes roughly from her and released his own member which stood rock hard between them. As he ripped her pants from her crotch, her dizzy aching head was too muddled to fight him. Barely conscious she saw and felt him penetrate her and a world of mist and clouds began to fog her mind and she knew it was all over. Arousal shot through her and hands that were not his cupped her magnificent tits as erogenous zones he was not touching were stimulated.
He pumped her full of Their essence. Purple cum filled her, spilling from her pussy and running still long after he removed himself and stood watching the unconscious Scott. As he turned towards the hatch, she began to transform, ripple. Her mass changed, cracks shining purple light forming and closing on her skin. She began to mold, reform into one of Their kind.
Then, they stopped. Cracks closed and her form returned to the busty fire headed Scott, albeit with a few differences. Now unsure, he stepped a few paces back to her from the direction of the hatch.
She shot her foot out and slammed with super human strength into his chest. Things audibly cracked. He fell and she stood, her huge tits somehow even more vivacious and busty than before. Seeing no need for her clothes which were torn and useless anyway she shrugged them off and sucked in the air she should not be able to breathe, smelling her arousal flowing from her crotch. Tensing and relaxing her new muscles, she strode to him, took a deep breath and slammed her hand into his wounded chest. He choked, spluttering. It was by instinct if anything more than intent that she did this, but as she did so the ghostly hands, stronger and more real than ever, covered her and she felt herself absorbing him, becoming his very being.
Then his form seemed to ripple, sucked from him and into her arm. He was absorbed bodily into her and she stood like Agent Smith in that movie trilogy.
'No fucker tries to fuck with Cara McFee and get the fuck away with it!' She said, sucking in the toxic air and puffing her chest out.
She had no idea what in giant titties had happened, but all she knew was that she needed to be up stairs serving little steaming cups of coffee to the passengers. She'd have time to work it out later. Clicking her fingers, she remembered the spare uniform cabinet in the back of the cargo hold.
Emily arrived home just after Courtney did. The two embraced the moment they were together. Neither needed verbal explanation.
As they entered the house they saw Peter hanging a painting up with a curious white stain on the front. Emily gave it a tentative sniff and knew it immediately. Looking at Courtney who giggled in that oh-so-damn-cute way Emily loved, the pair laughed at Peter's cum-stained art work, art being his latest craze in the effort to find what he really loved. Obviously he had felt it too, just had been naked and working on this rather accurate study of Rembrandt at the time.
As the girls stripped to their bare selves both sensitively peeled off completely soaked through panties. Courtney drew off her shorts, amazed at how powerfully she had come. Emily took one look at the pink lace that practically dripped and knew they'd never be fit for public use again. As the girls felt their tender labia, an unspoken thought passed between them.
Peter took the moment to speak up.
'Mistress. I have been thinking.'
'Go on?' Emily said, turning to him curiously as she massaged her groin and dipped a finger in for, well, reasons. Something about the cook tasting their own meal.
'We are all connected, no?' He said in his well clipped accent. 'Mentally. If I experience extreme pleasure, do you not experience at least a portion of it too?' He said, touching his dick as the girls felt a tiny prick on their clits as an example. Peter was a very practical and not overly human thinker.
'Correct, yes. So you think another hybrid out there experienced some incredible pleasure, so intense that it overwhelmed us all and caused severe orgasms?'
'More or less. I have been thinking about it non-stop for the past two hours. I believe to experience an orgasm as powerful as yours requires someone to experience a beyond human - or hybrid - sensation.'
'So someone was converted?'
'I believe so. Misstress Emily. You were intended to be used as a birthplace for an evolutionarily all powerful race? A hybrid between ours and the being that we are now a part of?'
'Yes, originally...' Emily said, thinking back to the huge otherworldly creature which had brought her so much pleasure, only to be defeated in an ultimate sex-crazy battle of orgasms.
'I believe they have found someone. The arousal and brute force required to completely suppress her mind, totally bend her entire will, would have been so massive that when she came she would have exploded so much that we felt the minor repercussions as powerfully as we did.'
'Great thinking. I agree, it feels right to me. But what do we do? If the Cadothe have found a birther, what does that mean for Earth?' Emily asked. If the simple creation of a Mother was this strong, what hope had they for the spawn of beings they would almost surely face?
'I don't know.' Courtney said. 'But I do know one thing. A flight just landed at Ledgeling, and I have a tingle in my mingle that tells me there's someone we need to talk to on it.' Emily nodded, agreeing, as Peter concurred.
Around her bed sat six women, small purple tubes snaking from their bodies and into the great woman upon the sheets. Her stomach had swelled to great size, and yet, incredibly, she was still beautiful. The girls around the bed, all sat knees up in various totally relaxed poses, occasionally twitching as they dreamed sexual desires and fantasies that fed their emotion into the Creator. Orgasms so powerful they racked the powerless women shot directly into her, and her glowing body pulsed as the flawless perfection of two half perfect species was discovered in accelerated cellular exploration.
Two women entered the room, two unendingly beautiful females. Their features matched that of human females, but from their impossibly bright purple eyes, flowing glowing purlpe hair, and, most unusual, both possessed both male and female genitalia. Their members hard, in total sync they stood tall and with one forefinger stroked their lady lips in one direct motion, bottom to top. Then, still in seamless sync, they plunged the finger knuckle deep into themselves and instantly closed their eyes.
A few moments later they removed the fingers, silently sucked the juices from the fingers, then repeated the stroke, top to bottom, bottom to top. Then they strode from the house.
