Just a friendly note from the author here. This story serves as the end of the two series tale that began with The Pleasure of being Emily. If you're looking to get off to the fun that goes on in some of the other stories, I recommend you, you know, read them first, or, if you've read them before, again. This is more of a clincher, tying loose ends and properly solidifying the story. So, read this when you've done what you came to do. Otherwise, read on, and thanks for reading! ;)
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Emily, Courtney and Peter drove in silence out into the afternoon sun. Having searched for and apparently lost Cara, they decided that, given their decision, she would not be a problem. Cara was a loose spirit, a Scottish fireball. Cara was off to seek a world she could dominate with her new powers, or to find somewhere she could hide and fit in normally. Either way, the new race that would sweet the planet would eventually find her.
It took them forty minutes to cross town in peak hour from the small and friendly neighborhood Emily and her beloved girlfriend Courtney had grown up in. Leaving behind their home of years, their jobs, the hospital where this had all started, the hospital from which Peter had come. As they drove in silence, each person seemed to inwardly reflect on their lives, much like a slow version of the flashbacks it is said that people get before death.
The hugeness of their decision weighed on them as they moved through the bustling city. All around them, people would watch them - people who belonged to a powerful woman who was currently dormant on the seat beside Peter in the back - stopped and stared. They were instructed to attack and subdue the three in the car, seduce them and control them. Yet somehow they did not. As though they knew what was happening.
As they drove into the sun, leaving the hustle and bustle of the city behind as they hit the urban sprawl of the outer city, they neared the building which housed the epicentre of the imminent demise of the human race as it was, ans the imminent calling of the improved species. A species that would look after the planet that nourished it, a species that would thrive off intelligence, strength and emotion. Where being true to yourself was a joy and an accepted thing, where sex is not shunned and where natural beauty is the best. The new race would retain Humanity's triumphs and victories and improve on it's flaws and failures.
The three drove on, ignoring the electric buzz in their bodies as the sheer sexual aura and will of the great Mother drew stronger and stronger.
Cara ran her busty naked body hard until she was far away. Having climbed the fence when she heard the newcomer entering, feeling overwhelmingly used and forgotten as her new core feelings overflowed into her inexperienced mind, she had succumbed to primal instinct and fled. Leaving town she continued to move until she could no more. Far from civilization, she had pushed her superhuman body to it's limits. Standing in the middle of a deserted road, dreary and tired, sweat dripping from her, she collapsed to the asphalt, her naked body landing roughly like a marionette who's strings were suddenly cut. Her flesh pressed into the hard ground as she fell into a deep and troublesome sleep. She dreamt all that her body could imagine, both good and bad. Scenes of sex, sadness, innocent joy and evil torture, of immense stress and refreshing clarity. Her mind struggled to cope with her new additions.
As she twitched on the road, a passing driver saw her unclothed rear and swerved to the side. Stopping and running to her, he knelt, turning the incredibly beautiful fire-headed Scotts over to take in her full, busty bosom and soft silent lips. As he ran his hand over her, feeling all he could to, er, check for injuries, he already knew that he would simply have to take her home.
He couldn't leave her out here in the road, naked and alone.
That wouldn't be gentlemanly, now, would it?
Ned hoisted her up and heaved the incredibly sexy form before him, grinning to himself as her soft sweet skin soothed his rough farmer's hands and her breasts fell into his face. He nestled into her as he carried the goddess of a girl back to his car.
Mumbling to himself, he tucked her onto the back seat, strapping seat belts around her body and not at all minding when he had to grasp her butt and hoist Cara's limp crotch into his face to slide the seat belt home. With a gentle sniff at her, he smiled again and shut the door. Returning to the driver's seat, he took a long look at the unconscious female on his back seat, smiled, shook his head, signed a thank you prayer to the skies and started up the engine.
Emily and Courtney finished the kiss, staying together for a moment and simply being together, knowing full well that it might well be the last kiss the two of them would share. As Peter extracted the wrist-band and choker clad woman from the back, her purple lined skin glowing gently like a creature from Star Trek, the four of them turned and made for the house. Emily and Courtney held hands all the way. As the waves of sexual aura washed over them, they opened the unlocked door and entered. Inside the front bedroom, spread upon the bed like a great resting beast lie the Mother. A huge woman, with an even larger stomach, rested upon the sheets. In all her birthing glory she was still beautiful, mesmerisingly so. The four of them looked upon the great queen and the mess of people sprawled around the feet of the bed. Men and women, young and old, all were entrapped in their worlds of bliss and joy, their genitalia and in some cases more of their body encased in the pulsing purple telepathically connected flesh that ran down from her to them.
Without exchanging any words, Peter lay the dreaming demi-mother, spawn of the very creature before them, on the floor. Four slithering beating tendrils snaked from the bed, running like snakes over the legs and arms and bodies below the bed and coming to a rest before the standing group. With a glance at the girls, Peter crouched, took one in his hand, and gently held it to the unconscious girl. It reached out and suckered into her. Immediately she was filled, her pussy enveloped in it. She relaxed and her breathing slowed as she was assimilated with ease into the being. A ripple seemed to pass through the mass.
Emily turned to Peter. She wanted to say something, some fitting tribute to the man who had tried to hard and served so valiantly. All she could think was how she would miss him.
With tears forming, she hugged him, feeling for the last time his toned chest on hers, his large member pressing softly into her crotch, his supporting arms around her. As she sniffed, she turned back. Courtney stepped over and they embraced too. When they were done, he sat down against the wall of the bedroom, picked up a wet tube, and held it close. His meat rose high and proud and with a soft sound it attached itself to him, sliding over his mass and quickly enveloping it. With a contented sigh Peter relaxed against the wall and the tube began to pulse gently, thickening as the bond between them solidified.
Emily and Courtney held each other. They couldn't let go. Fear and tears racked poor Courtney, and Emily cried with her. Reminding each other that this was the right option, the two sat together, side by side with Peter next to them. They snuggled close, holding hands tightly. The two girls pressed their shoulders together as they reached down, picked up a tube, and slowly brought it closer. With one final kiss, as one, the lovers closed their eyes and brought the members to them. With gentle sucking sounds it immediately found them, sliding, shooting, running into them like water into a cup, filling every single crack and fold, every single open spot. The girls' groins were enveloped and like that they were gone. No resistance, no awareness. Their last memory as the human hybrids they used to be was that of their kiss.
Deep inside the Mother, an addition was made. Intelligence. Something important. Rebellion. Yes. A link to themselves. Something to tell the new species to stay true to themselves. An emotion to create self pride, to promote holding onto what is sacred. The hybrids had come, and they had delivered the final piece of the puzzle. In earnest she began to go into overdrive, creating more and more cells. She would have as many of these perfected children as she could before she died.
The species that had enabled all this was not an uncaring species. Nor was it lacking empathy. From the world the Cadothe come from, all is one. The entire world is a great living mass of connected individuality, where being an individual was simply a collection of thoughts that were unique. When space travel began, it was not with ships or time machines. The species was never held back from leaving the mass world. They simply never wanted to. Then, one day, one who did not wish to be heard by everyone, a jealous, zealous little one, simply left. He detached from the rest and floated off into space. Time alone passed. He missed home. He grew sad, then regretful, and finally, reproached, hiding his feelings away. In many ways, he became more human.
And then, one day, he careered into an atmosphere. Minding his own business he was suddenly part of gravity again. He rocketed into the mass of the place, his outside solidified by the heat of re-entry. His hardened crust slammed into the planet, sending out a shock wave that razed much of the surface of the world to the ground. Much of his being died, torn and burned from him. He suffered, pain so bad and loneliness on a hard and empty world that he shut down, hid himself away until he felt better. Millenia passed and the world changed around him. When he woke, the world was green, lush. Some kind of life grew. He sensed tiny beings inside the green objects and realized that his mass had scorched the planet, and, over the years his life force had seeped out and fueled the rock to reform, to regrow. Now, what would be called plants grew, and creatures that walked on two limbs and used two more to do things roamed. Crude weapons were formed, and they began to learn. Before long, he began to reach out to them, one tiny branch at a time. It took a long time to find one, but growing into what the locals called a "tree" he had managed to hijack the fruit.
