The Invasion of Alpha Sigma Sigma Pt1 [?FFFFFF][sci-fi, futa, preg, tentacle, oral, anal, “drugs”, Fdom, Fsub, nc]

###A story of love, alien invasions, and kinky futa sex. Okay, not much love. Mild body horror involved, but more transformation/impregnation and less chest bursting. I generally dislike gore/blood, this is all for fun. May or may not post updates as the wind decides. I welcome comments.

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It was cold. So very, very cold. Lost in an eternity of frozen purgatory, it seemed.

Time had little meaning in the endless void. So it slept. It dreamed. Nothing so articulate that a sentient mind would recognize, but it knew what would cause it to grow and flourish, or to whither and die. It did not want to die, so it dreamt pleasant dreams:

A distant glowing sphere far overhead, radiating live-giving warmth. Mist-shrouded valleys hewn from the earth, ringed by towering cliffs and vibrant waterfalls. Dark, verdant foliage in which to make its home, camouflage to conceal itself before striking out to feed. To propagate. It had no knowledge of how it came to be lost amongst the stars, but it knew that it must be a very, very long way from home.

It dreamed.

Eventually, one day, it slowly came to be aware of a pulling sensation. *Down* became the orientation, and it felt itself begin to rotate rapidly as gravity assumed control. Pressure began to buffer its core, and the icy cold was replaced by an almost unbearable heat. It contracted its viridian skin on instinct into a hardened sphere, protecting its most important elements; The reddish, faintly glowing nerve core from which its limited intelligence arose, and the gooey pink mass of proto-cells that would ensure its continued genetic survival.

As it plummeted though the atmosphere, the outer shell began to crumble and fall away in blackened chunks. it had slowed considerably, enough so that the friction would no longer burn it to ash, but it was still falling far too fast. Some rudimentary part of its intelligence recognized that it would not survive an impact at such speed.

Its viridian skin rippled, expanding into a flattened disc. The disc began to spin as it passed through a cloud bank. Tasting water for the first time in an eon, it shuddered in something approaching pleasure, and thin translucent fronds began to expand outward, spreading twice the length of its body. This slowed the fall considerably, and it found that, with some effort, it was able to control the general direction of its descent.

The fronds quivered, sensing more water. Water was much softer than rock. It swung over the unusually flat landscape until it found the source of this water, directly below. When it was satisfied of its alignment, it pulled in its fronds, and fell.

*+ploop+*

The greatest discovery in the history of the planet – the thing that many an astronomer would give their left testicle to discover, as well as the greatest threat to the *+snicker+* “dominant” species on this little mud ball – made a very undignified sound as it dropped into the decorative fountain on the outskirts of Central State U.

This time it did shudder, drawing in much needed water, filling its core with liquid. The disc bulged and expanded, the color of the pale pink sac at its core deepening as the proto-cells woke from their long slumber. It gorged itself on water, but was curious to find that no creatures and very little algae grew here. Instead, a faintly chemical taste to the water seemed to dissuade such life to flourish, and would surely do long-term damage if it remained.

Reluctantly, it sought shelter. The lip of the fountain was tall, but it found that by extending a protuberance that it could grasp onto the ledge. A second, then a third tentacle emerged from its rotund body, and it rolled over the ledge and onto the cobblestones with a sloshy plop. This planet’s sun had set several hours before, giving it the cover of darkness, which was good. But the open air around the fountain was far too exposed in such a fragile state. It needed to find a dark place, cool, with ready access to both water and biomass.

As it rolled across the unnaturally flat stone surface, it tasted the dirt between the stones, sampling the delicacies of pollen from dozens of flowering species. These samples were analyzed and broken down as it rolled, their genetic markers examined for millions of years of desirable evolutionary traits. Anything that could be used was cultivated; anything that could not was left in a thin dusty trail in its wake.

It rolled past a row of unique but ultimately boring bushes until it found a large, vertical edifice and bumped against an invisible barrier. Confused, it pressed itself against this force-field. But it would not budge, even though it could sense a hollowness within. So it continued onward, undeterred. It found many such barriers, until finally it discovered one that had a small crack at its base.

It took several long minutes to squeeze through this tiny crack. The three tentacles were easy, but it took great care to work its central nerve cluster past the sharp edges. Eventually it made it through, and found itself on a tiny ledge overlooking a large, cluttered, and deliciously dark basement set mostly beneath the ground.

The spider on the ledge was an excellent addition to its genetic makeup. Mobile, agile, more cunning than anything it had yet found. Its tiny tentacles lashed out faster than its prey could react, and as the arachnid was slowly digested in a soup of enzymes, its form began to grow and change. Its viridian core began to swell until it became the size of … **+Searching genetic database, subsection: pollen+** … a cantaloupe. Soon it became too large for the ledge and fell to the floor, causing a puff of dust as it landed in a messy *plorp*.

The bright, ruby red nerve clusters began to swell and reform into a trio of segmented spheres. Four claw-like protuberances erupted from its ventral cavity, hardening until they resembled grasping fangs. These clacked together experimentally, eager to feed on the larger prey that it had sensed. Along its dorsal ridge, eight nubs began to erupt, slowly extending until they had formed into meter-long appendages that arced down to the floor. It hauled itself to its feet, separating from the cool concrete with a sticky *plop*. After a moment of carefully extending its legs to test its balance, it scuttled off into the darkness.

In an hour it had hunted and devoured all biomass in the basement. Rats and other small insects, nothing so interesting at the spider, but diversity was key in its weakened state. Once its den was secure, the real work began. It chose its nest carefully, finding the dampest part of the basement, and nestled into a dark corner. It began to vibrate, humming to itself. From the bulging pinkish sack beneath its central nerve cluster, a single proto-cell emerged, oozing to the ground on a string of pale liquid.

This proto-cell, imbued with a catalogue of DNA, seeped into a crack in the stone and took root.

It hummed quietly, crooning to its offspring, and decided, now that there were MORE of it, that it would need some sort of designation to separate itself from the other.

One. It decided on One.

By the second hour its offspring had burrowed its way down into the deepest crack in the floor. it followed a minute trail of water; too small to be a threat to the stability of the structure, but just enough to taste. A leak in a metal construct had weakened the tube just enough that moisture was seeping into the surrounding stone. The seed wound a tendril into the metal tube and began to grow, drawing nutrients from the water and surrounding soil. These began to grow and sprout, drawing nutrients deep from the earth.

By the third hour, flowering plants had begun to spread throughout the basement, erupting from cracks in the building’s foundation, perched on top of musty piles books, hanging from ghostly light fixtures.

By the fourth hour a low hum had fallen over the basement, emanating a sense of calm. It would not do to scare away potential prey.

By the fifth hour the atmosphere had become dense, choked with a dewy mist as the newly grown forest began to terraform its new home into something more suitable for propagation. Oxygen levels began to dip as CO2 doubled, then tripled, then doubled again.

By the sixth hour, the creature felt that it was ready to fulfill its primary instinct. It scuttled to an elevated position to better survey its new domain.

And so it rested; Hungry, yet infinitely patient. Like the spider. Waiting.

***

Jaime North slapped her nail-bitten hand against the flickering flashlight, urging its dim beam to brighten. As the sorority’s RA, she was responsible for reporting and, if possible, fixing any minor mechanical problems with the building. When not one but four separate girls came banging on her door in the last hour to complain about low water pressure from the showers, she knew she had to discover the source, because if she didn’t then Kelsey in 204 would knock down her door and tell Jaime that she just HAD to clean her hair because she had a super important date tonight and if she wasn’t ready by 6p.m. then everything would be RUINED.

It was barely past 5:30a.m., on a *Saturday*.

“I need a new job,” Jaime muttered to herself as she carefully picked her way down the steps. She adjusted her glasses, wishing she had cleaned them before stepping out of her room.

She wasn’t dressed for this. She’d barely had time to throw on a pair of sweats before she was chased out of her own room by the unclean hordes. Her slight breasts swung free beneath the AΣΣ sweatshirt, but seeing as this was a female-only building, it shouldn’t be a problem. Plenty of other girls wore skimpier attire around the common areas. She paused at the first landing, putting the flashlight between her teeth as she reached back and used the hairband on her wrist to draw her frizzy dirty-blonde hair into a loose ponytail.

She hiked up the loose band on her sweatpants and continued downward. As she rounded the landing, the beam of light came to rest on a veritable jungle of ferns and flowers.

“Are you kidding me?” she muttered, slashing at the shadows with her flashlight. “Who the hell started a pot farm in the basement? *RACH-EL!*”

That damn hippie was going to get her sooo fired. Or worse, expelled. Her flashlight swung in wide arcs, her eyes going wide as she took in the miniature forest in front of her. As she descended and found the floor, her foot pierced a thin veil of mist covering the bare concrete. Her breathing was becoming ragged, and it took her a moment to recognize that it wasn’t from her anger. Had there been a gas leak? Was that why she was short of breath?

She raised her sweatshirt and pressed it to her nose, but found that it did little to help. The room didn’t smell like kerosene, only the fetid, floral stench of a forest after a rainstorm. Even so, she was starting to become light-headed.

She swung her light towards where the circuit breaker would be, but she couldn’t make it out amongst a tangle of reedy fronds.

“So which friggin genius tried to tap the water main?” she muttered, pushing aside a large leaf that seemed to shiver beneath her touch. She drew her hand back, surprised, but it fell back and bobbed gently in the darkness. She shook her head and pushed her glasses up, convinced that she had imagined it, and pushed the leaf aside again. This time it didn’t respond. Beyond it she found the circuit breaker, but found that nothing had been tripped in the middle of the night. This was beyond her limited technical knowledge.

Frustrated, she turned to swing her wan light across the basement, but froze in her tracks as a crooning sound echoed from the depths of the jungle, sounding like the mating song of some prehistoric creature. The fronds around her began to shift gently in an invisible wind.

*Turn the heebie-jeebies up to 11…*

She turned to go, eager to call the central campus office to have someone send a maintenance man. Hopfully Tyler. He was kinda cute, with a nice ass. But knowing her luck they’d just send that fat slob Winston again, who’d perv out at all the girls…

Something wet dripped onto her shoulder. She swiped at it with her free hand, then held her hand up to the light. A thin green mucus covered her fingers, running slowly down her digits.

She looked up, her eyes going wide. She barely had enough time to let out a scream as something dropped from the ceiling and onto her upturned face.

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