###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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The being known as One was a quick learner. It helped when you could directly interface with a specimen’s brain. She – for of course One knew now that she was a she, as she carried her brood within her – had ambushed the first specimen that had blundered into One’s lair. She had landed on her captive’s face, tasting its unique genetic signature. In an instant she knew precisely how to disable it, and thrust her malleable appendages up the creature’s nostrils and open mouth, down into its lungs. The specimen fought back, beating at One’s jelly-like carapace with its metal rod, peeling at her flesh with its flexible digits, but finally oxygen deprivation caused it to lose consciousness.
One withdrew the tentacles she had thrust down the creature’s trachea. It had such wonderful genetic diversity; it wouldn’t do to kill the poor thing before she’d had a chance to examine it. The tentacles buried in its nose, however, began to change. A ruby-red wire of nerve tissue shot along its length, and the very tip began to sharpen into a small grasping pincer. This latched onto the back of the specimen’s nasal cavity, cutting a razor thin incision into the tissue and inserting a pair of questing tendrils. These burrowed deep, slowly pushing aside flesh and bone until it found the delicate grey matter cocooned within the creature’s skull. The nerve endings connected, and an electric jolt spread through One’s system, causing it to shutter in pleasure.
In an instant, all of the specimen’s knowledge became open to One. Everything it knew, everything it had ever known and forgotten, was available for her perusal. Wondrous new sights and sounds and emotions were laid out for One to explore.
But most of all, One began to learn. She drank deep from the fountain of knowledge within this specimen’s tiny brain. Words and definitions began to pour into One’s mind, flooding the empty spaces that she hadn’t even known existed until they were filled.
Ah, so then this was a female of the species. The specimen appeared to have the potential to be an excellent breeder. Bidpedal locomotion and binocular vision, giving it an excellent field of view to spot both predator and prey. Above average endurance, acceptable reflexes … Limited intelligence, which was a shame, but still far and above the simple creatures that One had encountered thus far. Certainly this was the dominant life form on the planet. Or perhaps merely one of the dominant life form’s pets?
One began running tendrils across the lower lobes of the brain, finding less fine motor control and more of the specimen’s subconscious. Pain receptors. Nerve clusters. Lower still. Hormone regulation. Yes, this is what One was looking for. She pressed and prodded gently, noting which synapses triggered adrenaline, dopamine, endorphins. Everything that would be required to bring a brood to full maturity.
Examining her brain took half of this creature’s hours. Whenever the female neared consciousness, One soothed her synapses back to restfulness with a gentle humming croon.
One settled comfortably into position on the specimen’s forehead, leaving a long tendril latched onto the specimen’s brain-stem through her nostrils, mindful of any misfiring nerves. It slithered a questing tentacle downward between the gentle curves of the specimen’s small breasts *(those can be fixed…)*, across its flat navel *(such wasted potential…)*, and down between its legs.
There it found the first interruption to its progress. The specimen was covered in cotton and plastic fibers. The outer layer was pliable and easily moved aside, but the inner layer was tight against her skin and kept her core hidden. *Clothes … for warmth and … camouflage? … no … modesty? A strange concept…* Utilizing her link, One searched the specimen’s memories for a possible solution.
*Use fingers to remove … while standing. Difficult. Specimen is prostrate. Currently lack sufficient biomass to attempt maneuver. Continue examining memories. Pleasure. Boredom. Joy. Lust. Rage? Fear? Pain. A male of the species. A sharpened wedge of metal. Knife.*
One considered the problem and quickly arrived at a solution. She forced a complex soup of amino acids down two of her tentacles, engorging them with more biomass. The ends of these appendages began to lengthen and harden, sharpening into a pair of wicked scythes made of keratin.
One used her more pliable tentacles to peel back the specimen’s loose sweatpants, revealing its simple white undergarments. With two quick swipes of its new blades, it released the accursed hold that these “panties” had over its most sacred of places.
One drew the ruined garment back to her central core to better taste the delicious mix of proteins, draping it across her dorsal ridge like… like…
*A hat,* One thought, pleased to have learned more of this strange creature’s vernacular.
She extended a tentacle, probing at what she had learned was the entrance to this creature’s reproductive system. A soft patch of unkempt fur greeted her, tickling the appendage. Continuing on, she brushed across a hooded, hardened nub, which shot electric jolts of pleasure up the specimen’s brain-stem. A short canal, equally pleasurable but more diffuse. Wetness began to fill the space, aiding her questing appendage. A firm button at the end, a portal of sorts which would not open for her gentle, probing caress.
Nothing that she could find in the specimen’s mind could tell her how to bypass it. After a moment’s consideration, One began to transform yet another of her spare tendrils. This one began to lengthen to a fine point and – like the spider’s fangs – would be hollow, allowing her to inject … well, whatever needed injecting into the subject.
One carefully slid this tentacle alongside the other into the specimen’s damp hole, careful not to catch the needle-fine point on its fleshy walls. Aligning the needle, One pierced the edge of the button, and she released a small dose of muscle relaxant, modified from the spider’s venom and several different strands of pollen.
The button began to open, slowly. One withdrew its needle appendage, and let her questing tentacle continue on, spilling into the specimen’s womb.
Yes… *yes!* This was exactly what One was searching for. The specimen’s womb was fertile and ready for seed, the walls within rich with blood. The tip of its questing appendage split in two, pressing deeper into the specimen’s uterus. Soon one of them found a viable egg, and she felt herself quiver eagerly. The genetic sample was rich, and would supply ample stock for her brood.
But … this was only one such creature. While searching its memories, One had learned that many such creatures dwelt in the structure above them, all of them young and fertile.
One paused to consider the conundrum. She needed a host in which to lay her brood, but the others would surely come searching for their missing companion. Time was needed for the eggs to mature, but the creatures above could pose a threat if left to their own devices. However, if they could be coerced, or possibly detained…
One began to rifle through the specimen’s memories. She found that the group as a whole would have no pressing obligation to leave the building until these “classes” resumed in two rotation’s time, although many would choose to come and go as they saw fit. That might give One ample enough time to incapacitate or assume dominance over a sizable control group…
One decided that it was safer to release this specimen back into the wild, at least for a short time. She would be an excellent peon, but she needed some slight modifications first. One would have to work slow, so as not to arouse suspicion. In addition, she didn’t know the physical limitations of the specimen. It would be a waste to accidentally damage the specimen, and time consuming to capture another.
Now there was only one thing left: One needed something … something with which to safely transfer her genetic material into this new host.
**+Searching genetic database, subsection: Insect+**
*Ah-hah.*
One raised herself up, shuddering slightly with the effort of her new venture. A thick tentacle began to sprout from her underbelly between her ventral claws, engorging and becoming hollow, much like the needle-tipped tentacle. It grew until it was as long as the specimen’s upper appendage, at which point One lifted the loose lower garment and gently positioned herself at the entrance to her reproductive system. With one smooth thrust, One inserted her ovipositor between the specimen’s labia.
One convulsed gently, expelling a small cluster of pink proto-cells encased within a rough viridian shell. The egg traveled down the ovipositor and into the specimen’s stretched tunnel, becoming briefly stuck at the opening to the womb. One thrust gently against the specimen’s slit, expelling a small torrent of lubricating fluid while gently massaging of the cervix. Eventually it gave way with a small audible *pop*. Pale green fluid spilled past the specimen’s legs as One finished ejaculating the egg deep within her womb.
The hardened green shell began to ripple, pointed barbs extending from its surface as it sought to explore the confines of its new home. It began to hum gently as it tasted its host, the proto-cells glowing brightly with promise.
*Like a durian,* One found in the specimen’s brain. An excellent comparison, being a spiny fruit filled with seeds.
The gelatinous green orb began to swell until it pressed against the walls of the specimen’s uterus. The thin, bristly spines extended, tiny barbed hooks anchoring themselves in the tender flesh. Small tubules began to grow as the seed went about terraforming its womb as One had terraformed the basement. Some latched onto its inner walls, to better increase bloodflow. Others embedded themselves along its nerve clusters, ready to administer all manner of chemical mixtures. Still others stretched deep into its ovaries, stimulating them to release dozens of eggs at a time; the better to harvest her fertile genetic crop.
That done, One retracted all of her tentacles, save for the one embedded in the specimen’s brain. This she drew back until only a thin red nerve remained. With a small snip of separating flesh, One cleaved a small part of its core nerve and left it nuzzled against the upper nasal cavity, covered in a thin protective layer of green membrane. This would stay burrowed within her spinal column, to help provide the necessary incentive when the time came.
Her mind was pliable, and her body held great potential. This one known as Jaimenorth would be a fine start to her brood.
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Jaime swam back to consciousness, her head pounding. Her tongue felt swollen, her nose stuffed up, and she struggled to swallow, to work some moisture back into her mouth. She sat up and adjusted her glasses with a groan, squinting as the world spun around her. The faint light coming from the stairwell beckoned her forward. Had she tripped, hit her head? She couldn’t remember.
She crawled to her feet and stood on trembling legs. She managed to take a step, then a second, and paused, her hand going to her abdomen. It felt like someone had kicked her in the gut. Was her period starting? No, that was impossible. She’d just gotten off the rag less than a week ago.
She took another hesitant step, then paused again. Her thighs felt sticky. She reached past the loose band of her sweatpants, fearing the discovery of blood, but as her fingers brushed against the fuzz covering her labia a primal rush of heat flooded her loins. She moaned and urgently grabbed for the handrail as she nearly lost her balance. Liquid heat unlike anything she’d ever felt flooded her senses, and she thrust her hands between her legs as she fell to her knees, frantic to feed the fire as she fucked herself with her fingers.
Jaime thrust her digits inside of her desperately, her palm roughly grazing her throbbing clit. This wasn’t about want. It wasn’t about desire. She needed to be filled, needed to feel the weight of a man pressing her down and filling her fertile womb with his potent seed. She felt nothing but the absolute need to be bred, to watch her belly swell with a man’s child, to give birth, and then to do it all again and again. This wasn’t some sort of early-onset menopause baby fever, this was the goddamn inferno of a woman in her prime breeding years.
Her loose sweatpants fell around her knees as she braced herself in the stairwell, her bare ass open for all of the empty basement to see. Her fingers squelched as she burrowed deep and pressed hard against her clenched walls. She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, coating her hands and spraying the basement floor with a jet of her juices. The mists swirled near where she splattered the floor, several fronds seeming to dip towards the potent liquid. A low crooning sound echoed through the dark chamber, then silence.
Jaime rested her forehead against the cool concrete step as her knees trembled with the aftershocks. Rivulets ran down her thighs, soaking into her sweats. She’d managed to quench the fire within her, at least momentarily. She could feel her womb throbbing, her inner walls convulsing with the burning memory of her orgasm. What had come over her? She’d never wanted children before. She was a career woman, eager to earn her law degree. Children could come later, if she ever found the right guy. But for a single breathtaking moment she had wanted nothing more than to feel her belly 9 months distended and her breasts swollen with milk.
She inspected her dripping fingers in mild disgust. Then a warm, fuzzy feeling came over her and she licked her digits clean, the taste and scent causing her pussy to clench in pleasure. She wondered idly if she had forgotten to put on panties that morning. Surely not? Oh well, it didn’t matter. She hitched her sweatpants back up around her hips and began to climb, her womb convulsing as she went. She didn’t hurt any more. Instead she felt … content, with a pleasant hum burning low in her core. It reminded her of the contact high she sometimes got from Rachel’s room. A good orgasm could do that, and that had been one of the best she’d ever had.
She knew she still needed to do… something? Then it came back to her; The water problem. Well, she could worry about it later. She just wanted to get back to her room and rest. It was too fucking early to be dealing with this bullshit.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/72y607/the_invasion_of_alpha_sigma_sigma_pt2_ffffffscifi
Yes yes yes, I kind of want One to grow attached to her emotionally, a side effect of absorbing human emotions? Keep it up!
More, so much more, please. This is EXACTLY what i love and fantasize about but struggle to write. Its interesting, its sci-fi, its perfect and pleasing as hell in that filthy but oh-so-enjoyable way. I cannot even imagine what inspiration One would get from human society. Anyway, please, please write more.