This story is inspired by u/Furdron01. Hopefully the next few bring more developments and interesting situations for more characters, stay tuned!
_Ugh_, I think to myself. _School today sucked. Don’t even know why I had to move to this stupid, middle of nowhere town, on the other side of the fucking world! Stupid step-dad, with his stupid fucking military job. Idiot mum for marrying the dumbass to begin with!_ Here’s where you get the backstory:
My dad died when I was about 3 – one of the brave soldiers ready to go fight and die for his country. I’d always wished he’d been more of a “fight for his family” type, but mum (Lydia) says that’s what he was doing. She met Ben a few years later, and they instantly hit it off. Guess you could say she has a type. Ben was a major when they got married, we moved to “the States” when he got promoted to colonel. Been here almost a year, and I’ve been in a mild state of rebellion ever since.
I’ve been considered exotic by my new peers, most of whom are infatuated by my “fancy accent.” The girls want to hang out with me, boys want to date me, yadayadayada. I can understand the interest from the guys, I’m 5’6″ worth of bubbly teen energy with poofy purple hair, shorts that rarely cover my whole ass, shirts that cover the bare minimum as established by the school, and any other accessories that will drive them wild (and Ben up a tree). I’ve even considered a tattoo, one right over my butt. Not sure I want anything permanent, though…
I was googling ideas for said tattoo when one of the instructors looked over my shoulder. Probably trying to get a glimpse down my shirt, little view of my perky b-cups before his evening wank. Asshole confiscated my phone until the end of class, made a whole scene out of it. So embarrassing, maybe I should try coming on to him extra hard until he gets caught in something inappropriate. Make life miserable for him. I was so lost in thought on my bad day, homework, revenge, and everything else, I didn’t even notice the thing falling from the sky.
My route home always led me through the park. One of the few perks of this tiny town, plenty of space for nature. It never failed to help calm me down, the scents of wildflowers, crunch of gravel under my shoes, faint trickle of a nearby stream. Sometimes I could even see some chipmunks or rabbits running about. I was eager to see what creatures might cross my way to help snap my bad mood today, but what slipped from the bushes was completely unexpected.
About halfway through the park I heard rustling from one of the flowering bushes. It sounded like something was stuck, so of course I went to investigate. I took off my rucksack, laying it on the trail in case I needed to make a quick getaway, and peered into the bush. It stopped shaking immediately, and something tapped into my shoe! Startled, I jumped back. My eyes scanned the area where I had just been standing, only to come across a small, rounded, fuzzy creature. I didn’t recognize it, unlike any animal I’d seen before. Like a softball sized (and shaped) rabbit? It twisted and shifted at the base of the bush, as if looking for something. Honestly, I couldn’t help myself.
“Awww,” I cooed, approaching carefully. “Are you lost?”
The creature spun around, apparently facing me. Hard to tell, since it had no discernable features. It stayed planted on the ground, seemingly comfortable with me coming up to it. _Shouldn’t there be fear for something so small_? The thought occurred to me that something wasn’t quite right here, but what could go wrong? It’s just a furry little thing, what danger could there be? The nagging inside didn’t let up, even when I’d picked the fuzzy animal up off the ground, letting it sit in my cupped hands.
“Aren’t you just the cutest little thing?” My puppy voice was fully deployed, any nay-saying inner voices completely ignored.
That’s when things went wrong. Panic flared in my chest when the creature melted in my hands. Just, lost all shape, and melted. My hands tingled and stung as it looked to sink into my skin! I wanted to scream, but was frozen and muted by sheer horror and disbelief. My arms became sore, muscles aching like I’d just spent too much time lifting weights at the gym. I fell to my knees as the sore, aching, exhaustion worked its way down, leaving me fully at the mercy of whatever this thing was. _How could I be so stupid_, I thought. _This thing was probably some spider with hallucinogenic venom. Who knows what it’s going to do to me now_? I hoped and prayed that someone would happen along, help me somehow.
The burning intensified, the pain unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Every bone in my body felt like it was preparing to break, my muscles spasming and tensing uncontrollably as I writhed on the side of the trail. I finally did manage to scream, a primal, desperate sound when my spine twisted and contorted. I could actually feel something latch on and wrap around the bones of my back, then sink into my spinal cord. All movement ceased in an instant, as did my sharp scream. And my breathing, I noticed. I was completely paralyzed, still in utter agony, and couldn’t even bring myself to breathe! _What a way to die, poisoned by some animal in the middle of nowhere_…
I laid there, on my back next to the bush for what felt like hours. Based on the progress of the clouds slowly making their way across the sky, it was probably more like a minute or two. Tears welled up in my eyes, then trailed their way back into my hair before staining the ground below. _How long will my body lay here before anyone finds me_? Not really the best thought I’d ever had, but it did cross my mind.
…lay…
The voice bounced through my head, wholly unfamiliar. I thought someone had found me at first, but that wasn’t the case. _Hello_? I pondered back. Not sure if I really expected a response, but a moment later.
…oh, breathe here…
The new voice was raspy, but didn’t seem threatening. I wondered if this was the grim reaper, come to harvest my soul and guide me to the beyond, a thought that made us both chuckle. It was then I realized I could breathe again! The next long breaths of sweet, springtime air were the best, yet most strained I’d ever taken. None of my other ligaments seemed to be responding to my attempts at motion, but the pain was finally subsiding. Stinging faded to burning, faded to tingling, then, finally, soft numbness. There was some alarm at the loss of sensations, everything around and under me seemed muted. But it was infinitely better than the all consuming agony moments earlier.
…up…
My body jolted up, but not quite well enough to sit properly. I slumped over, my shoulder sinking into the bush before-
…roll…
I rolled deeper into the bush, coming to a stop face down near the base of the plant.
…no. not there…
The voice infesting my mind seemed annoyed, yet entertained by the predicament. I was stunned into silence, unimaginable fear sweeping through me.
…legs, arms, hands, feet, how to work…
Slowly, and with the clumsiness of a newborn horse, my body pulled itself from the bush, crawled to the side of the trail, and propped itself up on its knees. My butt rested on my heels, one arm resting at my side with my hand flat on the ground, the other suspended in the bush.
…up…
The voice commanded, and my body strained to obey. I nearly fell into the bush again as I stumbled to my feet, but I finally managed to rise above the bush, straighten out my legs, and stretch in the open air. The relief my muscles felt as my body stretched was worth a moan, and it escaped my lips with reckless abandon. The pleasures of standing after being crumpled on the ground were undeniable, even through the deafening numbness. Then, there was just standing. The voice was silent, there were no commands, and I was still unable to move. I wanted to run my hands through my hair to remove the debris left by the bush, see if I had any injuries, and examine my clothes to make sure they were where they needed to be. But, the thought of being at least partially exposed; shirt pulled halfway up (or even fully over) my breasts, shorts torn or slipped down my legs, or even standing there on the side of the trail completely naked, left me with a very real, not at all muted tingle between my legs.
…yes. do that…
The voice returned in my arousal, and I was left wondering what it meant until my clumsy arms fumbled at my clothes. My eyes widened as my short-cut blouse worked its way up, a faint breeze sliding across the exposed cleavage over my bra. The puppet-like arms trying to undress me fumbled over my head, my view of the open world blocked by the violet fabric. When it did finally break free over me, a wild arm sent it sailing by the bush. The bra was next, my hands struggling greatly as if trying to work out some elaborate puzzle. They managed to undo the front clasp, setting my perky breasts free with the white bra as a frame. Next were my shorts, much easier than the upper garments. They slid down my smooth legs with ease, until I fell face first into the grass. My shorts, shoes, socks, and bra were all abandoned as I sat on the side of the trail, the last patch of clothing being my now damp panties. The bright blue fabric had bits of dirt and grass on the rear, and a noticeable wet spot in the crotch when they were kicked from a flailing leg, leaving me completely naked in the cool air. My heart was racing, breaths coming in shaky spurts as I returned to my feet.
…go…
The voice commanded, and I started walking with no grace whatsoever. I didn’t know where I was going, or who I might bump into, but hopefully I could make it home without too many people seeing me. _Or, maybe I wanted to be seen_? My arousal was leaving slick trails on my inner thighs, visions of being seen and used flashing through my mind.
…yes. breed. good…
The voice seemed to be urging my desires. I had just recently gotten on the pill, but wasn’t the best at taking it regularly. Was this thing going to try to get me pregnant??
…breed. more like me. spread…
I walked along the trail for a while, my legs gradually becoming more steady as we went. Eventually, we left the trail, walked down a hill, and into the treeline. We went further and further into the trees, winding our way as if drawn towards something. In a small clearing, surrounded by shattered treetops and branches, was some strange object. It looked like a capsule, or some small satellite, and was clearly broken. I was guided to retrieve it, energy radiating warmly up my arms when I picked it up.
…home…
“_Home,_” I repeated, the word feeling vile across my tongue. A shudder worked its way down my spine, burning pain searing through me again as I stood there clutching the small ship. Flashes of foreign memories danced around my head as the parasite taking up residence inside grew stronger. I knew what was in store for me, my community, and the planet, and as I stood motionless with tears streaming down my face I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it.
…Why stop? You’ll be a queen, goddess even…
The voice was considerably louder, it’s words actually comforting? I watched movies play out in my mind of domination in every conceivable way. Graphic scenes of sexual conquest and parasitic spread across the globe played out behind my eyes as any fight I may have been clinging to melted away. My resolve slowly faded, giving way to a steadily growing _need_.
“_Yes, that’s it,_” the voice (_my_ voice?) cooed. “_Give in. You’ll have such fun, and power in your new world._”
I couldn’t think of much else, all cognizant thought apparently dominated by this alien. It’s hold was considerably stronger, and I was surprised to realize the sun had gone down. I was now standing naked in the dark of night, surrounded by nature. The wind felt soothing on my bare skin, but something else… My eyes were permitted to travel down to my arms, where even in the low light offered by the stars and glow of the moon I could see some _fur_? Thin strips of fur had sprouted around my wrists!
“_You like? These will release pheromones to attract the opposite sex._” The alien seemed annoyed when talking to me. “_So frustrating to deal with species that require more than one to mate…_”
My legs tingled at the word. “_Mate._” I bit my lip as my arousal surged, desperate for the opportunity to send a hand between my legs. I had only recently begun exploring my own sexuality, not quite rebellious enough to shag at the drop of a hat despite what the prudes of this small town think of someone with purple hair. I haven’t really even kissed anyone yet. And now countless scenes of every sex act the parasite had guided its near infinite hosts through…
I’d orgasmed before, sure. But the pleasure that washed through me as I stood there clutching the alien craft, remembering sexual encounters that weren’t mine, with an alien burrowing into my brain was more powerful than any my thin fingers had managed to itch out. Liquid pleasure rained down onto the dirt at my feet, my toes digging into the mud as they curled through ecstasy. My moans filled the night sky, met by a chorus of nearby wildlife as the pleasure carried my trembling voice ever higher.
“_Sing for me,_” the voice relished.
I clutched the ship tighter to my chest, as if grasping at my lover as my body shook with waves of delight, each spasm threatening to knock me to the dampening ground. Juices covered my thighs and trailed down my calves, the soft breeze becoming noticeably cooler against the intense heat throbbing just above.
“_We like?_”
It was referring to _us_ as _we_? But, what else is there? What am _I_ without the _master_? The orgasm fades as the sun begins to rise. I feel good. Complete. _Reborn_. The thin strips of fur at my wrists look to have gotten wider during the night. The master grows stronger through pleasure, perhaps? I set my gaze towards the sunrise, determination burning in my eyes. _We_ shall spread this across our world.
We decided to go to our earth home for a quick cleanup and change of clothes. Fortunately it was still really early in the morning, so our nude walk home went unnoticed. We managed to get inside and slip into the shower before a panicked knock at the door startled us from our continuously erotic thoughts.
“Ashe, is that you??” my mother sounded shrill. Perhaps she noticed we weren’t here last night?
“Uh, yeh. Just getting ready for school.”
“Why weren’t you home last night, young lady?!”
Fuck. Doubtless they tried calling our long abandoned phone. It’s a wonder there aren’t a whole battalion of police swarming the area. “_Fortunate, but perhaps they’d be acceptable mates_,” my master chimed in. My arousal surged again at the returning need to breed, a soapy hand sliding down my wet flesh.
“Sorry, studying with a friend?” I offered. The possibility of anyone buying that lame lie (with the utter lack of conviction as my fingers finally sunk into my aching pussy) was next to nothing. But I didn’t care, all I wanted was the pleasure being fished out between my legs. That, and to please my Master, who was busy working up a more believable deception.
“_I need help,_” I felt and heard the words leave my lips, my master physically speaking through me. If my orgasm hadn’t been so close, a look of astonishment would have been clear on my face instead of the contorted features of the cresting climax. The door opened, my mother apparently walking through. I imagine she was agitated, but concerned, as any good parent would be. She stood next to the shower curtain as my orgasm erupted. My master did her best to stifle my moans as my mother spoke again.
“Why wouldn’t you answer your phone?” her tone would have been heartbreaking, if we were still capable of such a thing. Instead, we sent a swift arm through the thin curtain. Our hand closed across her face, covering her mouth as we gently shook our forearm before her. We felt her start to go limp, then slump to the floor. The pheromones my master emits from the soft fur at our wrists can do many things; attract and arouse mates, deter those who are incompatible, make others more susceptible to suggestions, and incapacitate individuals. I wasn’t sure which ability we would choose, and excitement to try the others built as the orgasm subsided.
We got out of the shower, standing over mother as the water dripped off our athletic form. I always enjoyed letting the air dry my wet body, and often found myself watching my own reflection letting my eyes linger on certain spots. Small rivers ran around and between our breasts before draining across our firm stomach. Our bellybutton collected a small pool as the water continued down over the small mound over our still hungry pussy, eager to begin our noble work.
My mother began to stir. We crouched down beside her, placing our hands on either side of her head. The already dried fur fluttered across her face, her lips and nose obscuring under the violet fluff.
“_You knew I would be at Jess’ house studying for the upcoming test. It must have slipped your mind._” The information sounded so convincing, even to me.
“Yes,” my mum confirmed a bit dully, “but why didn’t you answer when we tried calling? We were so worried, honey.”
“_I left my phone at school. Sorry to worry you mummy._” I hadn’t called her ‘mummy’ in years, hope she didn’t catch on to that…
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m so happy you’re alright.” Her eyes began to roll up into her head as we laid her back down onto the damp floor. Can’t keep a conversation like that going long, the subject may go braindead. Might come in handy sometime, though.
We got dressed quickly, in clothing even less modest than normal. A skirt I’d outgrown a few years ago but refused to get rid of, a top that covered just enough of my chest to keep me from getting expelled, and some thigh high boots I wore for Halloween last year. An ensemble I’d never have the guts to pick for myself, especially without anything underneath like today. Our heart fluttered excitedly as we made our way out the door, taking no notice whatsoever of Ben as he stood by the refrigerator in apparent shock.
The walk to school typically takes about twenty minutes. In shoes like these, it was closer to thirty, and we were late. Everyone was in class, the halls were deserted, and we still needed to get to our locker for the necessary books. But, of course, we weren’t really here for that. We needed a mate. _Desperately_, judging on the sickness building between my thighs. We walked down the hallway, not really planning on going to my regularly scheduled classes.
Something caught my attention. An intoxicating scent that I just had to follow. It led me to history. History wasn’t on my schedule until period 4, but I couldn’t resist getting in there. The lecture stopped immediately and all eyes were on me when I went through the door. Someone in here smelt _wonderful_! My knees went weak just breathing it in.
“Anything we can do for you, Miss Winters?” the professor said.
We bit our lip with deep expectation, our hand still clutching the doorknob as a low moan droned from my mouth. “_Perhaps we should bide our time,_” the voice suggested. I reluctantly slunk back out the door, making eye contact with every guy in the room. One or more of them is the perfect mate, and I wanted him _now_! The next twelve minutes until the bell dragged by, but I waited patiently until the occupants finally began to file into the hall, one by one. The individual scent of each person drifted by me, the boys all stealing glances my way as before making their way down the hall. They all had a scent that we considered… unpleasant. Off-putting, borderline vile, even. But the delicious scent was getting stronger, _closer_!
Finally! The scent overpowered all other forces in my mind and our hands reached out and grabbed the collar surrounded by the overwhelming fog of man. Our lips crashed into his, our two bodies blocking the doorway as snickers grew behind us. My eyes opened, blurred vision focusing on the surprised face of Sebby right in front of mine. I would have ordinarily been repulsed, absolutely disgusted in myself for locking lips with the stereotypical school nerd, but my Master guided me beyond such petty things as physical standards. All that mattered was this male counterpart was perfectly compatible, and _very_ capable. A hand cupping his crotch confirmed his willingness to mate.
“Miss Winters, a word?” the commanding voice of Professor Hendricks boomed. We released our grip on Sebby, the short, scrawny boy stammering some incoherent babble as he stumbled his way into the hall. Our pheromones had clouded his mind already, our scent will be on him all day… We entered the history room as the last few students left, crossing our arms over our chest in an act of defiance. Also to press our breasts together to enhance our cleavage, but mostly the defiance thing. This middle aged man won’t stand between us and quick victory.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” he began, “but you really need to get a hold of yourself. This is not the behavior of the daughter of a high ranking military officer.”
Even if I wasn’t under the influence of a higher being, that excuse wouldn’t “snap me out” of anything. We smirked at him, “_Don’t worry, I’m just going through some changes._” Our tone was smooth and sultry, “_It’ll be a bumpy ride, but I think everyone will be satisfied by the results.”
We turned to leave, the already revealing skirt pulled up even further to expose our firm ass. He was left stunned and speechless, likely just trying to get a good mental image of prime spankbank material later. Sebby wandered off, however. We could track him down, start the copulation over again. Or wait until school is out and avoid another frustrating interruption. We opted to hang around outside the building. He’d be easy enough to find once the finishing bell rings, then the even easier part starts. How hard could it be to convince a nerdy, hormonal, perpetually horny, teenage boy to come home with a DTF girl? Especially one with special pheromones that can basically get him to do whatever I want.
Time will tell…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n4oyzr/symbiotic_invasion_pt_1_ashley