Nini
Jessica and I continued milking Sebby for most of the night. He wasn’t awake for much of it, the constant climaxing and pheromone induced zombie state taking a toll shortly after Jessica straddled his lap. She moaned happily as her son’s meat filled her, then glanced at me.
“How did you do that,” she asked, “the fur changed?” Her eyes stayed on me as her hips bounced on Sebby’s lap.
“It’s hard to explain,” I started, unsure how to guide her through the intricate process. My Master’s voice beckoned inside, offering a helpful solution, and I smiled coyly. I grasped the back of her head, taking a fistful of her thick hair and pulling down to force her face up to me. Her mouth fell open in surprise just in time for my lips to push against hers, my tongue sliding into her warmth and along her wet muscle. She moaned into me as I shared knowledge via fluid transfer, _way_ easier than whatever haphazard rambling I was about to attempt. More enjoyable, too, considering Sebby’s mom fucking knew how to kiss. She sucked and licked in ways I’d never known as our kiss deepened. I was drooling from both sides by the time our lips parted, and absolutely needed another ride. Fortunately, Sebby was about at his limit at that moment.
Jessica pulled herself from his lap, revealing his glistening cock to us. I went to my knees in front of the couch, grasping the base of his throbbing member and resisted the urge to shove him as far down my throat as I possibly could. It all just smelled _so good_; the pints of semen we’d collected so far, the frothy mixture of our juices on his lap, and now Jessica’s fresh nectar coating his cock as it began to pulse in my palm. She positioned the jug for me, and a couple of long strokes later another load spurted into the quickly filling container. “Mommy?” Sebby faintly muttered as his cock throbbed powerfully in my hands. His eyes shifted to me, vague recognition scattered in his features as he saw the character at his knees. His hand reached down clumsily for my purple hair, and I suddenly had a new desire.
Once his climax ended, the sloshing jug placed back on the ground, and Jessica wandering off to the bathroom for the dozenth time, I pushed my chest to Sebby. His thick meat felt heavy in the valley of my breasts, and I squeezed them together around him before sliding up and down. The head of his cock tapped my chin when I slid down, and looked so cute peeking up from between my breasts when I slid myself up. There wasn’t much fur at my chest, barely enough to contain the perky tits grasping his cock, so my bare skin became as coated in juices by his manhood as we went. I flicked my tongue across his tip once, twice, then again as I rubbed my chest against him, and could feel his orgasm approaching. He giggled softly, tugging at my exaggerated ponytail saying something about “Shantae’s tickly boobies” before his head fell back against the couch.
The bucket was right there, and I certainly knew our goal tonight was to collect all that we could, but I _wanted_ to be covered. Needed it. I picked up the pace, desperate to finish him before Jessica returned. The warmth that suddenly splashed under my chin and ran over my chest was all I’d hoped for, his cum draining down across my stomach as he continued coating me in his thick spunk, groaning softly in his near slumber. I laughed breathlessly through moans as he came on me, more satisfied than expected as his semen flowed.
“Looks like you missed the bucket,” Jessica scolded from behind. The brown furs looked more well kept, more deliberate as they accentuated her curves. It looked like tight fitting bell bottom slacks with a form fitting sweater. Not a choice I would have made, granted, but progress as far as control over fur coverage anyway.
A rope of semen smacked to my face as I turned to her, a stringy bridge connecting my cheek to my nose before oozing down with the rest of the sticky mess. I opened my mouth to reply, some made up bullshit that not even a zombified person would believe, but no words came out. My Master informed me I’d had my fun, it was now time to return to work. Sebby’s mom seemed to get the same message, saying no more about my shenanigans as she approached. She simply climbed back onto her still hard son and allowed me to slip him back inside her. It wouldn’t be long until he’s adding more to the rapidly filling container.
Jessica
I got effectively zero sleep last night. Nini and I milked Sebby for two full jugs of semen, more than enough for what we have planned. Frankly, we hardly even needed one _full_ jug, but what can we say? When the dick is good, gotta keep pumping.
Nini left sometime before sunrise to gather the other girls. They’re planning on taking individual turns with my boy, hopefully starting the next generation before the armada arrives. We’ve been told the device Sebby and Jess built will successfully get a signal to the armada, but it will take a few days before they could really arrive. More than enough time for a fun camping trip. The site should be ready, and all the other parents should be preparing to leave this morning. They were hesitant at first, but each eventually agreed to leave for just a short trip. It excites me to know that they have no idea what they’re in for.
Sebby is effectively a drooling mess at this point, just laying on his bed with vacant eyes staring at nothing in particular. I walk into his room and stand next to him, running fur coated fingers through his hair and think about taking another ride before leaving. The thought rolls around in my mind, but I eventually decide to skip it this time. There will be more opportunities later. I lean in and kiss him, deep and passionate. My hand drifts down his bare chest, fur on flesh beneath the covers, fingers deliciously close to his hard member.
His zombified father lumbers to the door, an irritating interruption, but just as well. Who knows how long I’d be in here otherwise. Can’t jeopardize the plan now, can we? My lips leave Sebby’s, fingertips grazing over his sensitive tip as I leave his bedside. It would take a few hours to get to the campsite, the armada would likely be called by then. I wonder how long it will take our fleet to arrive after being contacted?
Natalie
The kiss Nini and I shared did more than just transfer some abilities. It awakened something in me, too. Something that had been dormant for several days – free _fucking_ will! These aliens think they can just come down here and take over? Not without a fight, they can’t! I just gotta be subtle, can’t let this _master_ or the others know I’ve snapped out of it.
I let the others know that there was a way to enhance things even further, not just for Sebby, but us as well. They told me to make it quick, since we were going to be signaling the armada that night, so I hurried to the school to work up the concoction. Fortunately, no one else came with me. My master questioned my intent, but its voice was silenced after the first drop hit my tongue. A gulp later, and I could feel it squirm as the creature writhed inside me, not quite dying, but placed into some level of coma. There was enough left for the rest of us, I would just need some discreet help administering it…
With my new ability to control my fur growth I was able to disguise the comatose symbiote, to a degree anyway. Ashley seemed suspicious almost immediately.
“Why can’t we hear you anymore?” she demanded once I entered the house.
“I had to rely heavily on my Master, so he’s resting now,” I replied, hoping that made any sense.
“Oh,” she said, her eyes still scanning me. “Well, it’s about your turn anyway, so maybe that’ll help with the recharge.”
“Hope so,” I said with a smile. “I miss the comfort of his presence.”
Nini came stumbling down the hall just then. She had barely any instantly noticeable fur at all, except for some green patches over her breasts and pubic region. Her hair was long and red, flowing down past the leafy texture covering her chest. She saw me looking at her and smiled, “What?”
“You look…” words escaped me as I watched a thick glob of cum ooze down her thigh.
She giggled, “Sultry Poison Ivy? Not to your liking?” The costume changed with a shrug, green erupting from her leafy panties and bra as it extended further across her body. Fine furs along her legs took on a green tint like tights, knee high, almost leathery boots sprouted before my eyes. The leafy textured fur covered her whole torso by the time her change had completed, and she blew me an exaggerated kiss. “Prude,” she said as she strutted past, leaving the hallway open.
“You’re up, hope Sebby’s cock can wiggle that stick out of your ass,” Ashley chided.
I could tell there was no way I would be able to administer the antidotes myself, I was barely holding it together as it was. But, as I steadily walked down the hall I began to wonder, would taking a fresh load from Sebby rejuvenate the symbiote? What if I get fucked back to square one, and completely screw up the slim chance humanity has at resistance? My hand pushes his door open, eyes falling onto the body of the nerdy kid from school. His erection still throbbed after however many orgasms, slick from the juices of so many mouths and pussies. I couldn’t help but feel guilty for my role in creating the mess before me. He was once so brilliant, but now lay in a near coma, twitching at every little touch.
My hand went to the base of his cock, fingers wrapping instinctively around his girth. Precum bubbled from his tip and began to leak over his thick cockhead before simply dissolving into the mixture of juices along his shaft. I could feel something stirring inside me, not anything brought on by alien subservience, but my own raw need. I _wanted_ to put my face down there, drag my tongue along his rigid pole and taste the pleasures my sisters experienced on him. To feel him in my mouth, taste him before shoving him into my delicate folds and riding him to completion over and over. My mouth was opening wide enough to accept him in, tongue sliding across his thick, spongy surface before I realized I’d begun acting on my desires.
The flavors of my sisters and cum coated my taste buds in eye rolling splendor. I massaged his heavy balls in one hand while using the other between my own legs, sucking and slurping at Sebby’s manhood as we both wandered into pleasure. His hand found its way to the back of my head and pushed me down, holding firmly when his tip bumped the back of my throat. I adjusted against his lap, and we were eventually able to continue, his bulging head stretching my throat as it surged deeper and deeper. My pulse thumped in my ears as my airway was plugged. The pressure at the back of my head abated, and I was able to slide back up, my throat massaging his shaft as it emerged. The first rope of cum gushed against my tonsils just before his head could clear my throat, the second splashing over my uvula. I gagged as his erupting cock popped from my mouth, trying to simultaneously breathe and swallow. His member continued pulsing in my hand, thick ropes of cum raining down over us as I struggled.
Sometime during the recovery is when it hit me. I got to my feet and slipped over to his dresser. There was a notepad and some pens on top, so I borrowed some paper and wrote a quick note. The vials with antidote found their way into a sock in his sock drawer with the note hidden underneath, and I offered up a silent prayer that Sebby would be the one to find them. Then, I turned back around and prepared for another turn. I really did want it, _needed_ it on some level. And, with any luck, it would reactivate my master, who would be utterly clueless to the past several hours, and Sebby would snap out of this coma, then find the cure and administer it to us all. Easy peasy, what could possibly go wrong?
My legs found themselves on either side of Sebby, his slick member sliding between our bodies. My fur clung to his cock as I grinded against him, his veiny shaft bumping along my clit exciting me endlessly as I considered my actions. It was all just too risky, I couldn’t chance bringing my master back online. Even if I got caught faking it, and no matter how bad I wanted to have him inside me, I just couldn’t take the risk. But, I couldn’t exactly tell him what’s going on. And any note I leave out for him could just as easily be seen by the next girl to come in for some fun. I rest my head on his chest, thinking of another option and listening to his steady heartbeat. An idea so ridiculous that it almost makes me laugh crosses my mind.
I look up at him, his face not even directed back down at me. If he can understand me talking, and the sensations across his body, then maybe he’ll catch on to a message in Morse Code? We were in a club together a couple of years ago that went over it briefly, but I don’t know how much he’ll remember. I barely recall enough to spell out “sock drawer” on his chest, then repeat the message two more times. He blinked as if in response, but I couldn’t tell if it was code or not. Hopefully we’re on the same page, and he gets the opportunity to help before it’s too late.
Ashley
Nat is acting weird, that much is certain. We heard her struggle through a blowjob, then fucking nothing for almost a half hour? She’s a bit of a screamer when it comes to sex, so everyone in the next house should have heard her getting her guts realigned, let alone those of us suspicious of the girl with the suddenly silent Master. And I wasn’t buying her bullshit story, either. No way her Master would just “get tired” or whatever. Something is up.
She comes out of Sebby’s room with globs of sperm on her face and chest, smiles at me as if everything is peachy, then proceeds down the hallway. I consider her for a moment, then figure she’s not really a threat. What would she do if she had somehow disabled her Master anyway? Rise up while surrounded by all of us? She’s smarter than that. Besides, it’s my turn with Sebby, and I could really go for some stress relief.
I slip into Sebby’s room and see him lying flat on his back. His enhanced cock rises a full eight inches into the air, glistening and begging for more attention as he lays in his zombified state. I take a step towards him, more than ready to satisfy my king, but a thought occurs. My eyes scan the room for anything that looks out of place, a difficult task for such a messy area. Eventually my attention turned back to Sebby, my desires gaining control.
Sebby
The longest, weirdest wet dream came to a soft end as familiar fingers danced across my chest. They seemed to know just how to wake me from the dream, bringing me into a far more bizarre reality. Ashley’s purple coated hands glided down my torso, her fingers scratching my tender areas as her lips kissed, tongue licked, mouth sucked every throbbing inch of my cock. I gazed down at it in wonder, hardly recognizing my own genitals as the massive shaft popped from her mouth, wet strands of saliva twirling around as it wobbled before she grasped it by the base. Her tongue started down near my balls, then licked all the way up. My eyes rolled as an orgasm threatened to explode then and there, my violet vixen working me to perfection.
The furs she was wearing today brushed along my legs, feeling far more erotic than ever before. My skin tingled and burned delightfully beneath her, and I could feel her firm breasts beneath soft fibers rub against my calves as she moved between my legs. My hands reached down to her head, fingers disappearing into the purple hat she’d managed to mold her thick, poofy hair into, kind of like a small tophat. My fingers couldn’t reach her scalp through the volume, but her warmth and hunger as she sucked my manhood quickly became too much to handle. Despite my best efforts, an orgasm started in her suckling mouth.
She didn’t let up then, though. If anything, my pulsing cock made her go harder, suck deeper. I’m pretty sure she took my meaty appendage into her throat as it came, spurting ropes of cum directly into her stomach as she bobbed her head on my lap. Her hand massaged my balls as they drained their contents into her, strong pulses gushing… is that normal?! Since when do I cum so hard, or so _much_? But, damn it feels good. I can feel myself slipping back into the weird sleepy state I just came out of as she continues sucking, and I’m not entirely sure it’s a bad thing.
That’s when she stops, though. Of course. She’s on her knees between my legs, hands still on my junk, a trail of semen sliding down from the corner of her mouth. Ashley smiles at me, her face so pure and full of joy, just like I remember. I melt for her all over again as she continues sliding her hand up and down my still hard cock. She finishes swallowing down the remaining cum in her mouth, and says, “I wanted you to be awake for this, baby.”
I didn’t really know what to say back, so I settled for laying there and returning her smile. Hopefully that was an acceptable reply.
“You’ve been out of it for so long, missed so much. Do you even know what’s going on?”
Now I really didn’t know what to say. My face must have reflected my confusion, because she just giggled and continued, “We’re saving the world, Sebby. And you’re helping _so_ much. You’re going to be a king, and I’ll be your queen. Forever.” She straddled me and laid down on top of me, her body resting on mine. Our eyes met, and we held each other’s gaze for a moment. “With any luck, I’ve already got a little you growing inside me.”
My eyes widened at that. I certainly wasn’t ready for _that_ big of a step. And __now__ my brain was kicking in. What the hell was she saying about being _awake for this_? We’re changing the world? King and queen, what?? I was so lost in thought I hadn’t noticed she was still rambling on.
“…but just in case.” Whatever she had been saying ended with her slipping my manhood into her drooling pussy, and any thoughts of how fucked up the situation might be melted away. This _is_ the girl of my dreams, after all, how bad could ‘forever’ be? She rode me softly at first, moaning quietly into my ear as I began to thrust up into her. Her hips gyrated against me as I began humping, my hands firmly holding her fuzzy ass as the sounds of our sex gradually increased.
Eventually we moved to another position, her on all fours with me pounding into her from behind. No more soft moans as she gripped the headboard for support, screaming as I thundered into her over and over. It felt so good to plow her unprotected pussy with my massive cock, every inch caressed and massaged by her convulsing tunnel as it ultimately begged me to flood her womb. My fingers dug into her hips as my orgasm approached, an animalistic groan forcing itself out as my balls tensed before unleashing another torrent of jizz. She trembled as I pumped my load into her, my hands wandering up and around her spasming back until I grasped fistfuls of heaving, perky breasts. I planted kisses at her neck, and perhaps something else in her belly.
We lay together for some time after that, drinking cold water she brought in for me, playing with each other and admiring one another. She eventually got up to go, and placed something on my dresser before leaving. I stayed in bed for a little while, content to bask in the overall happiness of my life.
Noise from down the hall outside my room pulled me out of bed, and I hurriedly grabbed some shorts to avoid wandering around naked. A furry orb lunged at me from the dresser, but I managed to dodge out of the way just in time. It hit the side of my bed and rolled to the middle of the room, then tried to attack me again! I grabbed the replica Halo energy sword from its stand on my desk just in time to catch the furry creature mid-air. It impaled itself on one prong, deep blue goop oozing from within. Long tendrils snaked out and down the sword, almost reaching my hand as the creature died.
My heart was racing, adrenaline flowing at unbelievable levels as all the variables fell into place. Random memories that had been misplaced came rushing back, and I put it all together. Everyone acting weird, the furry costumes, me being in a sleep-like state. They’re all under some kind of control! But, what the _fuck_ do I do about it? I go back to the dresser after making sure the creature is dead. My eyes scan carefully for more of them, now is __not__ the time to get careless.
Natalie
I’ve never been so nervous in my whole life. Shelby has been sitting uncomfortably close to me since I came out of Sebby’s room. Jess arrived with the completed relay about an hour ago, they could call the fleet at any moment! I should have kept the antidote myself and given it to the girls one by one. No need to put it in the hands of someone who’s not even properly conscious! I have to keep making concerted efforts to not bury my face in my hands, or any other “tells” that could give me away.
Ashley comes out of Sebby’s room looking thoroughly satisfied with herself. Alesa, Nini, Tiff, Shelby and Jess all look at her expectantly, and I do my best to mimic their expressions. Her eyes go to each of us, never giving any indication that she knows anything as they come to me. They all smile and make wordless conversation as we wait for… something? What? What the hell are we waiting for, what are they saying? It’s maddening to be so close and so excluded-
That’s the point. They’re onto me, of course they know. They’re just trying to break me, make me snap. Well, too fucking bad, bitches. I’m too stable for that. I say. To myself. In my own head… yeah.
They all turn and begin to head for the door. Jess and Nini secure the relay, carrying the device together as we all silently leave Sebby’s house. I follow along, assuming this is all part of the plan and _really_ hoping for a miracle at this point. The door remained open, loudly swinging against the house as we left it behind. We make it to Ashley’s house with no issue, no one stops us, no one asks any questions, I doubt anyone even saw our group strolling down the street. It was the most nerve-wracking walk I’d ever taken, and the tension I felt whole waiting for anything to happen while we waited at Ashley’s was palpable.
Fortunately, Sebby arrived a little later. He was brandishing a weird sword thing in one hand, and my vials in the other!! He gasped for breath after what was undoubtedly a truly heroic bike ride over and looked at each girl, the extensive fur and near bored expression on each face. They are all covered in fur, head to toe. From a distance, or not looking close enough, you’d think it was just some elaborate fur costume. But in reality, each of us is covered in fur supplied by our “master,” and nothing else. Most of my pink covering had retreated to my head, one large poof of hair at the top with two other thick strands descending my face and flowing down over my shoulders. Other than that I’m left with a pair of furry shorts and a fuzzy tank top, but those are shrinking by the minute.
“Look at you!” Sebby accuses, pointing the gore soaked sword at us. “What’s happened to you?!”
“We’ve become better,” Ashley replies in a tone that makes it sound like the answer should be obvious. “You’ll be better of the two, just gotta _let them in_.”
“No, no, this isn’t you,” Sebby says. His voice quakes, and he’s on the verge of tears as Ashley strides up to him.
“You can’t hurt me, Sebby. You wouldn’t,” she says with absolute certainty. “I’m carrying your baby, remember?”
I gasp at the revelation, and all the other girls turn to look at me. Apparently my ability to deceive doesn’t count for much against an alien invasion, but Sebby took the opportunity. He chucked the sword thing at Ashley, throwing her off any possible defense and doused her with the contents of a vial. My relief was gone almost as quick as it appeared when the clear liquid splashed worthlessly across her. He didn’t seem phased, however, continuing to drain vial after vial on every girl, including me.
“Her Master is already gone, Sebby,” Ashley scolded when he splashed me with the water. “But, fortunately I managed to stumble across her little scheme before it could do any actual harm.” She turned and leveled a cold gaze at me, “Hiding _humanities last hope_ in a sock drawer, really?”
Without even thinking about it I rushed at the relay and snapped a component off. Alesa and Jess were on either side of me in an instant, but I managed to toss the piece to Sebby, who surprisingly enough actually caught it. He turned and ran out the front door, much to the frustration of all the alien enhanced girls left behind. Around me. Fuck.
“I’m truly going to enjoy this,” Ashley said, stepping up in front of me.
I raised a hand to fight whatever was coming, but green tendrils snaked in from behind. Nini giggled as her leaf-furry tendrils wrapped around my legs, twisting and dropping me to my knees. The last pieces of my pink outfit flaked off when I hit the ground, leaving me bare to the rest of them. More tendrils wrapped around my arms and secured them behind my back as Ashley leaned in. Her fingers pushed my thick hair back from my face, and I could see furry tendrils slither from her wrists. They dug into my hair, grinding against my scalp as they circled my head. She moaned tauntingly as they went, relishing in the horror she could see in my eyes when I realized where they were going.
The tendrils wriggled into my ears and nose, sinking into my head with ease. My body tensed up at the pressure building in my skull, toes curling, legs twisting, stomach convulsing, face contorting as her fuzzy tendrils probed deeper, wrapped tighter, filled more completely around my brain. My eyes rolled, breath rasping as cognitive function slipped, and Natalie ceased to be.
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