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FM, Mind Control, Alien Suit, Tentacle Mask, Monsters, PregnancySynopsis
To save the colony from the encroaching Rift, you submit yourself to the alien Master that now sits on your head. Following a vision, you soon find yourself underground within the belly of the beast, meeting the true Purpose behind your submission.
Author’s Notes
Breeding Understanding
“I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care how critical this research is to the success of the colony!” protests Brad, the name tag on his lab coat flashing in the harsh light.
“I know,” you reply, following him down the narrow corridor.
You stare at the back of his neck, a latent desire flashing through your body. “It’s not as though there’s much of a choice, though. If we don’t do something, the encroaching Rift will eat us alive!”
Brad shakes his head, looking uncertain. “I still don’t know. Some of our leaders think that adaptation is the answer, but playing with these things can’t possibly be the right idea!”
“I don’t know why you’re complaining, it’s not you who’s volunteering to interface with it,” you reply, glancing around the clinical room he had led you into.
Prefabricated, but functional. You couldn't expect anything more from a governmental agency, especially not out here on the rim.
Your excitement flares as you spot the bell shaped glass container sitting on the front desk, your feet scurrying across the floor.
“Is that what I think it is?” you ask, staring hungrily at the green mass sitting limply on the table.
“It sure is,” confirms Brad, scratching the back of his head.
He gives you a wan smile. “I don't know why you're so eager, it’s a gelatinous blob in a jar.”
“That's true,” you nod, “but it might be the solution to all our problems! It's a class three bio form, one of the rarest kinds!”
You frown at the man, starting to wonder why you had bothered seducing him in the first place. “Come on, Brad, we don’t have a lot of time. How do I get started?”
He shrugs, setting his hands on the edge of the desk. “You have to wake it up first.”
He grabs a spoon, giving the glass jar a quick tap. The mass trembles, a slit appearing along the upper edge.
A black orb pushes out between the flaps of skin, varied blue dots flowing over the surface. They align with the spot where Brad had tapped, a pseudopod lifting up to touch the inside curve of the jar.
Surprised, you watch the organism as it examines its prison, a strange noise keening through the glass. The noise stops and the pseudopod retracts, the black orb sinking back into the mass.
You lean over the top as the skin flaps begin to close, staring deep into the blue dots, looking for any sign of intelligence.
The dots cluster together in a spiraling pattern, watching you as the flaps of skin flip shut. “Interesting,” you murmur. “It seems to know that we're here, at least in some respect.”
“It's definitely intelligent, but it's not clear how,” scowls Brad. “Let it be on record that I opposed this experiment, but you overrode my objections.”
“Shut up, Brad,” you growl, finding yourself strangely drawn to the creature inside the jar.
Just what was it hiding?
Leaning in close, you feel a strange trill sounding in the back of your brain. You close your eyes, remembering the midnight encounter from a week ago.
It had started with a dream, filled with dark shapes. The Rift was encroaching upon the colony, always growing. You could feel it, perhaps due to some latent psychic ability.
The darkness had grown hotter, stifling, whispered words in your ears, motion flashing, indistinct shapes hissing. At the time, it had been frightening, but now you suspect that it had just been trying to communicate.
You had awoken to a dim room, a low hum filling your ears. Your eyes darted back and forth, looking for the monster creeping in through your window.
There was none, because it had already infiltrated your bed.
There came a wet heat at the back of your neck, like a kiss, then nothing.
When you regained consciousness, you knew what you had to do. There was only one way to stop the Rift from destroying the colony. You had to adapt.
The tiny creature hidden inside your hair bun had told you this, and you agreed with it. You find yourself agreeing with it an awful lot these days, but that was neither here nor there.
An urge grows within you, a tingle of excitement seizing your limbs as you stare at the jar. Your Rider had told you this, too. This was it. This creature was for you.
Brad lets out a cry of alarm as you seize the bell jar, but it's too late. The creature demands to be set free, and you must heed its call!
As soon as the jar is lifted, the mass sprouts legs, floating along the table towards you. A grin grows on your face as you lift your arms, welcoming it into your embrace.
Cradling it in your arms like a cat, you stroke it softly. “What are you so afraid of?” you ask. “See? There’s no danger here!”
Brad swears, backing away from you with a pale face. “I've seen what they can do, I want no part of this!” he exclaims in a high pitched voice.
You shrug. “You worry too much. See? It likes me!”
Leaning in, you give the precious organism a small kiss. A wet squelch burbles from its body as it flattens out.
You give it a pleased grin, the expression freezing on your face as the alien eyeball rolls open. It sees you. It knows you.
Your heart jolts, and suddenly the organism has vanished. You turn your hands back and forth, staring at the floor. Where had it gone?
“Look!” hisses Brad, pointing at your neck. “What is it doing to you?”
You frown, tapping your foot against the floor. “Are you trying to frighten me? Everything feels fine. It just jumped away or…”
Click. Something wet rams into your skull, and your eyes roll up into your head.
The spike of pain turns your brain off as you tumble to the floor, losing all awareness of your surroundings.
You have been embraced by darkness, a murky atmosphere pulsing around you. In turn, you embrace the comfort it gives you, bliss surrounding your form.
The pulsing pain fades into the background noise, buzzing along with all the thoughts you no longer want to consider.
You are alone with the darkness. You are alone with bliss.
Sudden physical motion tears you away from the quiet joy, waking up your frontal cortex. You blink, staring up at a concerned face.
You take in a deep breath, waiting for your double vision to resolve. You have a headache, the pounding pain digging into your skull.
You groan, pressing a hand to your forehead. “What happened?” you whisper, trying to get a grip on reality.
“It ate you,” Brad hisses, his hands clenched against his sides.
You can see the naked fear on his face and in his tight shoulders, but there is also curiosity in his eyes.
“What are you talking about?” your murmur, massaging your temples.
Your hands work backwards, dropping into a thicket of whirling tendrils. A shock of surprise knocks you out of your lethargy, and you gulp, truly feeling the tightness around your skull for the first time.
“Brad?” you ask, your voice elevating in pitch. “Is that alien… on me?”
“That's one way of describing it,” he says faintly. “Do you have a mirror in your bag?”
You nod dumbly, feeling the tightness around the base of your neck. Something is gripping your jawline, making it difficult to speak. Swallowing again, you feel around your throat.
Sure enough, there's more fleshy strands there, tickling your fingers as you nudge against them. You furrow your brow. It almost feels as though you're wearing a knit garment, drawn tight against your skin.
You work your jaw, feeling an odd warmth clamped over your ears. You can still hear clearly, but something has been jammed into your ear canals!
Your worries rise, then fall again, swept aside by curiosity. The organism was warm, comforting, even. You feel safe in its embrace, ready to face the Rift on your own terms!
Standing up, you burp, waiting for a headrush to subside. You twist your neck, feeling the alien flesh around your throat. It was oddly spongy, but not unpleasant.
Your anticipation grows as Brad rattles around in your purse, looking for the mirror. What you are about to see will probably shock you, but you are prepared for it.
Indeed, you are already starting to feel protective of the strange organism, setting your hand on the back of your skull and giving it a soft squeeze. In response, small cilia suckle on your fingers, tickling you.
You sigh, becoming impatient. “Come on, Brad, it shouldn't be that difficult to find!”
“I'm sorry, it's just the shock of seeing it engulf you that's making me clumsy,” he apologizes. “Ah, here it is!”
He flourishes your small hand mirror, shuffling over to thrust it into your face. You take it, an instant grin seizing your mouth as you admire the alien's purplish green body.
It had somehow expanded to swallow your head and neck, the bulging, round eye sitting right above your forehead. The blue dots had collected near the bottom, spearing you with its loving gaze.
You bite your lower lip, wiggling with pleasure. The small brown tentacles projecting out from the sides of your head wave in return, greeting your countenance.
“Isn't it beautiful?” you exclaim, admiring the waxy texture of the alien's skin.
No, your skin, as it had somehow melded its body onto yours.
You lift your hand, tracing over the bumpy surface in wonder, giggling as one of the tentacles curls around to grab at your finger.
“What are you doing?” asks Brad, his face pale. “Don't you know what it can do?”
You stop playing with the eager tentacle, letting out a long sigh. “I don't think you understand, Brad. If we don't learn to embrace these aliens ::our Masters::, then we'll never be able to handle the Rift!”
You fold your arms, arching your neck to get a better feel for the armored skin that has bonded around the base of your throat. You feel strong, invulnerable with this extra protection, though you feel sad that it cannot cover your entire body. A complete suit of the stuff would be amazing!
Perhaps the alien ::your Master:: had something else up its sleeve?
A sudden headache pounds in your skull. You groan, pressing your fingers into your forehead.
The pain instantly fades, an image emplaced by your new friend ::Master::.
There is a dark opening, barely distinguishable from the background, but you recognize the location. Your breath hisses between your lips.
“I know where we have to go,” you say suddenly. “It's near the Rift.”
Brad puts the mirror down, a look of horror on his face. “Anything close to the Rift without protection experiences extreme disassociation and suicidal thoughts. It's madness to get close without support!”
“And yet, we're going to do it, because if we don't, the encroaching Rift is going to drive us all insane anyway!”
Brad settles down into a chair, an obstinate look on his face. “I won't do it,” he declares. “I once took an alternate path during a hike that took me a little too close to the Rift, and found myself face down in a stream. Can you imagine, almost drowning in a practically dry creek bed?”
“Come on, Brad, it's for the good of the colony!”
He shakes his head, the naked fear radiating off his frame. “No. Absolutely not. No.”
You sigh, letting your arms drop to your sides. “Well, I’m going to go whether you come or not. This alien on my head should help to dull the effects of the Rift, and I'm curious to see what it wants to show me.”
The alien ::Master:: stirs in your brain, pleasure trickling down your spine. The urge to go becomes more profound, and you sway on your feet.
“You can stay here if you like, but I want to see it now.”
Brad settles back heavily, giving you a piercing stare. “If you really want to do this, then I need some time to get some equipment together. This isn't like taking a walk in a park, we need protection.”
You grit your teeth at the urgency that coils around your legs. What he's saying is totally reasonable, but you can't help yourself. You want to go now ::obey::!
A wave of nausea rolls through you as you push back the demand. “Fine, but there will be no delays! We need to understand what this means!”
The chair squeals along the floor as Brad jumps to his feet, a grim eagerness taking hold. “We're going to need helmets, psychic filter masks, and an emergency beacon,” he mutters, turning to head towards the rear of the room.
You skip along after him like a schoolgirl, your gaze fixed to the back of his neck. Wouldn't it look nice if a new friend ::Master:: was attached to his skull?
***
Your breath hisses through the mask as you scan the terrain in front of you, seeking the silvery traces of alien activity.
The alien organism ::Master:: leaps against your forehead, and your vision clicks, a hidden line jumping to the forefront.
“Over there!” you hiss into the pickup, pointing towards your left, away from the tracked vehicle's beaming headlights.
Brad shuts off the vehicle, shaking his head as he grabs a lantern. “I still don't think that this is a good idea,” he says, his voice crackling through the radio.
“I'll probably be fired for this, or worse.”
You ignore his whining, following the silvery traces over a low hillock. The creature ::Master:: clenches around your skull as you lay your eyes on the Rift, spiky strands of purple crystal clinking against each other in the wind.
It was the sound of madness, which the psychic filter in your helmet was meant to prevent. The hollow sounds were a little spooky, but strangely enticing ::wonderful::.
You study the demarcation between the swampy ground and the purple crystal forest. Here, a series of buzzing poles had been jammed into the mud, tilting at haphazard angles.
This was the colony's first line of defense against the Rift, generating a resonance that retarded the spread of the crystals. However, the purple sheen around the base of the devices indicate that they will soon be swallowed up by the faceted forest.
You stare out at the sharp sea, idly watching the light being reflected from surface to surface. It was pretty, but deadly. Automated equipment could be used to clear an area, but it simply couldn’t be done fast enough to make a difference. Humanity's remaining time on this world was limited.
Unless…? Your mouth gapes into a grin, pleased at the way the organism ::Master:: strokes your skull. That's right, if you spend more time communing ::obeying:: the alien, you were sure that you would find a solution!
A hand touches your shoulder. “Stop staring at it,” growls Brad. “Nothing good has ever come from being mesmerized by the Rift!”
Hasn't it? You frown, staring deeper into one of the larger crystals. After a long moment, you blink, turning away. For a brief moment, you had thought that you had been here before, but that was crazy, wasn't it?
The organism ::Master:: shifts on your skull, and the faint memory vanishes. It doesn't matter, really, you just need to see ::enjoy:: what's waiting for you inside that burrow!
Brad hands you a lantern. “Come on,” he sighs. “Let's get this done before the Rift drives us both crazy!”
You step down the other side of the hill without comment. He was speaking only for himself. Your brain is feeling rather clear, lucid and directed.
You must follow the alien path, discover what your friend ::Master:: wanted to show you. Only then would you be complete ::obedient.::
Your feet brush past sickly bushes on either side, their leaves taking on a purplish tinge. This was a harbinger of what would soon come, the crystal matrix growing to envelop all life in this little terrestrial pocket you call home. ::As it should.::
It was rather arrogant to think that things would turn out any differently here. There were many examples of human terraforming that had resulted in disaster, both for local ecosystems and the humans trying to live off it. This was simply a more extreme scenario.
The only way forward was for humanity to learn to live with ::embrace:: the Rift!
How, exactly, would that happen, though? The psychic filters only worked up to a certain point. Eventually, even the most stalwart mind would face its breaking point.
Not everyone would agree to experiment with alien organisms ::lovely Masters:: like you would. There had to be another answer!
The fragile leaves crackle against your legs, the edges fragmenting into purple shards. This area was already being converted by the Rift into more of the strange crystals.
You slow as you approach a glowing rod at the boundary, feeling a perverse urge to grab the shaft and throw it away. To let the Rift spread, transform, consume.
You shake your head, and the impulse fades. Taking in a deep breath, you turn towards Brad. “How are you holding up so far?” you ask, noting the way his knees are wobbling.
“I'm not feeling any strange urges… yet,” he reports, bending over to run his fingers through the crystal shards created by your passing.
Lifting his hand, he studies the flecks of crystal. “Very pretty for something so deadly,” he grunts, letting the pieces fall back to the ground.
A sudden hunger surges within you. “Hold up, I think that my alien ::Master:: is trying to tell me something.”
You bend your knees, eyeing one of the larger pieces of broken crystal. Picking it up, you stare into its depths, trying to understand what the creature ::Master:: is trying to tell you. The way the light bends inside pulls you deeper.
The hunger roars in your chest, breaking the trance. You shake your head, wondering if that was a sympathetic reaction, caused by the creature ::Master::?
Acting on a hunch, you lift the crystal to your head, letting one of the tentacles grab it. A wave of relief washes through you, a feeling of satiation lifting you back to your feet.
“What did it do? Did it eat it?” you ask, staring at the fascinated expression on Brad’s face.
“It engulfed it, placing it like a crown jewel just above its eye,” replies Brad. “It’s almost like a decoration!”
He takes a step forward, staring at the top of your skull. “I wonder what would happen if we gave it more?”
“There's no time for further experimentation,” you hiss. “Look over there!”
You lift your hand, pointing at the craggy crack you had suddenly spotted in the ground. The earth had been disrupted, some of it freshly overturned. It appeared as though some beast had scratched out the crevice with an enormous claw.
Or something inside had dug itself free! You shudder ::giggle:: at the idea, wondering what you had managed to get yourself into ::something amazing!::
Brad strolls up to the edge, peering inside. “I'm glad I brought those lanterns, it's pretty dark in there.”
He cocks his head. “The passageway is large enough for us to stand up in, at least.”
There's tension in his shoulders. “This is a bad idea. We should put together a full research group and come back in the morning.”
“By that time, the Rift will have encroached further,” you point out. “How difficult would it be to convince them to come this close to the crystals with no clear benefit in sight?”
Brad chokes back a laugh. “You're mentioning all the downsides of our outing, but I agree with you. I would probably be shot down.”
That's right. This was your only opportunity. You had to seek out what the alien wanted to show you. You had to know ::obey!::
Hefting your lantern, you slip past Brad, your footsteps sinking into the disturbed soil. The slope trends downward, sinking ::rising:: along with your heart, a sense of foreboding ::excitement:: growing.
Stepping into the strange tunnel took a force of will, but you were up to the challenge. Your risk averse personality had been submerged, the desire to explore this strange hole becoming everything.
The alien ::Master:: wiggles on your head, its tentacles reaching out to brush against the walls. The light bounces with each stride you make, highlighting the odd smoothness of the passageway. It was almost as though you were sliding down the gullet of a great beast. Would you eventually end up in its stomach, being digested ::rebirthed:: as one of its meals?
The thought is enough to make you shiver ::with delight::, but you can't allow yourself to show it. Brad was flighty enough as it was, you couldn't afford to give him any reason to flee ::escape.::
The tunnel opens up into a larger chamber, the ceiling widening above you. You step hesitantly onto the rippling floor, your feet squishing into the soft mass.
You frown, stopping to evaluate it for a long moment, remarking internally just how much it looked like some kind of intestine.
Brad sidles up next to you. “This is a weird place,” he mutters. “I've never seen anything like it!”
He sets the lantern on the floor, touching the tips of his fingers against the fleshy mass. “It's alive,” he declares, rubbing his fingers together. “I don't think that we should be here. This is an amazing discovery! We should leave and report it immediately!”
“Not so fast,” you retort, your heartbeat rising as you peer into the distance, spotting areas where the fleshy mass rolls together into large bundles. “We haven't found anything yet. We need to know where this mass terminates. What kind of intelligence does it have? Is it like an ant hive, or a fungus? Or is it just a strange byproduct of the Rift?”
The alien squeezes your skull. You blink, swallowing. “I think that we're close to an answer, we can't just leave now!”
Tightlipped, Brad takes in a sharp breath, his face pale as he checks the watch on his wrist. “I’ll give us ten minutes, then we're out of here, no matter what we find.”
You frown, the organism ::Master:: on your skull going quiescent. It seems satisfied with this plan, so you accept it as well.
“Okay, ten sounds good, but we won't have a lot of time for deep exploration. With that in mind, we're going to have to split up.”
Brad shakes his head, but you raise your hand. “It's not a crazy idea. I'll set a timer and follow the left outer wall, you loop around on the right. If this chamber is round, as it appears to be, we'll meet on the other end and recount our findings. If we get five minutes in without finding anything, we'll turn back and meet up here.”
“That is a terrible idea!” he hisses, his face flushing red.
You fish a small device from your jacket pocket, dangling it between your thumb and forefinger. “Look, we have these emergency locators. Hold it in your hand and set it off if something appears life threatening.”
He shakes his head again, but you place a hand on his shoulder. “It's only ten minutes! Come on, don't be a wuss!”
He grits his teeth. “That's what all the idiots say before they get eaten!” he growls. “No, I won't do it. I'm going to stay right here.”
You roll your shoulders, tired at his squeamishness. “Actually, that works fine, too. If I don't show up in five minutes, you can call in the cavalry. Otherwise, you can just sit here, being bored.”
He growls, but appears much happier with this arrangement. Fine, he could sit there like a statue, for all you cared! You were going to find something amazing ::pleasurable!::
Turning away, you march down the wall, feeling annoyed. He hasn't given you a lot of time, and now he was going to squander his. It was outrageous ::inconceivable!::
You mutter to yourself as your feet squish into the organic mass, your body rocking as you follow the curve of the room. Brad should be more interested in this. He was the chief researcher at the Institute, which was why you had started dating him in the first place!
That, and you had a thing for brown hair. You smile to yourself, thinking back to the last tumble the two of you had taken.
He had been rather shy, but after a few sessions, he had started to open up. Last time, it had only taken a few minutes to get his dick seated inside you, your bodies humping together in joy.
Your pussy gapes open, your insides feeling empty. Just thinking about your last assignation was setting you on fire!
You let out a hiss, noticing the small tentacles waving around the corners of your vision. The alien ::Master:: certainly seemed happy with itself. Did that have anything to do with your arousal?
Turning your head, you confirm that you've traveled far enough that Brad won't be able to see what you're doing. Letting out a lusty sigh, you grab your breast with your free hand, giving it a firm tug.
An avalanche of pleasure flows through your soft flesh, making your body feel warm. Images of hot, steamy sex take over your mind, curvy bodies moving, loving.
It's too much. You have to find a way to reach climax now, or there is no way you'll be able to concentrate on the mission!
You lean over, setting the lantern and your emergency beacon on the ground. You need both hands so that you can attack your pussy and breasts at the same time, slip a finger inside and play with your sensitive button!
Terror freezes your shoulders as the wall shudders, interrupting the intense lust. You had gotten so distracted by these ::lovely:: thoughts, you hadn't been paying any attention to your surroundings!
Dangerous. You breathe deep, adrenaline shooting through your body as the wall shudders again, a crack forming.
Through the hole you can see a void beyond, and your imagination begins to spin. Was the alien responding to your presence? Were you about to be attacked by unknown creatures?
Why had you been foolish ::astute:: enough to leave Brad behind? This was exactly the sort of thing he had been concerned about!
You gulp, frozen in place as the wall curls open, the light from your lantern scattering over the interior.
Despite the frightening shadows, you can tell immediately that there are no creatures, nothing coming to seize you. Instead, there is an organic looking seat reminiscent of a toadstool jutting out of the ground, its greenish purple flesh similar to that of the organism ::Master:: planted on your head.
You take a step forward, uncontrolled, your excitement ::desire:: growing. This was definitely some kind of alien artifact!
You move up to the organic growth, studying it closer. The bottom of the seat is round, sprouting from the twisting bundles below. Long tendrils stick out from the lower shaft, waving slowly in the air.
It’s definitely alive in some way. Bemused, your eyes dance over the fleshy sides, which meet at a forty five degree angle. Overall, it was formed into something of a saddle, with a large, gaping hole right in the center.
Your curiosity ::eagerness:: grows, and you lean over, trying to see if there's anything inside. The smooth walls of the hole ripple, like an intestinal tract, almost as though it’s trying to push something out.
You move in closer, desiring ::needing:: to understand. A sudden jolt of movement startles you, a spurt of fluid splashing towards your eyes.
You become frantic, clawing at the base of the helmet. It’s protecting you for the moment, but you can't see anything, and the fluid is starting to sizzle, dribbling down the sides. You have to remove it, now, before any of that caustic substance touches your neck!
The strap around the back of your head clicks, and the helmet falls free, dropping to the pulsing ground with a wet squelch.
Your frantic movements stop, your back straightening as you blink your eyes. Without the psychic filter, you can finally hear the thrumming voice in your head.
::Welcome.::
It sounds strong. It sounds manly. It sounds glorious.
A dumb smile lights up your face as a sudden realization shoots through your mind. You had been ignoring it all this time while it had been filtering into your thoughts, adjusting your brain, but now that wasn't necessary.
You acknowledge what you have known all along. This creature is your Master. It has harnessed you. It is Riding your mind. You must obey.
Your smile grows wider as you stare at the alien saddle ::suit applicator::, your breath hissing in your ears as you wait with excitement.
You curl your lower lip as the purplish dome of the alien cock appears at the entrance to the hole. The tip glistens, the bulging flesh rippling.
A spurt of green fluid ejaculates, splattering onto the ceiling. You are not interested in examining the mess. You want that dick inside you. Now.
Your fingers fumble with your pants, ripping open the closure, your arousal growing. These shoes, this underwear, it was all in the way!
Arching each foot, you kick off your shoes, grumbling to yourself as you're forced to slow down to deal with the socks. Your pussy is hot, ready for action, needing to be filled with that alien cock.
The Master on your head shifts in approval as you finish, exposing your lower half. Letting out a low groan, you shiver, taking mincing steps forward.
You spread your legs wide as your feet sink into the fleshy circle around the base of the seat. Your toes curl into the organic matter, the throbbing warmth adjusting to your weight.
Small tentacles lick at your ankles, welcoming you as you sit down, your ass spread wide by the spongy material.
You stare at the wall, your libido rising. You know that the Master has seized control of your mind, but you feel no fear. This is the next step towards enlightenment. You will obey.
Your arms dangle at your sides as you prepare yourself, your imagination running wild. You bite your lip as something warm touches your inner lips, a faint buzz trilling into your pussy.
When the thick length shoves into your tunnel, you hear a wet squelch in your ears, and you lose your mind entirely.
Your vision fuzzes, images shifting as though you are watching a movie. You see the tall jets of light arriving from above, the blocky colony ships setting fires as they land in a great thicket.
The resulting destruction is contained by the bipedal humanoids, but they have little understanding of the sleeping creature they have aroused. It is not interested in them, at first, as their buzzing movements have awakened it just in time for its favorite harvest.
Your mind soars, flying high above the crystal forests of the Rift, acres and acres of madness, growing closer to the colony with each passing day. You feel a sense of hunger within you, pleasure at the crackling fronds.
Understanding blooms. These were not natural formations. They had been seeded. They were food!
It was only when the humans had attempted to destroy these wonderful crops that the alien had found itself needing to take action. They could not be allowed to curtail the harvest. They would need to be converted, made into allies instead of enemies.
That's where you came in. The alien needed to start somewhere, and your window hadn't been properly secured that fateful night.
The images begin to flash faster now. The strange, alien light, the sleepwalking, the desire to follow.
A sensation of movement, walking through the colony late at night, wandering off into the underbrush. The siren call pulling you forward, dragging you towards your new alien master.
Here, the images become indistinct. You catch a flash of the entrance to this cave, your body descending into the mouth, in a trance. You had been here before!
You don't understand! Why can't you remember anything further?
The alien dick plugs into your pussy, thrusting deep into your tunnel. The pleasure overwhelms your concerns, your mind beginning to settle down.
That's right. You don't have to remember. You are where you need to be, right here. The Master is with you.
A dumb smile appears on your face as the dick throbs within you, your hips jolting as the length swells in your tunnel. Sudden vibrations jolt your libido to life, your body instantly responding to the stimulation.
You breathe regularly, staring at nothing. The Master has taken hold of your body, and you are being bred by its command.
Your brows crease as you try to better understand what that means, but you soon give up, relaxing into the seat. You are where the Master commanded you to be. Your Purpose would be revealed once the breeding is complete.
Your toes squish into the organic mass below as the alien dick shifts inside you, thrusting with more vigor. Your heart beats faster, your pleasure increasing with each passing moment.
You squeeze your hands over your knee caps, hissing as you hunch over. The pleasure is all consuming, your back shaking.
The alien grips your neck, squeezing you with overwhelming force. You choke, feeling light headed, feeling wonderful.
Serving the Master is love. Serving the Master is joy. ::Serving the Master is all.::
You barely notice as the ground rises around you, greenish purple flesh stretching around poles with curved talons at the tips. You bite your lip as you vibrate on the seat, losing yourself in the pleasure as you are surrounded on all sides by the organic matter.
The Master keeps you still, enhancing your enjoyment at submitting, your eyes rolling as the dick jumps within you.
Somewhere deep within there comes a cry of alarm, but this is soothed away by the stroking tentacles of the Master inside your brain.
The Master loves you. You love the Master.
The bulging flesh is getting closer, hemming in your body, but you are fully occupied by the thrashing dildo in your wet pussy. You have been directed by the Master to enjoy the sex. ::To turn off your brain.::
So you do. Your tongue rattles against the roof of your mouth as you look up, your eyes staring at nothing.
You blink rapidly, clearing away tears of joy. The pleasure is growing within you, the climax approaching. Soon, you would be one, as the Master demands. ::Together in one body.::
The flesh has closed in, the rippling interior rubbing against your skin. You don't want to look down. You know that you are about to be swallowed.
It doesn't matter. Nothing matters but the Master. Nothing matters but the pleasure.
When the moment arrives, your brain explodes into tiny shards, your muscles shaking with ecstasy. Your body is held tight in the fleshy warmth, your arms bound against your sides.
Was the organism planning on swallowing you whole? Was it going to digest you?
At least for now, it seemed perfectly happy to hold you still, the vibrating dildo dancing inside your jerking pussy. The Master squirms on your head, and you let go, sagging into the fleshy sack as the curved talons settle against your neck.
The pleasure suffuses throughout your body as you twitch, the intensity slowly reducing. Something cool wiggles against the back of your neck, and suddenly, you can't feel your body.
Before you can even begin to panic, a sudden click shudders through the numbness, a bevy of sensations rushing over you. It's a lot. It's too much!
A cool rush flows through your brain, tamping down your consternation. Your scattered thoughts are collected, one by one, put back in order by the intelligence sitting on your head.
That's right, you didn't have to do everything on your own! The Master was here to help you. The Master would direct you.
A sense of peace envelops you as the flesh burbles, solidifying against your skin. It has created some kind of cocoon, a protective shell under which your body was being repurposed by your Master.
A sudden joy swirls through your mind, eagerness rising. When the shell breaks free, what kind of creature would you become?
You relax, settling onto the seat. The dick was still buried inside you, vibrating at irregular intervals. Your body responds, your pussy throbbing around the thick length, the stimulation pushing you towards a second climax.
You let out a long sigh, wiggling inside the cocoon. A surging sense of satisfaction caresses you. Your Master has brought you here to experience this. Your Master loves you.
A sharp cry from somewhere behind you interrupts your worship of the Master, and you frown. Why are you being interrupted?
Wet squelching sounds infiltrate your ear holes, moving around your right side. You tilt your head, brow furrowing as you seek out this annoyance.
“Brad!” you hiss, surprised to see his wiry form tentatively approaching your position. “I thought that you were going to remain at the entrance!”
His face is pale, the lantern swaying at his belt. “I was going to, but then I heard a noise. I couldn't just sit there, I had to go take a look!”
His fingers tremble against his sides, but he makes no move to approach. “Are you just going to stand there?” you grunt, wiggling in the hardened shell.
“I'm not sure what to do,” he admits slowly. “I found something back there that I need an explanation for.”
You struggle within the shell, suddenly finding it too restrictive. You need to be out there, stopping him from fleeing before it is too late!
Your Master gurgles on your head, and Brad's eyes flick up to glare at it. “I think that you're not telling me something,” he finally declares.
You wrinkle your nose, a surge of anger turning into a snarl. “What aren't you telling me?” you demand. “Out with it!”
“I'm not sure that you're you,” mutters Brad. “But if you're not you, then what else could you possibly be?”
You shake, a miniature orgasm slicing through your thoughts. Sighing, you give him a languid smile. “Fine, don't tell me - but you'll never find the answers you seek as long as I remain in this cocoon.”
His brow arches. “That's probably a good thing. You see, I found something in the cave back there that's turned everything I thought I knew on its head.”
He leans back in a deceptively relaxed pose, one hand casually thrust into his pocket. You let out a grunt, sighing as the alien dick pulses inside you. “Oh? What's that?”
“There was a pocket in the wall, similar to this one. It contained a green pod, filled with fluid. When I investigated closer, I discovered it was occupied.”
“So the organism is breeding something?” you ask, your pussy shuddering around the dick. “That's interesting, but it doesn't explain why you're just standing there instead of helping me!”
“It's what was occupying that pod which has made me confused,” Brad continues.
He jerks his head towards the left. “Come on, I don't have all day. Show her.”
Who was he talking to? You strain your neck, but the cocoon holds you tight. It doesn't matter much, anyway, as a lithe form enters your field of view, her nude body swaying in the lamplight.
“I don't know why you're being so short with me,” the copy of you sighs, her hand reaching up to caress her breast. “I was taken by the beast and placed in that pod, and then you rescued me, it's as simple as that!”
You make a double take, gasping. This woman was you, or a virtual clone of you, anyway! Your eyes trace over her form, looking for any imperfection that could label her as an inferior copy.
There was nothing. Her body was shiny, as if it had been oiled, her pert breasts upturned, the flesh bulging between her fingers as she gave the breast a rough squeeze.
The swell of her hips was familiar, and so was the crinkled indentation of her belly button. There was a similar mole as hers on your right thigh, close to the irritating skin tag you hadn't yet gotten the chance to remove.
There was no practical way for you to know whether it was you or her that was the copy. No wonder Brad was so disoriented!
“I'm confused, too,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders inside the cocoon. “If she's me, then who am I?”
“That's what I intend on finding out,” growls Brad, his breath hissing through his mask as he gestures at your clone. “Get her out of there, I'm taking you both with me to the surface.”
“Why do you want to do that?” your clone hisses, leaning over to give him a good look at her soft breasts. “Why don't you just bend me over and give it to me raw? You know that I'm good for it, baby!”
“I know,” he scowls, the lump at his crotch betraying his arousal. “I'm not fucking anybody until I understand what has happened here!”
Your clone pouts. “What a spoilsport!” she hisses, letting go of her chest.
A cagey smile creeps over her face as she takes a step towards him. “You don't need her,” she purrs. “Why don't you just take me instead?”
She folds her arms under her chest, squeezing them together to emphasize her large bust. Brad's eyes almost pop out of his skull as he stares at her nipples, but a cold hardness trickles into his eyes.
His hand pops out of his pocket, a needle gun cupped in his grip. He raises it towards your clone with a snarl.
“Step back!” he demands. “I've calibrated this for lethal force!”
“Now why would you do a silly thing like that?” sighs your clone.
She stops moving, tilting her head forward until her hair trails over her eyes. You take in a deep breath as you get a good look at the rounded coin embedded into the base of her skull. It was pink, and wet. Alien.
You relax in the cocoon. Yes, of course. This woman was on your side. It was only natural. If she was a clone, she would obey the Master implicitly.
She tilts her head. “Fine, I'll do as you ask, but I don't have any tools! How am I supposed to break her free?”
“It's already cracking, like an egg shell,” Brad growls, lifting the weapon. “You shouldn't need anything special. Come on, hurry up, I don't have all day!”
The clone raises her eyebrows. “I don't appreciate being threatened,” she says with your voice, “but I'll do as you say. Just calm down, I don't need a needle in my cute ass!”
Turning towards you, she dances over the fleshy threads on the ground, her breasts wobbling with each hop. A light chuckle escapes her lips as she drops onto your cocoon, arms wide to give it a hug.
“You look so cute with that Master on your head!” she whispers. “What I would give to be directly controlled by it!”
Her lips tighten, eyes wet as she swallows deeply. “Does it feel as good as I think it does?”
The Master shuffles in acknowledgement, the dick rattling inside your snatch. You gasp, nodding your head. “Yes,” you hiss. “Being under its control is wonderful.”
It was true. There were no more hazy thoughts, only a pulsing obedience which you embraced.
The Master was on you. The Master was in you. There was no room to question its supremacy.
Your eyes fill with tears of sympathy. “I only wish that you could share in the sublime pleasure of obedience,” you hiss, your body shaking as another orgasm takes control of your body.
“What makes you think that I'm not?” purrs your clone, a glint in her eyes. “Well, never mind that. It's time to finish your rebirth!”
She slides her hands into one of the cracks that have opened up, sticking out her tongue as she tugs on the edge. The familiar gesture bemuses you, reminding you of all the quirks you share with this clone.
You sigh as an odd coolness swirls around your lower body, interrupting the warm embrace of your cocoon. You find this to be unpleasant, but you know that it is necessary. Your master tells you so, and therefore it is true.
You groan as your clone wrenches the gap wider, the material cracking like a dried piece of leather. You instantly begin to worry that you’re about to break apart into a million pieces, but you trust in your Master, and it doesn’t seem to be concerned.
The piece the clone has been tugging on cracks off in her hands, and she giggles. “It won't be long now,” she sighs.
A low thrum runs down your spine, and your eagerness increases. That's right. You are about to be set free, to do the Master's bidding!
Your eyes fix on Brad, your shoulders wiggling. He stares back at you coldly, his aim never wavering. This was a side of him you hadn't seen before, but you were finding it unexpectedly sexy!
Your clone grabs another piece of the cocoon, the shell creaking as you wobble inside. You may soon lose the lovely thumping pulse in your pussy once you escape, but there is something better standing right in front of you! A real, live, human dick!
Your Master's tentacles wiggle in the air, slowly undulating. It agrees with you. He is your target.
Your hunger surges, your pussy dripping wet. You struggle within your bondage, pleasantly surprised to find that the shell has started to creak. Soon, you will be free!
Your clone is next to your shoulder, humming to herself as she takes a peek inside. “Wow, look at that!” she exclaims. “The Master has given you a lovely gift!”
Frowning, you tilt your head, trying to get a glimpse. You can see a set of dark talons curling up to clutch at your neck, but below that, there is nothing but alien flesh.
The cocoon has left something behind, a residue? Confused, you stop moving, your brain struggling to comprehend.
Your clone reaches in to break off a piece of the shell covering your belly, and suddenly you understand. This wasn't more of the cocoon - it was you!
The shell had left behind a coating, forming some kind of suit. You clench your hands and thrust out your chest, trying to get a better feel for how it operated.
You smile as your breasts pop forward, the suit clinging to your skin, tugging at your nipples. It was a strange kind of friction, almost as though it was connected to you, yet not. This suit - could it be removed, or would you wear it forever?
The Master quivers on your head, a commanding pulse reordering your thoughts. You wear this suit at the pleasure of your Master, so thinking about taking it off is irrelevant.
Satisfied by this explanation, you settle down, a soft sigh escaping your lips as your pussy throbs. The pleasure provided by the alien dick had changed in nature. It was still inside you, but it didn't fill you as completely as it had before. Odd.
“Come on, now,” orders your clone. “It's getting more difficult to remove the cocoon near the base. I need your help here.”
Oh, right. Setting your ruminations aside, you begin to struggle anew, arching your shoulders to try and release the suction holding your hands in place.
They finally release with a wet sucking pop, a crease forming around your shoulders where the filler material cracks free. You watch with curiosity as your clone picks the rubbery pieces away, the curves forming a negative mold of your physical features.
It was a testament to just how tight the cocoon had held you, but no more. It was time to see what your Master had made!
With the material removed, you now have the room necessary to pull your hands out. Straining, you let out a gasp of satisfaction as they jerk out of the shell. Finally!
Flexing your fingers, you study your hands, marveling at the way the suit conforms to your fingers. Your skin has been coated by it, a purplish green tint with a rough texture.
Placing the tips of your fingers together, you admire the sharp, black nails as you rub them back and forth. You can feel every tingling sensation as they click against each other.
Had the suit bonded to your skin, or replaced it? You turn your hands over, examining the sharply defined ridges on the backs where your tendons bulge outwards.
You really couldn't tell. For all practical purposes, though, this suit had become you.
“We're out of time,” interrupts Brad. “Extract yourself so that we can go. Now!”
You don’t see why he is in such a hurry. It was quite relaxing, being here in the cave of your Master. You sigh, peering longingly down at the swell of your breasts, your sensitive nipples built up by the arching skin of your suit.
Those would have to wait for later, you suppose. Shaking your head, you wrap your hands over the side of the shell, feeling the ragged edge jab into your palms. It hurts a little, but with your enhanced skin, this was unlikely to injure you. Much.
Your head swings up towards Brad, a growl on your lips as you study his crotch. Was there a bulge visible there though his tight pants?
You swallow, hissing as your shoulder muscles bulge, pulling you upwards. This was it. You were about to reveal your transformed self for the first time!
You flex your muscles again, groaning as you flop down over the front of the shell. Damn. This wasn't turning out to be as graceful as you had imagined!
Your clone steps in, grabbing your shoulder. “On three!” she commands. “One! Two! Three!”
You push, she pulls, and suddenly, you're free, landing on top of her body with a grunt. The two of you tumble to the floor, your weight taken up by the alien flesh with a wet squish.
Your clone laughs, a bright sparkle in her eyes. “I was wondering what it would be like to have you on top, and now I know!”
You feel a flutter of embarrassment at how your breasts have squashed over hers, but when you place your arms on the ground to separate them, she gives you a coy smile, making a sultry purr. “If the Master allows it, maybe we could take some time for some self love. How does that sound?”
“It sounds weird,” interjects Brad, his voice jabbing at you like icicles. “Get up, we don't have all day.”
You sigh, turning your torso to face him. “Really, could you just let us have our moment here? I'm finally figuring out what it actually feels like to love myself!”
“You can do that on your own time,” growls Brad, sweat beading his brow. “I'm on a clock.”
That's right. His psychic filter was probably starting to wear out, and he didn't have the benefit of having a Master on his head.
Oh, but he would look so much better with some squirming tentacles clasping his ears! You sigh as you sit up, bracing yourself against the pod. Your desire to share the love of the Master rises, a sudden heat blasting your privates.
You gasp, rubbing your legs together. “Are you really going to force me to go out looking like this?” you ask, placing a hand over your chest to hide your nipples.
“That's right,” growls Brad. “Stop stalling!”
You want to do what he asks, but the heat within you is only increasing, making your knees tremble. Your cavernous pussy is twitching, needing to be filled. In a matter of moments, you won't be able to stop yourself from touching it, stroking it!
You place a hand over your crotch, letting out a low moan. “I don't suppose I could convince you to drop those pants and stick that hard cock in my gaping pussy?” you hiss, imbuing your gaze with as much lust as possible.
His eyes flicker, but they remain hard. “Absolutely not. Move over there. Now.”
He wiggles his pistol, motioning towards the entrance. You shrug, rolling your shoulders as you turn to obey his command, sharing a secret smile with your clone.
You offer your hand, and she takes it, the two of you helping each other over the uneven terrain. You can feel the Master twitching on your head, pulsing in time with your surroundings. They are somehow connected, you know it, but you're not certain how.
The Master is in control, but you are not connected to its intelligence. Its desires and thoughts are not known to you beyond what it decides to share.
That, and the direct commands it gives. The commands you love to obey!
Your clit tingles at the idea of obeying, at serving this higher intelligence. That has quickly become your sole purpose, far faster than you had initially anticipated. Why does submission make you feel so good?
At the moment, the Master is not giving you any strong signals, so you decide to play along with Brad. The Master must have a plan for him. It had certainly brought you here intentionally - you just needed to wait for its Purpose to be revealed!
You step over the threshold of the pod with your sister, wigging your ass as you squeeze your butt cheeks together. The suit runs up tight against your crotch, the alien flesh coating both your holes.
What would Brad do if you swallowed him whole? Would he squeal like a girl? You shudder with delight, hoping that the Master would allow you to experience such pleasure soon!
A pulsing command arrives in your brain, and you slow to a stop, your leathery feet curling into the organic floor. You give your clone a squeeze and let go, turning around to face Brad.
His face is pale, lit only by the light of the lantern, his hand squeezing tight around his pistol. “Why did you stop?” he demands. “We have a ways to go before we reach the entrance.”
You give him a smile, letting the soft words of the Master flow freely from your lips. “I don't think we're going to make it back to the entrance,” you say. “I don't think you want to make it back to the entrance.”
His brow creases, the lantern trembling in his grip. “What are you talking about? You don't have a choice. Keep moving, or I'll shoot you!”
“I don't think you will,” you whisper, closing your eyes, your body swaying to the humming throb of the cavern.
The song of the Master. You lift your tongue to your teeth, letting out a soothing hum. Yes, this is what the Master has commanded. It is finally time!
Your clone joins in, her voice combining with yours to enhance the melody of the alien song. Brad scowls, but his threats no longer have any force. He could shoot you both, but he cannot force you to leave the warmth of the Master.
Secure in this knowledge, you watch him waver, trying to figure out what he should do next. It doesn’t matter, really. Stay, flee, it is all the same to the Master. Eventually, he would become an obedient slave, like you.
The enticing thought makes you shudder, your mind wandering back to the past. New hints emerge, forgotten memories surfacing. Flashes of light, images of you.
There is the sudden fear of waking in the night, utterly aroused. Climbing out of bed, walking to the window. Staring out at the glaring purple light, the all consuming eye watching your every move, exposing you.
Your deepest fears, your deepest wants. Seen. Acknowledged. Discarded.
New wants, implanted. New needs, required.
You walk, in a trance, over a familiar pathway, towards the tunnel, towards your fate.
You strain, trying to see what had happened to you after that, but here the memory terminates, frustrating you. You sigh, letting out the anger. It doesn't matter. The Master had found you. The Master had rebuilt you.
“I'm warning you, I will shoot,” Brad rasps, his skin a pale sheen of white.
“Then stop talking, and do it,” you hiss, reaching up to grope at your breast.
You shudder, deriving pleasure both from the manual stimulation and the quandary you've put your lover in. He might be able to incapacitate you, but he wouldn't be able to drag your body out by himself. Without the evidence of what he had seen here, he had nothing!
The wintery hardness in his eyes solidifies. “Very well,” he says, raising his pistol. “I'll put a team together and come back later to fetch my prize.”
A sudden spike of pain sprouts from your chest, doubling you over. He had shot you, damn it!
You sag against your clone, who grabs you before you can drop to the ground. “Fuck!” you exclaim, your head swimming.
A cool urgency takes hold of your body, the jabbing pain diffusing into a large numb area. The drugs are already starting to take hold, but you don't want them to. You want to see what happens next, dammit!
“You'll regret this!” growls your clone, doing her best to avoid being swamped under your weight.
“No, I don't think that I will,” replies Brad clinically, shifting his aim to point at your clone.
He pulls the trigger just as a flurry of motion bursts out of the darkness. Your clone gasps as the needle slices right past her head, pinging harmlessly off the organic wall beside her.
Brad bellows as the hand grabbing his wrist twists, forcing the pistol from his grasp. A shadowy form appears behind him, an arm wrapping around his chest.
“Bad boy,” purrs a familiar voice, a pale face becoming visible over his shoulder.
It's you again!
Your heart jumps in shock as the anesthetic takes hold of your mind, your limbs buzzing as your vision fuzzes into darkness.
***
Consciousness returns. You are awake.
You feel dizzy, likely a side effect of the anesthesia. Fortunately, it appears to be waning with each pulse of your heart, the drugs being flushed from your system.
You take in a deep breath, popping your eyes open. The world around you is colored an odd yellow. You blink a few times, trying to take stock of your surroundings through a set of odd, fisheye lenses.
You are seated in a dark, oval chamber, somewhere deep underground. The only light comes from bright points dangling from fronds that grow out of the floor like rushes.
Curious, you try to stand, but your bloated body is held down by the seat. This should be concerning, but you are not concerned. The Master is still mounted to your head. The Master is still in control. Good.
You blink again, realizing that your eyelids are quite large, and quite wide. They aren’t human.
You roll your head, trying to understand what you are dealing with. The Master is snugly clasping your head and neck, but it has grown longer than before, curling down around your ears onto your face. A long, curved seam rolls over your cheeks and above your nose, the bulk of the Master covering your eyes completely.
You blink again, marvelling at how well the interface works. The Master has somehow enhanced your vision. When you concentrate, you can see each individual vein running through the purple wall, pumping unknown fluids around the enormous organism’s body.
You feel that you should know more about the creature that controls your fate, but it’s still a mystery. The Master will tell you what you need to know, when you need to know it. Until then, you will wait calmly until it reveals its plans for you.
That doesn’t mean that you have to be entirely passive, though. Sighing, you tilt your head, trying to understand how you have been restrained. Oh. That explained a lot.
There was some kind of oval cup clasping your privates, a cerulean tube running down to the lumpy floor below. A series of tubes extends from the sides of the cup, poking into your skin. As the tubing flexes, red fluid rushes in and out of your body.
Was it some kind of dialysis machine, mixing your blood with that of the alien creature? You don’t know, but every time the tubing pulses, you feel good.
That isn’t the full extent of the strangeness, however. Your belly is quite thoroughly distended, which explains why you are feeling bloated. The bump isn’t large enough to be a baby, but there was definitely something in there!
Was it just fluid injected from the cup held over your pussy, or had something been implanted into your womb while you had been unconscious? You are certainly feeling rather wet below, ready and willing for action.
Your imagination runs wild, wondering what the Master had done to you. Were you gestating a new life for the Master? The idea was simply exhilarating!
You unconsciously strain, wanting to stroke your belly, but your hands are held back by looping vines. The Master clearly does not want you to interfere with this process, so you relax, groaning in frustration. Doesn’t the Master know how much you want to lovingly worship its progeny?
The cup over your pussy pulses with suction, a wave of pleasure rushing into you. Wonderful!
You wiggle your hips, enjoying the stimulation. Your pussy feels empty, unfortunately, so there is only so far this can go.
You bite your lip, straining, sighing as you realize that it's pointless. You won't be able to reach a climax until the Master allows it.
Sagging back, you relax, enjoying the way the Master squeezes around your skull. By now, it has completely bonded to you, interfacing fully with your brain.
It could not be removed even if you wanted to, which perfectly suits you. Master would always be with you, always telling you what to do, always in control. As it should be.
You roll your shoulders, perfectly happy with this arrangement. The motion wiggles the claws at your neck, and suddenly every sensation is enhanced.
The fluid flows out, the cup tugging on your privates with a hissing pop. Your breasts jiggle, held tight by your second skin. A pulse of pleasure trickles through your pussy as the fluid flows back in, diffusing into your flesh.
You are swollen, filled with the necessary nutrients to feed the Master's offspring. You rejoice, knowing that you are being used as a vessel for its Purpose.
What that Purpose looks like, you do not know, but your role is essential. Without you, the Master could not have gotten this far, could not have made this much progress. Master owes its continued survival to you.
This makes you happy, but you are still a little queasy. You want to understand, to embrace the Master wholeheartedly, but the only way to do that is to understand its Purpose.
You must wait. The Purpose would be revealed, in due time. The Master has promised.
Your brow furrows. When had the promise been given? You're not sure, but somehow you know that it is so.
Your discomfort eases. If it is so, then why are you worrying about it? The Purpose would be revealed when the Master wished it!
Until then, you will do as you are told. After that, you will do as you are told. The Master would remain in control either way, so why did it matter what role the Master decided to assign you?
This is all perfectly logical, but you still care. You want to be useful, want to be used. Bringing joy to the Master is your Purpose!
This realization unlocks a new perspective. Your desire to fit in with the Master's plan is creating far more stress than is necessary. Instead, you should relax and let it happen. There was no need to worry about it.
Letting out a hissing breath, you feel a wide smile settle onto your face. The tight cup pumps on your pussy, and the pleasure goes on, light pulses slowly bringing you higher and higher.
You know that you're close to the edge, but you also know that Master isn't going to let you explode, not just yet. There is a method behind this stimulation, even if you are not currently able to see it.
You grit your teeth, hissing like a steam engine. Master will have to tell you what it wants soon, or you are going to orgasm anyway!
A wet pop reverberates through the organic room, the veiny walls throbbing. A wall of pressure washes through you, a burst of fluid gushing from your pussy.
The tubing had been removed, exposing your swollen inner lips, and your hot, gaping pussy, the greenish purple flesh bulging. Your tunnel throbs, the dark hole flexing, hollow, empty.
Your need surges, and you stand, the vines whipping around your shoulders. You have been released. You are free!
The wall in front of you ripples, parting like a curtain to reveal another oval chamber opposite yours. A swirl of warm air caresses your shoulders, spreading out to rattle the lighted fronds surrounding another organic seat mounted to the floor.
There is a man sitting there, his spine placed against a rounded pole. His shoulders are pinched backwards, head tilting upwards as he scans your body. “Fancy seeing you here,” he leers, his body shuddering as purple fluid rushes up the tubing into his sides.
“Brad?” you croak out, your voice sounding muffled through the ear holes the Master had graciously provided.
The man laughs, his low chuckles stroking down your spine. “No, not Brad, but like him,” he purrs, spreading his fingers wide to frame his crotch.
You swallow, feeling the dryness run all the way down your throat. You had probably been sitting in that chair for quite some time, being prepared by your Master.
You quiver as you spot the thick length jutting up from the man's denuded pubes. It's… purple!
You swallow again, studying the veiny length, the way it swells at the head. Near the peak, it angles upwards towards the tip, where ruffled flesh is arranged in a soft semicircle. It's not quite as well defined as a human penis, but it’s definitely phallic.
The ball sack at the base is purple, too, with multiple distinct bulges. Were those actual balls, eggs, or something else?
On the exterior of his flesh is mounted diamond shaped crystal slabs. You recognize the color from the Rift you had seen outside, the dull glow looking rather delicious.
You had seen enough. You lever your legs wide, your inner lips flowering open. Gaping, they wiggle with desire, the need growing within you.
Sucking in a deep breath, you waddle forward, transfixed by the man's alien cock. Salivating, you pause in front of him, eager but restrained, waiting for the inevitable invitation.
The Brad clone grunts, shifting in his seat as a burst of purple fluid flows into him, the crystals on his ball sack glowing bright. “Come on, love, it's time to get this party started. The Master is eager to recruit a mind of Brad's caliber, as there are many logistical issues that still need to be sorted for this colony to survive.”
You nod your head. You do not understand, but you do not need to understand the Master's plan. Obedience is all that is necessary.
Besides, your bloated womb is hot with desire, your pussy weeping with lubrication. It was time to do your Master's bidding. It was time to be filled.
Sighing, you clasp your beasts as you settle onto his knees, your ass squeezing into his flesh. His hands are trapped by vine loops, as yours had been previously. You squeeze your breasts in an exaggerated motion, giving him a cheerful grin as he moans, unable to hurry the process along.
“Don't tease me, love, it's bad manners,” he protests.
“Why do you care? You are nothing more than an extension of the Master,” you whisper, arching your back to shove your breasts into his face.
The light flickers in his eyes, becoming more clinical than before. “While that might be true, I still have plenty of human urges,” he growls, his ass wiggling in the seat.
Thought so. This so-called Brad's mannerisms were nothing like that of the man you know. He would never have asked for sex in such a straightforward manner!
Indeed, what you are dealing with here is another clone. Does he possess a small seed of his own intelligence, or was he truly an extension of the Master, one of its tentacles?
This is a distinction without meaning, as far as you are concerned. Obeying the Master is joy, whether or not you are directly speaking to it.
Besides, if you feel lonely, you have a more direct way to contact the Master. You lift a hand, smiling as you caress the back of your neck, enjoying the feel of the Master's scaly skin.
It had integrated itself onto your body, and could never be removed! You sigh with satisfaction at this knowledge, giving the clone a sultry look.
The shaft of the man's dick bumps against your clit, sending a burst of pleasure rocketing into your body. He grunts, giving you a hard stare, but there's no need for further admonishment. You can't keep teasing him, because you would only be teasing yourself!
Stretching your shoulders, you let out a long hiss, your hand snaking in to grab his fat dick. It lurches in your grip, the hot length twitching.
You thrust your hips in, savoring the heat as its solid weight presses up against your pussy. Shivering, you spread out your legs, jamming your clawed feet into the organic floor.
It’s time. It's time!
Your hole cries out in joy as you lift yourself up, looking down at your lover in triumph. “For the Master!” you roar, setting the jutting tip of his dick into your gaping tunnel.
Biting your lip, you wiggle back and forth, savoring the feel as his crown sinks into your hole. He watches you with beady eyes, hunger deep in their depths.
There is a triumph there, too, the same emotion you now realize that you are tasting from your Master. Victory!
Oh, but this would be so much better with his thick dick plumbing your depths! You growl, focused completely on your trembling pussy as you begin to lower yourself down.
The throbbing length lurches inside you, the sides expanding against your tunnel to fill you completely. You close your eyes, letting go of his cock as you sink all the way down. Your ass settles against the male's public bone, your bloated belly bumping up against his chest.
You can feel him shuddering under you, more of the alien fluid spurting into his sides. Eyes hooded, he leans back, saying nothing. He knows that you will be setting the pace, that the Master is in control. He has no room to protest. All he has to do is relax and enjoy the ride.
You brace your hands on his shoulders, lightly shifting your body to better feel his length. You groan, a rush of endorphins flooding your brain. You feel the way your stomach gurgles, the Master's demands rising in the back of your brain.
That's enough edging. It's time to fuck.
You arch your back, pushing down on the clone's shoulders as you jam your feet into the soft floor, levering yourself upwards. The thick dick drops in your pussy as your bloated belly rides up over the man's belly button, your bodies bracing together.
Halting before the dick falls free, you settle yourself back down, ramming his penis back into your sopping wet tunnel. The resulting pleasure tingles up your spine, a hiss escaping your lips.
The clone presses his head into the spongy headrest, his eyes filled with lust. “Do it,” he growls. “Breed for your Master!”
He is right. This is your Purpose.
Your muscles activate again, your body lifting up. You grunt, waiting for a brief moment at the apex before settling back down with a wet squelch.
Your belly rumbles, the life within you seeming to wake up at your rough motions. It doesn't matter. Master is commanding you to fuck, and you obey.
Indeed, the command is coming more insistently now, encouraging more speed. You assent to its demands, pulling yourself up with more force, dropping back down with a quick lurch.
Your pussy plops on top of the man's wide ball sack with a heavy slap, the reverberations trembling through your clit. Dazed at the resulting pleasure, you can no longer think straight. There is only one directive. There is only one need. Breed.
You lift yourself up again, the purple skin of the man's dick catching against your insides, tickling you as wet lubrication dribbles from your snatch. You ignore the mess, increasing the pace. You can feel the pleasure growing, inevitably pushing you towards climax.
He is feeling intense pleasure, too - you can see it in his face. He won’t be able to hold back. He won't want to. He is obeying the Master. You are obeying the Master.
You are the Master's toy. You are the Master's slut. You are the Master's womb.
Letting out a continuous hiss, you lose yourself in the rocking cycles, your body undulating like a snake as you bump up against the man’s balls. The pleasure rises. The climax comes.
It is here!
You let out a whistling cry, your eyes watering as you slam your belly against his. His balls throb, squeezing alien cum up through his twitching dick, gushing into your willing womb.
Mashing your breasts into his chest, you lean in for a vicious kiss, your lips smacking together as grunts and groans escape your throats.
Your wide eyelids work to clear your blurry vision, the waving tentacles from your Master caressing his skull.
You sigh, pressing your hips against his belly as he finishes squirting the essence of the Master into you. Pleased, you lean back to take in his smooth face.
His predatory grin tells you all you need to know. You both love being creatures of the Master!
“That felt great!” you exclaim. “Are you interested in another?”
He chuckles, his belly wobbling against yours. “I would love to, but the Master needs its progeny, and you have been thoroughly fertilized!
You let out a burp, a shock of surprise shooting through your brain. Oh, yes, indeed, there was something in there vying for your attention!
You growl as a faint, painful surge seizes your organs. “Not now!” you hiss, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
You are forced to stand up, a wet spurt of lubrication dripping from your gaping hole as you gasp in pain. Your belly is more swollen than before, your womb sinking like a cannonball in your gullet.
It was time!
Backing up a step, you place your hands on your hips, jutting your pussy forward. The cramp comes again, your belly gurgling. You take in a deep breath, welcoming the pain. It's a symbol of what you've sacrificed for your Master, the obedience you have given it. That you would bear its offspring is the ultimate sign of your submission!
When the next cramp comes, you bear down, placing your hands over your belly. Come forth, oh Master’s progeny! Seek the light of day so that you may serve the greater whole!
Your body shudders as something large drops into your birth canal. You strain again, the bulge moving down towards your wet pussy.
The burn of pain is intercepted by a cool flush that ripples through your face and down your neck. The Master's tendrils are pointed straight out, the creature working to ease this birthing.
A pang of love pulses in your belly as the bulge works its way lower. The Master is helping you, as you help it. Together, you are making new life.
You massage your belly, a small noise escaping your lips as the fullness of the creature plops into the bottom of your canal. You look down with eagerness, hoping to catch a glimpse of its majesty.
Your coated skin is rippling, your purplish inner lips distending further outwards as something opaque glimmers in their depths. Focusing the lenses of your enhanced alien eyes, you strain to see what the Master has implanted within you.
There comes a jerk, and your inner lips flower open like petals. Bulging in the middle of your snatch is a rounded purple orb, a constellation of blue dots clustered around the center.
It was an eye of the Master, like the one mounted on top of your forehead.
A thrill rushes through your body. You are about to birth a new Master, bringing the joy of its demands to a new host!
You burp, wheezing as something tickles your insides. The eye rolls around, and your pussy gapes wider, brown tentacles squeezing out around the periphery.
The sensation is rather uncomfortable, but there's no stopping it now. The waving arms squirt out the sides, curling around to slap against your hips and belly.
The suckers activate, giving the creature a good hold as it works to extract the bulk of its body. You moan, wiggling your butt as its entire length pops out of your tunnel, the eye spinning as it sits on top.
Panting, you compare the differences in color to the Master sitting on top of your head. It's rather reddish and slimy, but that's probably because it hasn't yet been exposed to the oxygen in the air.
You grin as the new Master wobbles, dancing on top of your pussy. It is jerking, pulling you towards the right, treating you like a joystick. The Master on your head confirms this command, and you obey, the claws on your feet curling into the organic matter to stabilize your body as you face the flesh wall.
It ripples, parting in a familiar way, small tentacles extending from sets of holes in the ceiling to light up the new chamber.
The light is barely necessary, as mounted in the center is a glowing green pod, the sides clasped by large, fleshy claws. The sharp spikes at the top give it a foreboding feel, but you know that this is your old human brain talking.
There is no need for trepidation. This was created by the Master. You are controlled by the Master. You will accomplish its Purpose.
You wobble forward, taking slow steps as the new Master tugs at your pussy. The tingles of pleasure aren't sufficient to send you into another paroxysm of pleasure, but they are a pleasant reminder of your devotion to your Master.
Your desire to see what is in this pod, to do your Master’s bidding keeps rising, the anticipation almost as delicious as the stimulation in your pussy.
You halt in front of the pod, eyes crossing as you thrust your hips forward, presenting the new Master as demanded by the intelligence on your head.
You have become nothing more than a vessel for the Master, your body a willing shell to execute its commands. Every demand you satisfy drives your libido higher, every submission betrays your independence further. You love giving in.
You gasp as the contents of the pod shift, a black blur whipping around the sides. There is an impression of a male body and green tubing, but nothing more.
A sudden realization crawls down your back. There's only one other human who had entered the Master's belly with you. It's Brad, it has to be!
But was this the original Brad, or another clone, like the one you had just fucked to completion at the command of your Master?
The Master's tentacles ripple over your pussy, and you nod, beginning to understand. The Master had impregnated you with itself, generating a new intelligence that would integrate with Brad, bringing him into parity with you.
The two of you would become a couple, linking humanity to Master. The Master's hands, doing its bidding. A new Purpose.
You smile, waiting peacefully as green fluid splashes from the top of the tank. Motion distracts your attention from the spectacle, and you frown, realizing that you had company.
A set of hands wraps around your right shoulder, breasts pressing into your side. “Welcome to the beginning of a new age,” whispers your clone, her soft body folding into yours.
A second set of hands grabs your left shoulder, another lithe body sliding up next to you. “This crop is almost complete,” she whispers. “We shall breed a new world where all will live in harmony with the Rift.”
You hadn't noticed it earlier, but the throbbing, overbearing thrum of the Rift is all around you, a warm blanket wrapping you tight. It cannot affect you as long as the Master is joined to you, and you know that the Master will never leave.
The joy this brings is immeasurable. Your face lights up as the pod burbles further. The Master on your pussy tenses, preparing to make a leap.
A head pops out of the tank, hands grasping the alien tubing connected to the mask on the man’s face. He pulls it free, a wad of slime escaping his lips as he gurgles, flinging it away.
Hands grab at the side of the pod, frantic breathing echoing through the small chamber. His eyes blink frantically, unable to adjust to the low light levels.
He peers out at your shadowy form, a low grunt escaping his throat. “What's going on here?” he croaks out. “Did you manage to get help?”
You lick your lips, letting out a chuckling hiss. “Oh, yes, I definitely brought help,” you purr, thrusting your hips forward.
The Master springs forth like a stone from a sling, launching directly for the man's blurry face. He lets out a yelp as the tentacles wrap around his head, his hands losing their grip on the pod.
His body splashes backwards, the fluid roiling with bubbles. The large claws at the top of the pod grow longer, tilting forward to embrace the capsule.
There would be no escape. Brad would bond with his new Master, and accept its Purpose.
Hissing with pleasure, your hand immediately moves to your clit, rubbing the bulging flesh as it swells with your arousal. Your clone sisters coo on either side, grabbing your breasts and stroking your flesh.
The suit tightens around your body, the claws clicking against your throat as a reminder of the gift the Master has given you.
The Master squeezes your skull, its eyelids flipping back and forth. You do not control this reaction. You do not control yourself.
You are its slave. You are a harnessed instrument of its Purpose.
You will breed.
You will spread.
You will submit.
Your life belongs to the Master.
Your will belongs to the Master.
You will orgasm for the Master.
Obey.
