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SPIRALS: PART FOUR By T-Vixen Karen Derrickson is a shy, kind and thoughtful girl who has recently discovered that she is the inheritor of an alien genetic code which is actually the physical and psychic remnants of an ancient alien species. Now she is in a deep trance, mediating with her previous, alien self and perhaps fighting for her very identity as a human being. Little does she know that many events are about to converge at her home...! NOTE: This is the continuation of an ongoing science-fantasy story. Please read all previous parts. Although sex is a big part of this story, a lot of other things happen in it too. WARNING: This part of the story contains incest, rape and brutality! In the Colorado town of Glory Falls, there is a small and unassuming house in which was unfolding a drama that would determine the fate of Earth and all its inhabitants. In one of the bedrooms of this home, a naked young woman lay on her bed, curled up in a fetal position with her feet up to her neck. Though technically a woman, she existed in a state of being quite foreign to humans. At the point of her crotch she bore not the genitals of a female, but the large and swollen set one expected to see on a male porn star. At this moment, she was in the act of self-inflicted fellatio, suckling on the bluish colored organ. The heat of her passions so warmed her flesh, the sweat on her body was steaming off of her. This woman, Karen Derrickson, was at this moment sending her soul into a psychic plane where past and present existed simultaneously. She was also, perhaps, fighting for her sanity and humanity, deep in communication with an alien ghost that was her previous self many life times ago. *** "So, how did it turn out?" Karen asked. Melonia's face turned dark, the way Karen's did when she was suffering one of her severe moods swings with depression. "Very, very badly," the zengi whispered. At that instant, the scene once again shimmered, and all was totally different. Gone was the lovely little house in which the two love-struck zengi had lived. Instead, Karen found her self standing in a large open area, which seemed to be the central plaza of the town where Henengi and Melonia lived. There were crowds about her; zengi who wailed and wept not just with sorrow, but with a sense of fear and unease. Spinning around to take in the view, Karen saw a large cart drawn by two reptilian creatures parked at the center of the plaza. She knew this was the center of the attention of the crowds, so she began to walk towards it, pushing her way through the blue and purple-furred masses. As she approached, she observed a figure wearing some kind of ceremonial robe and cowl, hunched down and quivering before the vehicle. The wails and screams of anguish coming from this prostrate figure touched something deep and primal in Karen, filling her with dread. Whatever this was, it meant no good to anyone who lived in this area. Without even thinking, Karen knew that she was looking at Melonia, the real Karen Derrickson, wallowing in the dust. Upon the cart, Karen could see the object the hooded form moaned and gibbered over. It was the body of Henengi, broken and bloody. The corpse had been terribly mangled, the skin stripped and peeled away from the torso and legs; the tail and ears severed. Now some group of wicked zengi carried these "trophies" of their murder, proud in their ability to bring agony to those who did not fit their idea of mental patterns. Karen even noticed that the skull had been smashed open, and the brains torn out to be desecrated. Perhaps among the zengi, this was a particularly vile thing to do, given their innate psyhic natures. Unlike ancient humans, who took so long to figure that the brain, and not the heart, was the seat of thought and feeling, the zengi probably learned about the nature of the brain early on in their development. The cloaked form slowly rose, and began to speak to her. Melonia said, "See Karen, see how they rewarded our efforts to bring unconditional love to them? I told hir not to go. Shi came back safe the first few times, but each success bred in hir more and more desire to go out again, spreading our gift to others. I begged and begged hir to stop. There were enough breeders now; the gift would become self sustaining. But shi couldn't stop! Giving the gift to others is addictive. It fills you with such joy and power, how can anyone want to resist the urge to pass it on, and create an ever growing family of loving and faithful sisters?!" The slim figure then shuddered violently, and continued, "So Karen, now you see the beginning of the darkness. A terrible time; one we must never forget." Karen stuttered slightly, numbed by the horror around her. She said, "And s-so, there were w-wars? The "Prowlers" found out, and started to crusade against you and your sisterhood?" "Oh yes, Karen, there were wars," Melonia responded. "But the Prowlers alone were not the cause. You see, Karen, I had to make you come here and witness this atrocity you are about to see. You have to know this, if you are to embrace your new life as a zengi." With that Melonia turned to face Karen. The human woman, so used to scenes of violence and cruelty amongst her race on Earth, still gasped in revulsion and fear at what she saw. In one hand the brilliant zengi shaper held a huge syringe, with which she had stabbed hirself again and again in hir genitals and stomach. It was obvious to Karen that shi had injected and overdosed hirself with a huge amount of hir serum. Worse yet, in the other hand shi held a jagged and blood encrusted rock, which Karen somehow knew had been used to smash open the skull of hir beloved upon the cart. Melonia's pretty face was smeared and soaked in blood and clotted gore, the remnants of a cannibalistic feast. Karen was left now with no need to guess what had become of Henengi's brain. As Karen bent her spiritual form over to wretch and vomit upon the ground, Melonia staggered towards her, grinning the smile of a lunatic. A strange light glowed in hir feral eyes, and shi giggled and said, "Dear dear Karen? Why are you so upset? Didn't you swear that you loved Henengi beyond death itself? What better honor to give hir than to take hir very memories and ideals, and consume them within yourself; to add hir protein and molecules to your very being? I perfected the serum, Karen, made it stronger. Now, shi can never die. Shi is immortal, within you. Isn't that so... beautiful?" Karen stood up and stepped back from the deranged creature. She knew that even amongst aliens like the zengi, cannibalism was an aberrant behavior, and the sign of insanity. She began to weep, and shook her head back and forth, screaming, "Why?! Why are you showing me this?! I tried so hard to forget this, to put it behind me! Goddess damn you, you evil bitch! What is the purpose of showing me this?!" The zengi dropped hir implements of insanity, and grabbed Karen by the shoulders. Shi pulled close, and Karen could smell the stench of death of hir lips. As shi slowly kissed Karen, who was powerless to stop the familiar tasting gore from entering her own mouth, she could hear Melonia's voice in hir head. "You wanted the truth, you said," the voice coldly answered her question. "This is your truth, Karen. Haven't you wondered why, growing up, you always were suffering those sullen and terrible mood swings? Those fights with depression? It wasn't just the typical teen angst, or the loss of your father you never knew. You have a dark and evil heart, Karen. When you saw love dead on that cart, you lost part of your soul, and became a Dark Goddess. You wanted nothing more than to punish all who opposed the dream. Welcome to our new world, sweet heart. On this day you went stark, raving mad..." *** Rebecca Goldstein, gynecologist and now thrall to the pleasures of her Mastress Karen Derrickson, sat on an exercise pad on the raised porch of her small apartment. She was overlooking the little lake near her home, and knew that the sun would soon be setting within a couple of hours. She enjoyed her porch and her sunsets. She would often meditate and practice yoga, having time to puzzle over the meanings of life while keeping herself fit and trim. Now she was thinking about what had happened to her earlier that afternoon, when she had been blessed by the Mastress with the sacred seed. Already, the lips of her vagina were blue, itching and swollen, coming together and fusing to form the sack of a scrotum like her Mastress had. Her clitoris was growing too, now the size of a man's thumb and forming skin about it. Soon she would have a large penis like her Mastress. Even now these changes were forming a notable bulge in the skin tight blue leotards she was wearing. As she lay on her stomach, and pulled her legs over her back and almost to her neck, she pondered what it would be like to be a hermaphrodite. In her mind was the whispering of a male-ness she had always felt was hiding in her, and now was growing stronger each passing minute as her genes and cells changed. She had spent a little time looking at her Mastress's cell samples, and compared them to some of her own. It was amazing all the genetic changes that were occurring. Becky had always been a woman strong in will and body, who prided herself on being who she wanted to be. Her parents had had three daughters, and she was the eldest. It fell upon her to be her father's "surrogate son", and so she had followed tradition and gone into medical school. "My daughter, the Jewish doctor," she chuckled to herself. Becky found the whole situation fascinating. As a doctor and scientist, she wanted to carefully chart each little change in body and mind. No doubt, she was turning into an alien being, something humanity had never seen before. But instead of fear and despair, the whole thing intrigued her mind and stimulated her sexuality. Earlier, after getting home from her experience with Karen at her office, she began a journal of notes about her changes, and now this book and a pen sat beside her on the mat. As she stretched her lean and now more muscular body, she marveled at the seamless blending of man and woman she was becoming. Looking at her body in the mirror a few minutes before, she had observed that she was developing a six pack stomach, the way some female body builders did. Now her growing erection rubbed on the mat, leaking a fluid that was staining her leotards. Unable to bear it any longer, she unfolded herself, and peeled off the bottom of her outfit. She lay down on the mat and with one hand stroked her new growing organ, while with the other hand she kneaded her breasts and pulled at her nipples through the leotard's fabric. No matter how masculine she might become, there was no indication that her breasts or buttocks would change from the feminine norm. She pulled and tweaked her little cock, and noticed that she was growing a foreskin. It made her wonder if she would need to get a circumcision. Soon an orgasm rippled over her, and she gave a long and happy sigh. There was one thing that did trouble her though. She reached up and rubbed the pendant she wore about her neck. It was a glistening golden star with six points. Rebecca was not a full practicing Jew. She ate kosher, in part because she was almost a vegetarian in diet anyways, and she went to the synagogue once in a great while, but the needs of her patients kept her from practicing the Sabbath strictures. But Rebecca was very proud of her Jewish ancestry. Every year she returned home to her mother, now that her father had passed away, and helped with the Seder meal at Passover. She liked helping her sisters practice Chanukah with their children. And of course, there was the all important Yom Kippur, the time of atonement, giving and asking for forgiveness. It gave her a strong sense of family and community spirit, even if she didn't follow all the orthodoxy her father had wanted her to. And in this, there was the one nagging doubt in Rebecca's mind. The human part of her was scared that loving the Mastress and serving her would mean turning her back on God and her people. Would God curse her for this? She remembered the words, "Thou shalt have no gods before me". Was the Mastress her new goddess? Would Karen insist that shi be obeyed unconditionally? No, she was sure that Karen wouldn't do that. Karen was thoughtful and kind, and valued life and freedom. But, shi was a new being, one which Rebecca was now bonded to body and soul. These thoughts darkened Becky's mood, and so at first she did not hear the sound of a car roaring up to driveway. Then she was shaken from her meditations by the blaring of a car horn. She got up and ran to the edge of the porch and saw the car of Claire Beaumont parked in her drive. As Becky put on her leotard bottom and slippers and then ran to the vehicle, she could see a frantic looking Claire in the driver's seat motioning to her. As the window came down, Becky leaned into the car and exclaimed, "Sister, what has happened?! You look and feel like terror its self!" Claire's eyes were weepy; it was obvious she had been crying on the way to Rebecca's. She answered, "Oh God, oh God Becky! It's Raymond! He's so sick! I didn't know what to do, and I knew you knew about me and what had happened to us! I thought you'd know what to do!" Becky pulled back a blanket from the rear seat, where a naked Raymond Beaumont lay curled up into almost a fetal position. His body was a mass of quivering muscle, covered in a sheen of moisture. Even with his dark skin, the gynecologist could see that the man's sweat had a strong violet tinge to it. "By the Mastress!" Becky said with shock. "Claire, sister, you remember the Mastress's commands? We were not to try and seduce or convert others. Shi specifically said not to do anything to Ray." Claire cried back, "I did obey! I swear I did! I tried to keep away from Ray, but he was drawn to me like a bee to honey! I couldn't fight him off with a stick! It was like something kept making him want to hug and kiss me all the time!" Becky sniffed at her leotard, and then at Claire's dress. Both times she smelled the sweet, cloying odor like what Mastress Karen had. She nodded her head in agreement. "It's the pheromones, Claire," she said. "We're sweating the perfume that our Mastress does. It must compel those who are like us to mate and serve. Raymond must be one of us, or at least bear enough of our being that he feels the need to change." "Sister, we've got to get him to Mastress Karen!" Claire wailed. "At first he reacted to me like we did to the Mastress, but then he suddenly collapsed with a scream. He's going into shock, and his pulse and breathing are very erratic. We never had such a reaction to the smell!" Becky nodded in agreement again. She had seen Ray many times, and he was a large and strong black man with an excellent bill of health. However, there was something in his metabolism, or may be his mind, that was interfering with the connection made by the pheromones, and the psychic link they were all beginning to form with each other. "We go now, Claire. There's no time to waste." And with that, the doctor threw herself into the back of the car, while Claire stomped on the gas. Tires screaming, the vehicle lurched down the drive and onto the road, and then sped off. Rebecca gripped her Star of David and prayed to God that their Mastress could help them. *** The scene changed again, and Karen found herself as Melonia, within the body of the mad scientist. Several years had gone by, and the nature of the zengi had changed terribly. With the new serum, Melonia had enlarged the empathic nodes of hir mind, and those of the zengi who were infected by hir genetics. Shi used these links to control them: Those who bowed to hir and obeyed hir felt ecstasy in hir presence. It was if they were insanely in love with hir, wanting to build hir dreams and bear kits in hir honor. The towns became cities, great temples of living ceramic that shi designed; filled with idols of hir and hir beloved Henengi. Some followers mutated to the point that they were almost clones of hir body and mind called "breeders" and "controllers", traveling the lands and enforcing hir imperial will upon all under hir rule. Those who refused and fought against hir control, shi bombarded with the deepest terrors and fears torn from the pits of their minds. Shi exposed all the faults and weaknesses within their souls, and paraded them as visions around their friends and families to leave them open to ridicule and worse... For the zengi, the most terrible fate was to be ostracized, cast out from society. Those who resisted hir were eventually killed or driven physically into the wilderness. But worse, shi raped their minds with hir powers, burning out their nodes and leaving them blind to the psychic pulse of the world around them. It was like a form of lobotomy, something that any human would dread as much as a zengi would. And, as shi gained more converts, shi gained more power. The collective will that formed made hir the queen bee of the hive, and with such absolute power shi became a corrupted and vile shadow of hirself. Shi became the "Dark Goddess", shi who with one hand gave pleasure and delight, while with the other gave horror and sorrow. All that mattered to hir was the dream of unification; bringing all zengi into one great family. Nothing would stop Henengi's dream from coming true. Nothing at all. And to those who had started this, what was their fate? Many of the towns and cities by that time had been sexually infiltrated by the infected. It was not hard at all to discover through hir spies which areas hosted the largest groups of Prowlers. Those areas not directly responsible were given the chance to surrender peacefully to hir "benevolent rule". At first, many of these towns and cities welcomed hir. They had been influenced by those living amongst them who were infected, and they had slowly and subconsciously brought into the populations discontent with the never ending feuds and killings. It seemed that, under Melonia's rule, there would be peace and harmony, and there was. However, the price could be very, very steep. The heads of these families, the eldest and most powerful zengi, shi fought and destroyed. Shi would tolerate no one who could come close to hir level of power. Those areas controlled by the Prowler factions received no mercy. They were stormed, from outside and within, by hir most fanatical warriors. These zengi, like the breeders and controllers, lived to die at hir command. Melonia had turned hir organs into a genetics factory, producing all sorts of retro-viruses and hormones. She had used hir semen to alter and mutate these troops into killers, preferring to slay with claw and fang, rather than sword or even venom gun. They were fearless, and the destruction they wrought was some of the worst ever seen in zengi history. Karen watched cities burn at hir command; families butchered or driven to the wilderness. Shi particularly enjoyed it when shi or hir breeders would take the youngest adults captive, and personally sodomized them, using their powerful collective will to break their spirits and mutate their flesh and minds to serve hir. This raping treatment sometimes worked, resulting in faithful if somewhat dim witted servants. Sometimes the victims died horribly, their spirits and bodies not being able to handle the stress of forced conversion. Melonia didn't care; the process only aroused hir even more, and shi found hirself often masturbating at the thought of it. All that mattered was that, one way or another, the dream would come true. Karen loathed hirself. Through all these paraded images of horror, shi understood a universal truth: Evil was in everyone. As a cynical and bitter teenager, shi had always taken this as a given. Many youngsters seem to think the world is a "sucky place", filled with mean and unforgiving people. But now, Karen could truly see how absolutely horrific shi was capable of being. Even as shi sat upon hir mobile throne, carried across the realms by hordes of adoring sex crazed slaves, shi wept bitter tears of self hatred. The true dream was dying, even as hir insane mind struggled to make it become a reality. "Please, please kill me!" shi screamed at the thralls massed about hir. "Someone, have the courage and will to do it! Goddess strike me down!" Shi heard hir own voice inside hir head say, "Yes, yes do you know how many times part of us begged for death? But then, we thought of Hennie, and what they did to hir. The black heart, the madness comes over us Karen, and all we desire is revenge! Revenge for Hennie!" Then, they came to the last stronghold. Along the way, hir slaves had left the corpses of tens of thousands of resisters across the miles to fertilize the land. After all, planting season was coming soon, and shi would require a great deal of food for hir people. As the bright white sun burned above hir army, like the eye of an enraged god, they came to the outskirts of the city state of Digendo. Shi had decided to save the best for last, for this was the home of hir beloved, and the place where shi had been brutally murdered. For these people, there would be no mercy, and shi would not sully hir mind with their thoughts and feelings. They would be butchered, and buried in their burning ruins. Shi would torch their books, their art, everything about them. Perhaps, shi would one day figure out how to erase the very memory of them from hir thralls, so that these people would totally cease to have ever been. As shi prepared hir army for the siege, one of hir favorite thralls came to hir. Kidenda was a runner, a zengi Melonia had altered into a swift and lean being designed to travel vast distances quickly to deliver items and messages that had to be carefully secreted from place to place. The svelte and sinuous creature prostrated hirself before hir Dark Goddess, and with loving and frightened eyes, looked up and delivered a message: There was a visitor to their encampment: The sister of Henegi... *** "My God, what do we do?" the old man said to himself. Michael Knowles, two star general and head of the US Army's little known Unit for Strange Phenomena, sat at his desk and stared at maps of the world. Several areas were marked with a red tint, indicating places where large numbers of New Blue infected had been detected undergoing the "pre-mutation" effect that Dr. Solvang had discussed with them only minutes before. Also on the table was a glass half filled with scotch. It was not the first time that day, nor the last, that the glass would have liquor in it. His aide, Captain Daniel Hollister, sat across from him and also pondered how America, or the world for that matter, could survive the upcoming events. He looked over the maps, and took note of the greatest concentrations. There was California, Florida, Las Vegas in Nevada, and Colorado was especially dense. Around the world it was Bangkok and Southeast Asia in general, much of India, the eastern coast of Brazil, eastern Africa and the Middle East. China had some large outbreaks, especially in the southern regions. Europe also had little enclaves scattered all over; tiny areas of high density in the major cities. But every continent had a least some reports of the New Blue effects. "Well, we have our work cut out for us, Dan," the general mumbled. "To be honest, though the government has a plan for just about anything, I never really took the USP as something more than just a weird branch of our Army. Sort of like the guys who specialize in "psychic warfare", "wormhole teleportation", and stuff like that. Now we have this to deal with." "What is our work, general?" the younger man asked. "I mean, how do we even begin to approach this? Solvang was predicting that if all of these people suddenly turned into monsters overnight, it would be... what was the number?" "Over five hundred million have enough alien material to complete the transformation totally," the general answered. "Five hundred million humans. That's spouses, children, parents, you name it. It seems to run in families, somewhat skipping generations, but not always. There's no rhyme or reason to it. It just seems to exist of its' own accord." "What's strange to me, general," Dan said, "is how it's not more scattered. Look at this, how it's in very large clusters, almost like nodes. Do you think that over time this alien intelligence has been planning to be so concentrated? That would be a dangerous thing to do. If I were it, I would scatter myself to the point that no one could entrap most of my being in any one place." "Well, we are fortunate that it has chosen to do that," Knowles answered. "It will make containment and management easier. Dan, we're talking martial law here, on a world wide scale. The UN has never had to do such a thing before. If this does get out of control, our country will have to put millions of people under arrest. How can we do that? And the panic that would ensue! You'd have people killing each other all day long, terrified of what their own offspring have become." Dan sighed, and said, "You know, it's ironic isn't it? Many people, especially over the last fifty years, have fantasized about meeting alien beings. Now we have them about to spring up all over the place, and we're talking about catching or killing them. They've been in us all this time. How sad. How sad." Knowles also sighed. "It will be a bloodbath if we don't somehow manage this," he murmured. "First off, Solvang predicts that there is a core intelligence located here." He pointed his finger at Colorado. "How else do you explain the concentration there per capita? The town of Glory Falls is a good large area, over two hundred and fifty thousand people, nearly the size of Aurora. But the numbers of infected are staggering. Practically all of the teens and young adults are reported to have New Blue by now. Imagine if only a quarter of them were pre-mutating! That's the core! Why else would such an area, so out of the way from the major cities of the east and west, have such a dense concentration of converts?" Dan looked over the map of Glory Falls, and added, "Further research shows that for the last fifteen or sixteen years, the area has seen a massive increase in the number of young families going there to create homes. The town prides itself on being a close knit community, despite their blooming size. Do you think that subconsciously, or subliminally, the alien intelligence is mandating that they go there and prepare to change?" "That's what it looks like, Dan," Knowles replied. "They are like bees, attracted to their queen. I just wonder how the hell Solvang understands all of this. It's like he has some knowledge that he's sitting on. I don't trust him." Hollister nodded in agreement, but then said, "Well sir, he's the only crap game in town. Without him, we'd be completely in the dark that this alien invasion was even happening. May be, if we can deal with their "queen bee", as you called it, we can stop this from ever starting." "Otherwise, God help us all," Knowles added. "God help us all." "I'll start mobilizing the troops to infiltrate the area, sir," Dan said. "We'll have Rangers to assault and Spec Ops ready to assassinate if necessary. I think capture would be best though, so we can learn more about what's going on. And of course, we'll have to screen out any soldiers that have New Blue for this operation." The general nodded in agreement, and took another swig of scotch. As Hollister left the room, he almost began to sob from the stress and tension. What were they going to do? What was he going to do? He thought of his wife, Cynthia, at home right now. A woman he had just married months ago. A woman he had met in Colorado while stationed there. A woman who had New Blue... *** Senator Alvin McLangley was a prudent and pragmatic man. He had found much of what Dr. Joseph Solvang had talked about so incredible as to beggar his imagination. How on Earth could a problem like this even exist? If not for the evidence gathered around the world by Solvang and his associates in the CDC and the United Nations Health Organization, he would have thought the whole thing was an awfully written horror story. The scenarios portrayed by the maps and figures were absolutely terrifying. If this change was to occur suddenly, and over a few days, the Earth would be absolutely over ran by beings from another world. Worse, beings who had infiltrated humanity on every social and political level imagined. Even groups like the police and military must have members that were "sleepers"; aliens in disguise waiting to awaken and take over the world. He passed by a sobbing Captain Hollister, and wondered at how hard this news would hit everyone in the world as it became public knowledge. As he came around a corner, he ran into Dr. Lana Monroe and Dr. Joseph Solvang. The young red-headed woman was vibrant and full of nervous energy, and struck the Senator as a poor match to the tall and sinister looking man who seemed almost like death warmed over. McLangley had spent his life reading people's motives and desires, an absolute survival tactic needed if one was to be in politics. He kept feeling as though Solvang was holding something back, and he wanted more information. "Hello, doctors," he said, offering his hand to them. Solvang returned his shake, though Lana's arms were too filled with paperwork to do so. McLangley could tell who was the senior partner right off the bat. He turned to Solvang and said, "Doctor, I have some questions for you outside of your presentation. They have to do with later conditions. Say, what if we fail to stop these creatures from evolving from our people?" "Well, Senator," the gaunt man replied, "Dr. Monroe and I are on our way to our mobile facility here. Why don't you come with us, and we will discuss your concerns." As they began to leave the facility, Alvin started the session by asking, "Doctor, do you really believe that all five hundred million or more people will turn into some kind of monsters? If so, what would they turn into?" "That is hard to say, but we have some ideas," Solvang answered. "We have done studies on tissue cultures, and found that the majority of successful forced mutation occurs in the cells of those between ages of twelve or thirteen years, up to about thirty-five. It almost never occurs in those younger; the genetic material seems to be inert until hormones produced at puberty are introduced. Then it activates and becomes capable of transformation, though we've never triggered a full transformation." "Why not," the Senator asked. Lana Monroe answered, saying, "Well, there seems to be certain codes that are missing, which we think need to be introduced into a host in order to cause the awakening and trigger the transformation. Children also need the changes of puberty just to allow such a code access to the rest of the alien material in their cells. Elderly people have their own set of problems." "Really?" McLangley said. "Are they also not likely to change?" "For a different reason though," Lana responded. "After thirty-five or forty, the body's changes are so slow and methodical it seems that the alien material becomes deactivated. Even when hormones are introduced, the results are so sporadic that if an elderly person was forced to change, we think they would... well... fall apart on a cellular level. They would just die from masses of organ failures as the cells tried desperately to alter themselves out of synch with each other." As they left the main bunker and headed outside, the Senator shuddered, and was thankful that he did not have New Blue like other people he knew. He then said, "Do you think their intention was to destroy most of our elderly?" Solvang answered, "We have no way of knowing exactly what their intentions are, but it is obvious that they need those with young and healthy bodies for their transformations. That is sinister in and of its self. Discounting children with the potential for getting New Blue, and the elderly who either have it or could get it but wouldn't survive the transformation, the final total of transformees is probably more about three hundred million." "That's still about five percent of Earth's population, plus a huge chunk of the most active and constructive people," McLangley said with a grimace. "This New Blue though, it seems to be more of a symptom than the disease itself. Is that correct?" Monroe chirped in, "Well Senator, let's just say that we were able to create New Blue symptoms in some people's cell cultures artificially, while many other cell cultures had no reaction to the disease at all. In fact, we have recently learned that there are many individuals that are immune to New Blue, despite large amounts of sexual activity even with those that have the full blown infection. That means that the New Blue virus is only a very tiny part of the equation, but would be an excellent physical indicator that someone is actually an alien." As they began to enter the airlocks of another bunker, one which was gigantic and traveled on massive tank treads, Solvang turned about with a skull-like grimace and said, "However, we most not be complacent. Many without New Blue symptoms are capable of getting it. All humans have some of the alien genetic material, even if only in tiny amounts. These beings probably planted their seed here millions of years ago, and if so, all of humanity may have evolved under their influence. If we were to have enough contact with these creatures, it could force a transformation in all but the most genetically pure of our species. Plus, there are possibly other, more terrible ways to be converted." The Senator shuddered again, both at what Solvang had said, and at the way he had said it. "What are you talking about Doctor? It occurs to me that if these beings are here to invade us, they chose a poor way to do it. Where would they get their advanced technology to destroy our military, or continue to infect and convert others? They might be able to cobble together stuff from our technology, but how would they even know what their original species and technology was like? They're millions of years out of the loop. Their ancestor species could be totally extinct by now." As they passed out of the airlocks, designed to quarantine the facility completely, Lana replied, "Well, Senator, we did discover a few things about the aliens. Due to our genomic mapping, we know what alien genes map very similar to our own, and by and large these creatures are very similar to us. Of course, they are not exactly like us in every detail, but they are humanoid, and show traits common to primates and feline animals. The fact that they can co-exist in our cell structure means that they can breathe our air and eat anything we can eat. You could consider them kissing cousins to us. The most curious thing about them is their gender structure." "What do you mean?" Alvin asked. "Well," Lana replied, "they don't have gender. We can't determine all of the details, but apparently we think they are hermaphrodites, being able to be both male and female at the same time. This must give them a fairly high reproductive rate." "So, they could hope to outbreed us," the Senator added. "But still, they're so few. Also, here's another point: What if they're friendly? May be their intention is to use what knowledge they have to help us. Of course I'm sure it would be very difficult for us to just accept that our neighbors have changed form over night. Religions would have to adapt dramatically to the presence of alien life, or else collapse from the paradoxes. Then the initial contacts would be daunting at best, catastrophic at worst. And of course, as an American I would always be concerned over their threat to our security, especially if they turned out to be more sympathetic to communism or Islamic-fascism. And the ramifications of trying to assimilate such populations into our citizenry..." Solvang spun around, his face twisting into a look of rage, and he hissed at McLangley, "Dear, dear Senator, please try to consider what you are contemplating! Even with good intentions, these creatures have done an abominable thing to our species. There are now amongst us, as people who have lived their lives as humans. They have had human dreams and hopes, grown and suffered as human beings. They've married, had children, and now have pinned their existence to the evolution of EARTH'S HUMANITY! These... things... are about to lose all that. Their lives are lies!" "Just think about it, Senator, the true horror of it!" he continued. "You are a typical Joe America. You have worked to have the great American Dream. You're married with kids, you have friends and family. Then one day... BANG! You wake up and realize that you are not who you are! All you ever were was a lie, and now you are someone else, brand new, with a new purpose and design on life. Can you accept this, or would you spin into a vortex of insanity as your human side fights with your alien side?" "Or worse, your original existence may be wiped out, and erased from your being. Who can say that these beings do not have some device, here or in orbit, or even on the moon, that is capable of downloading into their minds all that is needed for them to know. The original human being ceases to exist, his memory over written like the bad sector on a floppy disk, or like re-recording over an old audio tape!" "You wonder if they will be friendly to us? What does that matter?! These creatures may be ready to commit the equivalent of cold-blooded murder against hundreds of millions of our species! Do you think we should take their offer of space travel, teleportation, or even a better way to cook TV dinners in return for them parasitically stealing our bodies?!" Alvin McLangley almost fainted at the thought of that. What if it would be like murder. Massed and permanent amnesia of millions of humans; the greatest tragedy in human history. Lana Monroe only nodded in agreement to what Solvang said. The scientist threw open the last door into one of the labs, and entered it. He turned to Lana, and exclaimed, "He needs to know what we have done! He needs to get such notions out of his head!" Lana cried out, "No, wait! You said it wasn't time yet! What if he tells?!" "Oh, he won't tell anyone, not after he sees what we have to show him!" Solvang answered. "When he sees the things we have created from traces of the alien DNA! He'll be all to glad to help us!" Alvin yelled, "What?! Show me what, Doctor?! I knew you were hiding something!" The scientist punched a series of number codes into a wall panel, and the entire wall section began to slide back. He grinned at McLangley, and said, "Well Senator, welcome to my kennel!" From behind the wall, the senator could hear the wails and growls of unimaginable things... *** Mandy was enjoying her time with Sarah, the woman who had been her birth mother, but was quickly becoming her obsessed love slave. The two nude women cuddled together on the living room sofa, and Mandy found pleasure in going into Sarah's mind and tweaking the happy memories of their time together as mother and infant daughter. They replayed their happier times, of birthday parties and cheerleader competitions at football matches. Christmas gifts and the pet cat Mandy had many years ago: Happy, joyful times. She enjoyed the sighs of contentment her mother and now near thrall gave her. Mandy needed to do this thing, because the rest of her mind was suddenly being filled with dark clouds of doom. These feelings emanated from the direction of Karen's room, where she knew that her sister, and Mastress, was locked in some kind of terrible struggle with her own self. Mandy wanted to help. She wanted to hold her Mastress, and lead her through the terrors and darkness, even though Mandy had no idea why she should fear what was happening to Karen. It was as if there was a very, very strong bond between them, one that had started eons ago and was now coming to a head. Suddenly, the door to their living room flew open, and Mandy saw Rebecca Goldstein and Claire Beaumont pulling a quivering man into their house. Mandy recognized the naked form as Claire's husband, Raymond Beaumont. She jumped up with Sarah, and all four women sat Raymond down onto the couch and began wiping the lavender sweat from his cold flesh. "Mandy, sister, quick bring the Mastress to us!" Claire cried out. "She must know how to fix this!" "I can't, I'm sorry," Mandy replied, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "Mastress is fighting for her life in her bedroom. She has commanded that we leave her be. We can't break her desire." Claire wailed piteously, and said, "Oh God, oh Mastress! I'm going to lose my husband and mate!" Becky looked at Mandy, and saw how well formed her hermaphrodism had evolved. She said, "Mandy, you were infected long before us, right? You're the most like Karen, right?" Mandy nodded yes. Then Becky said, "You must attempt to inseminate Raymond, and try to finish the Great Plan." Mandy shook her head no vigorously. "I don't think I can do it, Becky!" she exclaimed. "I mean, Karen is the Mastress. I don't have the right to try and awaken him, if he's even one of us!" Becky said, "I am sure Ray is one of us, but I have no idea why he is having so much trauma with the change. Can you use your empathy to find out why?" Mandy answered, "I will try my best Becky. If Ray is one of our sisters, I must do what I can. Claire, I think that the more of us there are involved in this, the better it will work. I want everyone to help me." With an unusual amount of strength and seriousness, Mandy sat down and gently laid Ray's head onto her lap. The black man's tightly curled hair was drenched with sweat, but she ran her fingertips over his scalp, and he began to quiet down. Then, she told the others to touch him with their hands and mouths, stroking and licking his flesh so that he would become more and more relaxed and aware of their presence. Claire and Becky stripped themselves naked, their fully formed male genitals now hanging free and dripping with purple pre-cum. They began to stroke and pleasure Ray, with Claire having the place of honor suckling her lover's erection. Mandy closed her eyes, and began to envision holding Claire's hand. Suddenly, Claire materialized next to her, and they began to walk together through a fog into Ray's mind. "Hold my hand Claire, tightly," she said. "I know that you're going to need to talk to Ray, and he'll be better off if he knows you are here during his change." Claire obediently followed Mandy's lead. She didn't know why, but in this mindscape Mandy seemed very self-controlled and a natural leader. So much for the common belief that the girl was a fluff-headed bimbo of no use to anyone. But if Claire had learned anything over the last few hours since her transformation with Karen, it was that no one is truly what they seem to be. Around them a scene began to form, a great expansive plain alongside a road. They realized that they were standing in what would have been fallow fields on Earth; fields waiting to be worked for sowing seed and growing crops. However, this field bore a terrible addition to it. What appeared to be lines of scarecrows, stretched across the lengths of the road, turned out on closer inspection to be far more horrible. Claire and Mandy both gasped and put their hands to their mouths and faces. The stretched figures were the corpses of some kind of alien life, impaled by long sharpened stakes through their anuses and out their necks. These bodies appeared human-like, but bore furred bluish or violet skin and long tails. They also appeared to be she-males like Claire and Mandy had become, though with two pairs of breasts. Although Claire just wept at the sight of such brutality, Mandy had a terrible sense of recognition, much like deja vu. Somehow, she knew that she was related to these creatures. A piercing shriek of anguish penetrated their senses, and they turned about to see where it may have come from. In a nearby field, there lay one of the creatures, alive but thrashing about wildly and frothing insanely at the mouth. The two transforming women moved quickly towards the figure, and as they approached, Claire gave a scream of recognition. "Raymond!" she cried out. Mandy noticed the look of the cat-like being in the dirt. Shi was covered in fur, tailed and four-breasted like the others, but bore a facial look very similar to Ray's. This one was wearing a harness, and had what appeared to be knife-like weapons and digging tools nearby. Shi also bore tattoos through hir fur; geometric spirals and lines that formed a pattern. In her mind, Mandy heard Becky's voice yell out, "Mandy, Ray is getting worse! It's like he's making him self have a heart attack! Whatever is going on in there, you've got to snap him out of it! He'll die soon!" Claire threw her naked self over the alien version of Ray, and cried, "Ray! Please baby, please! You've gotten listen to me! It's Claire, your momma! Come on, baby, you've got to grab on to me and we'll ride this through! Come on, baby, do it for momma! I love you!" The creature stopped shaking for a moment, and with feline eyes, looked at Claire in the face. Hir mouth opened with terror, and shi screamed back, "Oh Goddess, oh Goddess, you punish me with visions of my sins! Please kill me now!" With a stern and strong voice, very different from her normal self, Mandy said, "You bear the markings of a soldier of the Great One. This is no fit behavior for you. You were given a command by hir, or one of hir controllers. What is your name? Why do you balk at your duty? The alien Ray looked up at Mandy, and said, "You, you are a breeder! I am Solusa, pride of our living Goddess and hir will made flesh. Shi brings us joy, and terror. Shi must be obeyed. I was sent, along with others, to do this work. The others have disappeared, and I can't see them anymore." "What was your task?!" Mandy demanded. "Answer me quickly, or I shall see that you will never receive again the pleasure of hir or hir breeder's penis entering into your flesh again! "To take the bodies of our enemies, and prepare them to fertilize the lands," the being responded. "We hang them up, for days, to ripen in the sun, and then till them into the soil. It is our way to show love to the living Goddess. We give back to hir what shi has borne into the world." Claire leaned down, and she whispered, "Baby, sweetie, its Claire, your wife. You are a human now, on a world called Earth. Come on back with me baby; come back with momma and I'll take good care of you." The creature screamed with horror, and shrieked, "Claire! Claire I'm not worthy of you honey! I should never have been your husband! I am evil! I am so evil! You can't love me now!" "No!" Claire cried back. "No Ray, I love you no matter what! This is like a dream, Ray!" Her voice dropped to a whisper, and she said, "You have a new life now. We have a new life now. We have a home, and I'm going to get pregnant and have lots of your babies. Come on now, Ray. Wake up for momma." The creature became silent, and then began to sob. Shi looked at Claire, and all the black nurse could see was eyes of despair and hopelessness. Then shi said quietly, "No Claire, I don't deserve you. Look over there, in the new ditch I dug with my own bloody hands." Mandy went over to the trench, and looked down at the tumble of half decayed bodies. The stench was horrendous; worse than anything she had ever smelled before. Claire came over too, and as the women looked down, they could see one corpse on top, which bore a familiarity that choked Mandy and made Claire scream like a woman possessed. "You see now, Claire," they heard the gasping voice of the dying alien. "You can't love me now. I tortured and killed you..." If you like this story, and would like to see it continued, please leave me feedback. Thank you for all your support so far. T-Vixen