CW: Rape, Violence
Lief’s mind struggled, in the end. It couldn’t help but struggle as the grey matter within his skull was pierced over and over my countless tentacles, and slowly drained away, the new knot of the alien’s thoughts overwhelming him. Lief didn’t exist anymore, not really. There were bits of him, in the beast’s thoughts–the occasional memory, and certainly plenty of the hosts intellect was preserved. The beast was thankful to have found a host with self-awareness. Usually it’s kind simply took over whatever creature happened across it, eventually consuming every lifeform on the planet, gaining sentience as it’s hive mind grew larger and larger. But to have taken over such a intelligent creature to begin with–this world would fall much more quickly than most.
The three wrestlers writhed in agony, and behind the parasite, the coach pushed himself to his feet, jaw sagging, eyes a pale, milky white. The same milky emptiness of Lief’s parents, of all of the new thralls it had made. It was the only fate reserved for those beings too weak to give it much nourishment, but who could still be of use to it, before the culling to come. “Get your car. Be around back, and ready to transport them,” the beast said. The words were no longer human, but the thrall knew what it’s master desired, and left the room, the parasite shuddering, growing, hair filling in across the rest of his body, writhing in delight, jaw cracking and breaking, his mouth widening as more teeth pushed their way through his bleeding gums. Claws long and sickle sharp, bestial feet capable of sprinting faster than sixty miles an hour.
When each young wrestler had been reduced to a husk, barely alive, the beast began to fill them with seed, like it had his brother and the other two jocks now in the basement of Lief’s home–which the parasite had converted into its lair. Half an hour later, the jocks were full, gelatinous and pale, barely able to keep their forms upright, but they followed their master back out of the locker room, and onto the track, where the coach was waiting. Together, they loaded the three into his truck–but it was too small for for the parasite’s now ten foot frame. He gave the coach directions, and bounded off into the evening, heading home its own way–through the field where it had been born.
And there, crossing that field, he found Jimmy. Jimmy, a junior at school, weak and frail, and picked on almost as much as Lief had been. Lief smelled him–no good as food, no good as a thrall…no good for anything…and yet the remaining bits of the host’s mind were clammering at it, demanding…justice. The parasite had no understanding of this concept, but saw no reason why its host couldn’t be granted its desire in this case. Before Jimmy could react, the beast was upon him, wrapping him in his three cocks, stinging and paralyzing him, before hefting his limp, bleeding body up over one hairy shoulder and carrying him to its lair.
The parasite beat the coach there–it took a moment to deposit the immobile, but whimpering Jimmy on the basement floor, and waited while the coach ushered the three flabby things which had been Erik’s best friends down into the dank, quiet space below. Erik–or the thing that had been Erik–muttered and groaned at the sight of it’s master, eager to please it, but it could do little now that the seed filling him had begun to grow. It was eating away at the rest of Erik’s body, the parts the beast couldn’t feed on, Erik’s arms and legs withering, his gut and body bloating, skin growing tough and leathery, head slowly melting into the rest of his body. The other two, Tommy and Mason, Lief had wanted to toy with them a bit longer, and they flailed over to the beast, licking and sucking at it, hungry for more seed, hungry to be completed, and the three wrestlers joined them–but the beast shoved them all away with a roar, grabbed Jimmy by the hair, and dragged him to where Erik’s decaying body was gently throbbing with new life.
It was close now, only a few more hours before the seed would be complete. The beast settled against the opposite wall, and allowed its other seed-carriers to service it, sucking at its cocks and nipples, licking its fur, hungry for the sustenance only it could provide them. Slowly, Erik’s face hardened, the eyes dying away, skin growing brittle and hard, until it cracked apart and crumbled away, leaving just a small, rocky ball where his brother had been moment’s before. Jimmy stared at it–it was all he could do, frozen as he was, and after a couple of moments, the rocky pouch pulsed, and burst–releasing a slimy tentacle which crawled over to him and latched onto his cock.
It would be a couple of hours, while the new beast bonded with his host–in the meantime, the parasite should hunt and bring back some food for them both–it would enjoy watching Jimmy feed, enjoy watching him learn the kind of power they could have now, the kind of power these creatures could give them. Garrett, on the lacrosse team, had always been particularly vicious to Jimmy, as had his father, one of the coaches at school. A bit…old and chubby for a proper meal, but delicious all the same. The beast hefted himself up, and noticed the coach was still there, at the base of the stairs, doing nothing. He could be bait, at least. He whispered in the coach’s ear, caressing him gently with his claws, and then they emerged from the basement and into the night. A new world, the beast thought, and what a delicious world it was.
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