Cuckoo: Requiem Pt. 03

"Let us out of here!" Kate's furious hammering on the force field spread faint rings of rippling light, as if she were tossing stones into a lake. "You let us out right this minute!"

"Mom! Mom! Cut it out! He didn't seem like the listening type okay?" Kristen was sitting with her back against the barn wall, with all the calm poise teenage girls learn to hide how out of their depth they are.

Kate's banging slowed and eventually stopped, with her hand pressed against the air in front of her. She thought she should feel static or heat, but there was nothing.

"Mom, come sit down. We need to save our strength, wait for an opening or something."

Kate turned around and regarded her daughter sitting. She looked so much like her at that age it made her heart jump to her throat. She crossed the pen and sat down next to her.

"What do you think he wants?"

Kate closed her eyes and leaned her head back "I don't know honey."

Kristen's voice was disturbingly monotone "Do you think he's going to rape us? Kill us?"

"I said I don't know Kristen!"

"Did you see his teeth? What if he tries to eat us?"

"Kristen please! This is not helping!"

"Sorry, sorry, yeah." Kristen sucked in her lower lip and pulled it out quickly from her upper teeth. There was a moment of quiet.

"I'm sorry I came home mom."

"Don't be silly honey, you're always welcome at home."

"Yeah I know, I know. I mean, I'm sorry I dropped out of college. I tried, I really did. I know you and dad worked hard, so hard to get me there. But being away from home for the first time, it was... I didn't know anyone, I didn't have my friends. When you're here, there's this rhythm to your life you know? And its so fucking boring!"

"Kristen, language!"

Kristen gave a small smile "Sorry. But yeah it's so boring, but at college there was no rhythm, and everyone was just a stranger, and I just couldn't handle it. If we don't make it out of here..."

"Honey, we are going to be fine. The Sheriff will find us."

"Yeah I know mom. Sheriff Welles is a total badass, but just in case something does happen, I wanted you to know I really am sorry."

There was another pause.

"It's... it's ok honey. I know you did your best. You are the brightest, strongest woman I know, and your father and me just wanted the world for you. I'm... I'm sorry if I was hard on you. We were so focused on giving you the opportunity we never had, we never thought about how hard it would be on you once you had it."

"I know mom, it was new for all of us. If... when we get out of here, I promise I'll go back, I'll make you proud."

"Oh sweetie, I'm always proud of you."

Mother and daughter moved together in a rough, strong embrace. A few seconds later, there was a ripple in the wall of force in front of them, and their captor stepped into the pen, his head cocked slightly to the side, studying them with bright eyed interest.

...

Sheriff Welles looked at the side of the road with disbelief. She thought Chuck Johnson had been drunk again when he had called in to report gunfire and explosions, but the only other time she had seen something like this was at the sight of an airstrike. Craters as wide as manholes and three feet deep were torn out of the road. There was evidence of some kind of auto accident, a broken windshield, a torn out door, but that didn't explain the damage on the ground. Welles decided it was time to call in some outside help. She still had a squad mate who had joined the FBI after getting out of Afghanistan, hopefully she would be able to speed up the response.

Just as Welles was about to turn away, she saw faint movement in the dark, shining her flashlight, she saw a figure collapsed on the ground. Welles ran forward a few feet, then stopped.

The figure on the ground was a woman, and to Welles experienced eye, she was not a local. She couldn't be more than 5'3", with a somewhat stocky frame that gave her a compact appearance. Oh, and she was a shade of blue, the color the caribbean always was in pictures, with shoulder length, slightly curly, dark purple hair. She was sprawled face down in the dirt, with purple blood leaking out a wound in her side. She was in a skin tight grey body-suit that was smudged with dirt and her blood. Even given the circumstances, Welles couldn't help but notice the curves revealed by the body suit.

Great, I start the evening with a missing person and now I've wandered into an episode of TOS.

Welles ran over to the woman and carefully turned her over to examine her wound. Welles noted in passing she had a broad face that tapered to a heart shaped chin, with an adorable button nose. The wound in her side looked just like a shrapnel wound from an IED, but there was no shrapnel.

Then the alien woman's big blue eyes popped open, and Welles could see the pain and disorientation on her face. The woman grabbed her wrist and looked her in the eye. Her mouth worked, as if she was searching for the words. "Medicine... pouch... cream." The effort of speaking was apparently too much for her, and the blue skinned woman lapsed into unconsciousness.

With a practiced calm, Welles started methodically searching through the pouches on the woman's belt. She found a number of props that looked too realistic to be on an episode of TOS. Eventually, she found a small jar that for the life of her looked like a lip balm container. When she unscrewed the cap, she found a blue gel with the consistency of mucus. Welles hesitated, she did say cream, not gel, but she didn't really seem that coherent. Hopefully this isn't actually lip balm... or explosives...

Forehead beaded with sweat, heart in her throat but hands steady, Welles started spreading the gel over the alien woman's wound. The gel smoothed itself out of its own accord, covering the wound completely. The woman's face relaxed, and she gave a small sigh. Welles mirrored her. Guess it wasn't the lip balm after all. Welles regarded the woman, not really sure where to go from here. That acquaintance at the FBI seemed like a good person to call right now, but on the other hand... The woman stirred restlessly in her sleep, and made a small sound. Welles gulped, fighting down the knot forming in her chest. Screw it, what could possibly go wrong? She stood up and radioed in. "Dispatch, this is Welles, checked out that report of shots fired. Definite signs of an auto accident and weapons and explosives discharged, but there are no cars or... people on the scene."

"Jeeeesus Sheriff, what is going on out there tonight?"

"I have no goddamn idea."

"Well we got ANOTHER report. Neighbors called in to say the Beckers' front door is wide open. Normally that wouldn't even register, but with everything else going on..."

"I'll go check it out. Welles out."

Regarding the blue skinned woman for a minute, Welles eventually picked her up in a carry she still remembered from first aid training. Whatever the hell was going on around here, the alien lady probably had something to do with it. Hopefully she'd wake up and get some answers before whatever shitstorm that had landed in her lap got any bigger. Trying not to think about how the alien lady felt pressed against her, Welles made her way to her patrol cruiser.

...

Cuckoo studied the pair of mate/prey carefully. This is the first time he had seen a parent and child interacting directly in this species, and their behavior was odd. It almost appeared that the mother was attempting mate with her daughter. Cuckoo guessed it was a way for the mother to claim the daughter for herself. Some sort of warning to keep off of her territory. Cuckoo couldn't have that. He began approaching the daughter smoothly. He decided to take them both in the pen, since the common area was getting a bit crowded.

The mother broke off her embrace with her daughter and intercepted him. Her tone was angry, but he couldn't understand her, since he hadn't bothered at tuning his Index to the local language. "You stay away from her, you monster!" It certainly made sense she was attempting to protect her young, and Cuckoo was perfectly willing to teach her the how futile that was. He pulled his hand back for a stunning blow.

"No mom, stop, don't." Now the daughter was pushing past the mom. This seemed very counterintuitive to Cuckoo. To his people, no parent that required protection deserved to live. "Don't, I'm going to distract him, when I tell you to run, you have to run."

"No sweetie, no, that's crazy. "

"Mom! One of has to get away, one of us has to get help. Everyone's more likely to listen to you. Please mom, get out of here, find the sheriff, come back and save me!"

The mother face was very pale, she looked almost sick. Perhaps the daughter was chastising her for her weakness?

Then the daughter turned back toward Cuckoo, and pulled her shirt over her head "I know what you want, you motherfucker. I've seen boys look at me like that before, and they all want the same thing. Doesn't matter what planet they're from." She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, revealing a decent pair of breasts. Oh, this was interesting, the daughter was rejecting the mother's protection and was actually offering to mate with him willingly! She no doubt could sense his obvious genetic superiority. In all his years of capturing mate/prey, he had never encountered one who was so perceptive. He smiled at her and nodded encouragingly.

"You can't understand a word I'm saying, can you, motherfucker, you piece of shit, you tiny dicked pile of garbage." The daughter unzipped her pants, and Cuckoo nodded again even more vigorously. This was the first time he didn't need pheromones to entice a mate prey, only natural charm. What a delightful experience! She took another step toward him, and her pants easily slipped off her slender frame. She really was quite skinny. Fortunately, he had gorged himself on the male companions of his previous mate/prey to speed his regeneration and there was enough left over to fill his nutrient reserves to full, so he had plenty to fatten her up with. The mother, who had been staring in shock at her daughter's offering to him, objected again even more strenuously.

"Kristen, please, you don't have to do this! "

"Yes I do mom, please, don't make it for nothing. Get ready to run."

The daughter reached him and put her arms around him, she leaned up for a kiss, but he put a hand to her lips. He wanted to see how this would play out without his pheromones. "Not the romantic type, eh cocksucker! Let's get these clothes off of you," she started tugging at his clothes, he understood her intention and pushed the command on his wrist. And the clothed melted off him.

"Yeah that's it, that's it. Now get down." The girl started pressing on his shoulders, and he accepted her guidance and gently sunk down to the ground. The girl followed him down, and crawled on top of him, ending up straddling him. Cuckoo got a perverse thrill from having this mate/prey take a dominant position over him. Never in his life had he experienced such a thing. "Get ready to run Mom."

The older woman was crying quietly, hunched against the wall "Kristen, please."

"Mom for the last time, get ready."

The girl slowly leaned forward, her hands going to his wrists. Cuckoo was greatly amused by her attempts to pin him down. "Now mom, go!"

The girl pressed one of the buttons on his wrist panel, and the field to the pen rippled, and vanished. The mother ran, screaming, towards the opening. The girl was pressing down on his wrists with all of her might. Cuckoo could have trivially broken her attempt to pin him, but he was too stunned to bother.

The girl had actually tricked him, her offering to him was only an attempt to help her mother get away. Sacrificing yourself to save your parent was such an absurd idea Cuckoo actually laughed. He couldn't wait to tell his brothers about this hilarious experience. "What's so fucking funny, you goat fucker?" screamed the girl in his face as she pressed down on his hands with her pathetic strength. Cuckoo regarded her carefully, considering his options. He really was enjoying having the girl on top of him, but he suspected her willingness to cooperate had now vanished. He would need to do this carefully. With a casual twist of his hands, he broke her hold on him and ended up gripping both her wrists "What!?! Let me go! Let go of me." He pulled one of her wrists to his mouth and started sucking on her. The mate/prey yanked back with all of her strength, but of course couldn't even budge his hold. Her struggling started to weaken, and eventually slowed and stopped. He let her wrist go and pushed her back up. Staring up at a mate prey while mating, having her weight settled on his hips, was delightfully novel. He ordered his organ to begin moving between her legs. Her eyes widened as she felt his organ moving under her, trying to navigate while pressed down by her body. After a minute, he moved his arm between her legs to free himself from being pinned, and placed his organ against her slit. Finally understanding where it was, his organ began to press into her.

However, it suddenly stopped when it encountered some barrier, and the girl gave a little yelp. Cuckoo was cautious, perhaps this barrier was some sort of trigger for a biological trap, placed by the girl or the mother to protect her from predators like him. It would certainly explain why the mate/prey had been so willing to sacrifice herself for her mother. Cuckoo did not want to give up on this delicious new experience, so he decided to proceed with caution. He began poking at the barrier experimentally with his organ, ready to retract at a moment's notice. The girl was staring down at him, wide eyed giving little jerks and gasps as he probed at her. The barrier had some give, so he gradually increased the pressure until he felt a pin prick sized hole in the barrier. At that moment, the girl gave a little cry and looked down at him, looking a little upset. Cuckoo didn't understand the cause of her distress, since the neurochems coating his organ should turn any discomfort she was feeling into pleasure of equal intensity. He let the tip of his organ poke through the pin prick sized hole in the barrier, and when there was no further reaction, he widened it a bit more, to the full width of his organ, poking about and inch past it. This got a stronger reaction out of the girl, and she closed her eyes and scrunched her face up in a quick gasp, she ended up staring down at him again in what looked like disbelief. Satisfied that fertilizing the girl was safe, he flexed the muscles in his groin and tore past the barrier with the full length of his organ. The girl arched her back and made a noise somewhere between a yell and a scream. Cuckoo enjoyed looking at her body as she flexed backwards, it showed of her finely toned stomach and made her breasts look bigger. He decided when he got home, he would make sure to use her essence pods to gestate several packs of whelps. He was sure their offspring would be of exceptional quality.

He began moving his organ around inside of her, and her response was far more intense than most mate/prey. She began moving her hips back and forth, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them, and babbling to him "Oh my god. Holy fucking shit. Fuck yes!" Cuckoo guessed it was because he put fewer pheromones into her, so she was aroused but less passive than most mate/prey. He resolved to experiment with this further once he had a harem/larder on this world. He noticed there were two or three points inside of her, very very small areas, that if he pressed, got a stronger reaction from her. He settled into a rhythm of moving his organ between them, pressing each in turn. The mate/prey matched her hip movements to his motion, and Cuckoo found the rhythm hypnotic. He knew caring about the pleasure of a mate prey as more than a means of pacification was a Deviancy, but when he ruled this planet who would dare question him? After a few more minutes of this rhythmic movement the girl gave an escalating series of cries, than arched back again as her muscles locked in an intense orgasm "HUUUH!!! OH FUCK... HUUUUHHHH!" The intensity of her reaction set cuckoo over the edge, and he climaxed in her hard, pleasure raced out of the base of his organ up to the tip, carrying his seed along with hit. It also radiated outward over his body, through his stomach and up his chest, and he gave a long ahhh of satisfaction. He looked at her body looming over him, and with her skin stretched thin from her arching back, he actually saw her distend a little from the come he was pumping in her, which just increased the intensity of his orgasm and filled her more.

After what felt like a long time, their orgasms faded. The girl stumbled forward and came to a rest on top of him. She looked into his eyes from only an inch away, her expression impossible to read. Her hair surrounded cuckoo, creating a little cave just for them. Cuckoo had an urge to stroke her hair, but then felt a flush of shame and suppressed it, settling a hand to grope her ass instead.

After a few minutes the girl flexed on top of him, and Cuckoo winced a little as she moaned loudly in his ear. He felt her belly begin to distort, slowly pressing into his body. He could actually feel the heat from all the cell division that was happening in her womb, and he found it strangely comforting. When she was done, he gently pushed against her and rolled her onto her back, and he stood up, not even bothering to get dressed. He began to walk out of the barn, then turned back to glance at her, she was still looking at him with the unreadable expression on his face, rubbing the small bump in her belly. Not sure what to say, then realizing she wouldn't be able to understand it even if he did know, he walked out of the still open pen.

He found the mother unconscious near the entrance to the barn. As expected, his guard drones had done their work. He picked her up over his shoulder and walked back towards the pen.

...

The first thing Rose became aware of was a feeling of weight, at first it was hard to even breathe. It got easier, and eventually her eyelids got light enough to open. Rose slowly looked around. She was lying on a couch in one of the local's domiciles, still impressed and a little disturbed by the amount of wood the natives used in their construction. Sitting on a chair in front of her was a local woman in some kind of military uniform. She was tall and pale, with dark brown hair and an athletic frame. She had a very serious expression, but Rose could see concern hiding in her eyes, and suddenly Rose felt a little safer, guessing by the surroundings and the woman's concern she wasn't in any immediate danger. She also couldn't help noticing those eyes were wide and dark, like a lounging pool at night.

Rose tried to sit up, but a lance of agony burned into her side. The local put a hand on her shoulder and eased her back. "careful" the pain of her wound brought back her memories. She remembered the short exchange with the first son, and the pain of her injury, and the woman finding her. Anger and fear started to rise, then tapered off when she checked the time. She hadn't been out that long, thanks to the woman's medical attention.

The alliance captain and the sheriff regarded each other for a minute, then the sheriff straightened and put a hand to her chest "Sheriff Welles."

Rose understood and mimicked the gesture "Captain Rosemary"

Katherine raised an eyebrow, then shook her head and laughed a little to herself "Ok sure, Rosemary." Rose was confused by her response, but before she could ask, the sheriff launched into a more complicated sentence. Rose quickly realized the translator download to her Index had either been scrambled by her injury or hadn't downloaded correctly from the damaged ship's computer, because Rose could only make out a few words. She held up a hand and Katherine trailed off. Rose took a minute to try and parse what she said, "People are missing?"