Genestealers Pt. 03

(Hi, author here! Some quick notes before we kick off the third chapter of this series.

First, all characters are 18 and above wherever applicable. This series contains elements of futa and gay sex, among several others. If that's not your thing, I totally understand - there are many, many stories here, some which may cater to your tastes better.

Second, on a personal note, I would like to dedicate this chapter to Mise.

Lastly, thank you for the feedback - it's most welcome! And now, back to the mayhem.)

If you asked deliberately obscure members of the government, dug deep enough in its sordid past, and had a few midnight meetings of dubious nature, you might have heard of the name Dr. Dirk Lanschtein. In fact, for all intents and purposes, Dr. Lanschtein disappeared from academia nearly nine years ago, having made exactly one publication in a scientific journal that was promptly dustbinned from the public eye. "Examining Inchoate Societies: Analysis of Xenoterrestial Bacterium Collectives from Low-Orbit Crash Sites" was quite throughly forgotten by the scientific community that no one questioned how it efficently disappeared.

The truth, however, was that Dr. Lanschtein found himself in a conundrum after publishing his work. It seemed that several agents belonging to interested parties within hush-hush members of certain agencies had taken an interest in him that was borderline unhealthy. Words like MKULTRA and "national security" were bandied around in conversation, followed by proof of generous recompense for his silence and future cooperation. The result was hardly a surprise to anyone who knew the good Doctor: conveniently unattached, he had resigned his teaching job in a matter of weeks, moved out of his town, and vanished completely.

It would be left unsaid that certain measures were put into play to ensure that Dr. Lanschtein was obscured beyond belief - measures that could not only scandalize the public if they were paraded in popular media, but topple entire governments in shame. As for Dirk, he found himself working for a vast conspiracy that crossed borders, nationalities, and politics.

Its name was Project Scarlet Aurora.

*

"Goddamned coffee machine."

Dirk grumbled as he awkwardly fumbled for his keycard. One of the drawbacks of being involved in a government conspiracy was that he was at said government's beck-and-call nearly twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. So the weekend of fishing and cold beer that he had laboriously been planning for the past month had gone up in smoke when his pager flashed that early morning.

After a cuss-laden breakfast and shower, he hastily dressed and drove himself to the inconspicuous office building in the city's center. To make matters worse, the coffee machine in the pantry had finally expired in a cloud of barely-burnt electronics, the elevator was late, and the source of the page that had summoned him had come from the last person he wanted to talk to - General Armstrong's secretary.

He paused to check his appearance in the hallway. His graying hair was, as usual, barely unkempt. A plain shirt was under his lab coat, paired with faded trousers and his second-best pair of boots (the best pair awaiting his presence on the fishing boat). His sour expression completed his barely-fit ensemble - the image of a scientist who had spent his years in joyless politicking, having drowned his regrets in taxpayer-paid whiskey.

After a moment, he waved his keycard at the console and made his way past the unsmiling soldiers guarding Armstrong's door. Behind the soulless government-issue monoblock table, bitch-crone extraordinaire Alice Walder was typing on her computer yet another report from the dozens of files laying open on her desk. Dr. Lanschtein had to politely cough before she looked up at him with utter disdain. After a moment, she pressed a button underneath the desk and spoke into a nearby microphone. "General, the Doc's here."

"'Bout damn time. Send him in." came the reply over the speaker. Before she could answer, Lanschtein was already in motion towards the General's door. The less he saw of Alice, the better his day would be.

*

"Ah, Doctor Lanschtein. So glad you could come. Grab a seat, we were just about to get started."

Like his secretary's domain, General Armstrong's office was minimalist to the point of fastidiousness. On one wall was a small gray filing cabinet filled with various documents printed on special paper - should burning them become necessary, all the General had to do was pull a cord behind them and they would emerge as ashes. On the other, a white board with various notes scribbled on them in less-than-neat handwriting took up most of the space. The General's desk was just as soullessly empty of character as his subordinate - the kind of thing that one could find across any generic government project. The only item of any real distinction was the slightly burnt American flag that hung behind the desk. The general claimed that it was a relic from his service in the field, but rarely elaborated past that.

Lanschtein cautiously examined the well-beaten chair before settling itself in. For a government conspiracy, their furniture was quite decrepit, but they kept shrugging it off whenever he brought it up. He realized that the General had said "we", but they were the only people in the room. "Uh, who would the we be, General?"

But Armstrong just waved his wrinkled hand, as if it was a sufficient explanation on its own. "So, Doctor. We've come across some rather, ah, troubling information." He tossed a folder to Lanschtein and continued. "It seems that there's an invasion by uninvited guests in the American heartland already underway."

Lanschtein could only stare at the General. "That's ... shouldn't we be telling the President already? Mobilizing military forces?" Uninvited guests meant that they weren't in the Roswell or Tunguska records - that meant new alien races, probably from outside the solar system itself!

"Well, we can't. See," Armstrong leaned forward, "we'd have to tell the President and Congress at some point that Scarlet Aurora actually exists. Which means all of our little projects will be subject to all sorts of inquiries from people who want to have their little piece of the action, if you get mah drift." The general's smile was quite unpleasant to see. "And then all the voters are going to demand their congressman to burn the ones they don't find particularly pleasing. I'm guessing subprojects 131A and 263B would be the first on the chopping block. You'd have to say buh-bye to your team's hard work."

The doctor was frozen in horror. "T-They can't do that! Those are lifesaving initiatives! Surely there must be-"

"Now ca'm down, Doctor. I wasn't saying that we stay quiet." Armstrong leaned back and swiveled his chair away from Lanschtein. "I need you to use the information in that file to make something that can detect those damn aliens and kill them for good, all quiet-like. And I'll need you to do it fast, before other people decide to press a big red button. Once you have that data, we can send it out through the usual channels and let them have all the credit."

Lanschtein reread the file. "I can't - two weeks?! That's not enough time!"

"Afraid that's all the time we got." Armstrong stood and stretched his back. Lanschtein knew better than to press the matter, so he stood as well and made sure all the papers were in the folder before muttering a quick goodbye. As the door closed, the man in blue set his teacup down and gazed at the general from his corner of the room.

"He. Is. Curi. Ous. Make. Ing."

"Yeah, well, he's a decent enough egghead." The general sat and looked sourly at his unremarkable guest. "Ah don't suppose your employers could do something for us a little more substantial??"

"No." It let the teacup and saucer vanish into thin air. "We. Have. Inter. Vened. Enough. More. Is. Less. Gain."

Armstrong watched the man in blue disappear as his headache finally receded. He always hated these impromptu sessions with the thing and its warbling mockery of a human voice, but he would have to bear it - for now.

"Certainly beats these fucking aliens ... "

*

"Shit shit shit shit shit."

Thoroughly soaked shorts? Into the hamper they went, followed by a barely chilly bath. Raging 18-year-old boner? Softened (a little) with some deep breathing and more of said bath. Thoughts of how Diane looked extra hot in his dreams while she sucked him off? Ugh, no please. The last thing James wanted before his trip to the mall was a boner to end all boners before breakfast.

But it was hard (pun intended). As he aimed the shower head at his crotch and tried to think of unsexy thoughts, the images that gave him his happy ending kept repeating in his head. Diane clad in nothing but her sturdy leather jacket. Diane running a hand through her braided hair, the sunlight just perfect in the background. Diane kneeling down and teasing his dick with the softest of smiles.

After several tentative licks, his Latina batchmate gazed at him with loving eyes as she took his modest length into her mouth, her generous breasts bumping against his knees as she bobbed up and down. Finally, he came hard and sprayed her joyous face with his man-juices, his jism white against her tanned skin. Groaning, he realized he was getting hard again.

"Honey, breakfast's ready!" his mom called from the dining room downstairs. The smell of coffee and bacon tickled his nostrils, just enough to make his brain stop wanting a quick wank. With a sigh of relief, James quickly got dried off and dressed before heading down.

But as he turned towards the kitchen, he saw a most unusual sight. "Mom! What are you wearing?!"

Fiona smiled at her son and turned, letting James get a generous view of the curves that she possessed. "Well, I figured I'd surprise your dad with this little thing. He did give it as a gift a while back, but I suppose I forgot all about it till this morning."

Swallowing hard, James watched his mother turn back to the stove. Whatever had possessed her to wear a very, very sheer (and quite sexy) red robe with nothing underneath? Strangely, he felt as if he shouldn't complain, but his mind strugged to push the apathy out. With several quick motions, he managed to sit down at the table. After realizing that his erection was growing stiff again, he tried to move around to keep it concealed. "Um, it's nice? Where's dad?"

"Oh, he's sleeping in for the weekend." James watched as Fiona turned and plopped a plateful of pancakes, bacon and eggs before him. He really wished he didn't get an eyeful of his mother's deep cleavage, but his body spoke otherwise. "I'll be bringing something up for him in a minute. Eat up! You're going to the mall today with Kara and Dana, right?"

He began to dig into the food, absently aware that his cock was softening with each bite. "Uhm, yeah. Just to hang out over lunch and stuff." His eyes stayed glued to the pancakes, but only with much effort. "Might be back by three or so."

"That's great! Say hi to them for me - and don't be in a hurry to get back." Fiona smiled at her son before piling the pans in the dishwasher. "Take as much time as you want."

"Uh, okay mom." God, could his mom stop being such a MILF for a second?

*

Fiona smiled as she heard her son's bike slowly moving away from the house. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she cleared the table and locked the doors. Nothing was going to interrupt her little amorous surprise, especially after that dawn tryst with her husband.

It was, she reflected, quite sudden. She had woken up feeling quite horny, and as she had come to full wakefulness, the first thing she noticed was her sleeping husband's very hard erection. Without a second thought, she had pulled down her panties and slid onto his shaft. As soon as he entered her, the pleasure drove her lustful brain into overdrive. She immediately began to grind against her husband, the thought of mutual orgasm the only thing that sustained her.

One orgasm came, then two orgasms, quickly followed by a third. Fiona couldn't believe how much pleasure had been wrung out of both of them that twilight morning. As the post-coital bliss finally began to subside, all she could do was lay on Richard's chest and let sleep claim her.

"Honey?" Fiona grinned and walked into the bedroom, with her robe untied and open for her husband to see what lay beneath. She greedily drank in Richard's look of shock at the sight of her barely-covered body, lust slowly building up in her with every moment. "Wh-What's going on? And why am I cuffed to the bed?"

"Oh, I found the little toys you bought a while back for us." He could only gape as she slowly, deliberately knelt over him, straddling his hips as she brushed her hair back. "Plus this little number. It was silly of us to fight over these, you know? I'm sorry for throwing that tantrum with you. So glad you bought them." Fiona leaned in, gently brushing her lips against his ear. "I decided to give you a little something in return, after this morning. But I couldn't think of what to get you, so I did some research."

Richard shuddered as she leaned to tease his other ear. "R-Research?"

"Mmmhm." She gently kissed him, then drew back to gaze into his eyes. "I found that porn stash on your computer. You still kept your password on the post-it note. It wasn't too hard to dig for the rest." Her smile reached from ear to ear. "I didn't know that you liked that many horny, blonde, young sluts in threesomes. I'll have to keep that mind."

"I-I can explai-ooooh!" He could only groan as Fiona licked the tip of his erection. With a groan, he looked as she gently showered his cock with kisses.

"Mmmm, my husband wants to fuck a bunch of hot, hungry nymphos." She smiled and slowly licked his cock from its base to the tip, making him moan. "Well, I'm happy to tell you that starting today, you're going to wake up to this cock-hungry slut, and her legally conjugal cunt."

"Fi-Fiona, honey, aughhhh!" Richard strained against the cuffs as Fiona began to suck his erection, his brain distantly screaming that any more stimulation was going to make him burst. "Ahhhh ... oh god ... "

After a few slow, excruciating moments, she finally let his cock go and straddled his hips. "Mmmmhhhh ... yummy. You better be happy about this. Because I want you," she said as she parted her legs, aiming her dripping wet sex above his rock-hard erection, "to fuck me silly for the rest of our lives."

Then Fiona slid his dick into her depths, and Richard could only groan.

*

James swung his bike onto the mall's covered parking lot, maneuvering it to the little corner where they had all the bikes parked. His favorite spot was unoccupied, which meant that his parking was free (assuming Harold, the asshole guard, didn't do his rounds). After securing the lock, he walked past the many corridors towards the arcade. Weird, he thought to himself. For a weekend, the mall seemed almost empty. Even the guards and store personnel looked ... sparse.

"Hey, shortstacks, over here." James finally saw Kara and Dana, the tall twin blondes having eschewed their volleyball uniforms for pastel shirts and white jeans. The only way he could tell them apart were their earrings - Kara wore hers on the left, while Dana preferred the right. "What took you so long?" Dana asked.

"Uh, woke up late." And my mom was being a sex goddess, he mentally added. "Where's Diane?"

"Awwwww, he's looking for his girlfriend." Dana smirked and looked at the empty arcade, the machines still waiting for players.

Kara rolled her eyes. "Ugh, cut that out sis. She's probably sneaking out of their house again. You know how paranoid her parents are."

It made some sense to James. He walked up to the ticket counter and looked inside. "Huh, nobody's here." Tapping the window yielded no results, which was pretty weird. "Hello?"

"Chill, shorty." James frowned as Dana playfully patted his head. "Probably went to the bathroom or something. Anyway, if her parents were anything like mom and dad this morning, sneaking out would be a breeze."

He looked at Dana as she shrugged. Kara sighed. "Gross. Please, do not remind me of mom and dad." She shivered in disgust. "Dad was copping a feel on mom's ass over breakfast. She didn't even stop him."

"She was probably enjoying it. You know Mom - she's been complaining that Dad hasn't been paying her enough attention, and boom!" Dana stretched against the old Pac-Man machine, something that James found hilariously unsexy. "Dad's all over her like a perv on a porn site."

Kara could only spare a glance at her twin. "Well, that's still gross. You'd think they'd keep it in their pants or whatever."

"Hang on, girls. Break!" Without waiting for a reply, James dashed down the corridor and turned towards the restrooms. Too much sex talk was making him very hard, and he didn't want the twins to see his already growing erection.

As he approached the lavatory for men, he could hear sounds from the one for women: soft moans, punctuated by whispered words and heavy breathing. His curiosity piqued, James leaned in as close as he dared to the door to listen.

At first, he heard soft kissing. Someone moaned softly, then spoke in a throaty voice, "Ooooh ... not ... gahhh ... mmmmmh ...".

Weird, but kind of kinky? James tried his best to stay quiet while pressing his back to the wall. The first voice sounded a little older, but not by much. "Obey your body's desires ... mmmmmh ... obey ..."

Huh. That one definitely sounded younger - almost his age, if he heard it right. He absently adjusted his pants to accommodate his gradually straining erection.

"Yessss ...mmmmm...ahhhhh... ahhh...oh yess...mmmhh... please ...mhhh...ahhh...ahhh! Ah!"

"Good...mmmmh...spread those legs...tastes so good..."

Damn, was this one of those porn shoots he heard about? He could hear the two shifting about, the sounds of clothing stretched beyond their limits marking the passage of delirious gasps.

"Ahhhh...ooooohhh...yessss...yessss...oh god yesss...I obeyyyy...I obey! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!"

With a start, James realized that his own erection was threatening to cross the border of no return. He quickly dashed to the nearest cubicle in the mens lavatory, eager to relieve the heated pressure on his sex before it blew. With clenched teeth, he managed to pull his pants down and let his sensitive cock dangle over the toilet, just in time to spurt several ropes of cum.

He managed to lean against the wall, his dick pulsing of its own accord as it squeezed the last of his seed out. As he caught his breath and opened his eyes, he saw that some of it had splattered onto the toilet. And the wall. And a small puddle on the floor.

Damn.

It took several deep breaths before he could gather the strength to wipe his crotch clean and get dressed, a few more as he hosed the toilet clean with its bidet. He realized that the voices had stopped in the womens bathroom, with only a musky yet strangely pleasant smell at the doorway the only sign that anything had happened.

What was going on? Was the world going crazy?

*

The creature gazed out of the basement window, the light reflecting weakly off its pale skin. The walls around it were already well-covered in thin layers of alien flesh, pulsing gently with a life of their own. Their tendrils burrowed deep into the earth, seeking minerals, water, and other components for life. They had already penetrated well past the foundations - by the next day, they would have made their way past the neighbors houses. For its efforts so far, the creature was quite pleased with its progress.

Two cocoons split open as James and Lana emerged, their bodies fully reshaped into identical drones after a few hours immersed in alien substances. Together, they began to instinctively sense the ever-thickening psychic field in Lafayette, their tongues snaking out as they sampled the air. While it was rather thin at the moment, it tasted like manna from heaven for the two. Their maws split open as they began to gorge on the unseen energy, the creature watching with pride.