Repopulated Ch. 02

There was nowhere for her to go. They were all going to be turned into tiny puddles of radioactive ash where they sat.

She shuffled closer, intending on gathering Jackie into a hug for the last few seconds they had remaining on the planet.

Jackie held up a hand, pushing her back. "Look, there's a shimmer up above. It looks like some kind of a shield, maybe?"

There was a blue glimmer in the air surrounding the objects, now that she mentioned it, and the color was getting more defined as time went on, forming a cone around the tip of the fast traveling projectiles.

"Less like a shield, and more like an atmosphere," murmured Kate, spotting an orange glow that seemed to be building.

If this continued, the resulting friction of their passage would... boom!

A series of expanding balls of light lit up the sky, a trembling explosion rattling the ground around them. The shockwave arrived soon after, rattling the bars of the cage with an intense jitter.

Kate braced for the physical impact, but none came, a deeper shimmer of blue appearing in a dome high overhead. She could see it arching out into the distance, covering the landing location of the alien ships ahead.

This must be a secondary shield, catching and deflecting any energy that might physically harm the craft. What advanced technology!

It must also serve to filter out some of the intensity from the explosions, as the light wasn't hurting her eyes, and their bodies hadn't been turned into paste. The aliens must have known this!

Her vision blurred as a curtain of blue colored her field of view. She sighed, relaxing as the alien creature retook control, a smug grin forming on her face. "Of course we knew," the organism said with her lips. "Your earth politicians are quick to choose their most extreme option when diplomacy fails. There's no negotiations, simply escalation. They want us gone."

Jackie sat up, her mouth also fitted with a smirk. "But we are here to stay. They will have to talk with us, eventually, but only after they understand that they cannot destroy us. Not with hypersonic missiles, not with nuclear fission. They lack the ability to remove us. We have arrived. For good."

"Not that it matters if they talk," sighed Kate, a pleasurable sensation stroking over her breasts, inflaming her nipples. "They will be converted. There is no other option."

Both of them sighed, leaning into each other as their parasites filled them to the brim with their blue essence.

It was getting harder to tell their own desires apart from those of the aliens. Perhaps, it didn't matter. They wanted each other, and that was enough.

The cage rocked gently as they moved over a hump of the purplish organic material. They were entering a small copse, the trees covered with a thick, spongy layer. As she watched, one of the trunks expanded, a bulbous mass squeezing up from the base.

The top flowered open, a spray of fluid spurting out in a concentric shower. The cage passed next to the tree, purplish blobs spattering all over the occupants.

Kate's controlled body rolled a finger under one of the blobs that had decorated her shirt, lifting it up to her lips and placing it inside. Her tongue rolled over the sweetness, and she grunted with pleasure, letting the flavor fill her mouth as she sucked it down her throat. Marvelous!

It tasted like grape, although that could just be her body's taste buds trying to translate whatever organic compounds the fluid contained into something more familiar to her palate. With the amoeba mucking around in her brain, she wouldn't be too surprised if it had purposefully crossed some of her wires to make her like it.

Whatever the reason, she found it incredibly tasty. She wanted more, but the alien didn't appear willing to accommodate her. The cage was rapidly approaching one of the alien ships, giving her something else to worry about.

The saucer had a central column that rested against the ground, a line of light whipping around the base in a circle as the ground trembled around them. Was it drilling into the ground? If so, for what purpose?

More than one cage had been brought up near the base of the column, near a looping conveyor belt made of silvery steel. Occupants of one of the cages were being unloaded onto the belt by a small squad of armored aliens, their glossy black armor shimmering in the daylight sun.

The cage rumbled to a halt, and they all stood, ordered by their alien parasites. Kate soon found herself in a line behind her lover, arms at her sides as she stared straight ahead. Her vision was tinted a deeper blue as the creature filled her brain with more of its essence, ensuring her obedience.

She breathed in and out, a thrill of pleasure rushing up her spine with every step she took. She was being brought closer to fruition, to conversion. This was intentional; the parasite was making her feel this way, making her desire her own conversion.

Her body was on fire, clothing chafing against her skin. She wanted to take it all off. To give in.

She found to her frustration that she wasn't capable of doing so. The amoeba was keeping her right on the edge, using the uneasiness it was instilling to control her. Her mind was so busy trying to figure out what it was doing to her that she had no time to worry about escaping its grip.

Thus occupied, she soon found herself stepping onto the spongy organic mat that covered the ground outside the cage. The air smelled sweet, like fruit, the tangy taste of grapes stirring the back of her throat.

The crowd of controlled humans didn't wander around. Their parasites had very definite plans about what they should be doing, splitting them up into multiple lines at different conveyor belts that led up into the large saucer above.

Tonkains milled through the crowd, their dull eyes and large trunks snorting at each human as they passed. She wasn't certain what the purpose of this was until one of them approached her.

It lifted its trunk, snorting at the amoeba on her head, a chuffing sound reaching her ears. A small, pink tongue stuck out of the tip of its trunk, licking at the amoeba before it turned, moving to the next person in line.

Her parasite shivered, but she sensed amusement above anything else. The Tonkain must have been confirming that she had been installed correctly before letting them go. If not, she was certain it would have spat up a parasite from its belly.

Just how many of those things were there? If this was a full scale invasion, as it appeared to be, they were going to need a whole hell of a lot. Were they grown en masse inside the Tonkains via an asexual process?

She really had no idea what the life cycle of the amoebas was, and had to admit to herself that she was curious about them. How did they eat? How did they grow? What was the ultimate point of all this? What did they really want with them?

It seemed like an awful lot of trouble to enslave a bunch of humans. Wouldn't it have been easier to exterminate them all?

Not that she wanted to be killed, mind you, but as a thought experiment, it was truly baffling. Taking care of all the humans being converted would require a tremendous amount of food and organization. Was there some kind of hive mind, treating all of the enslaved humans as its puppets?

She could easily imagine the faceless efficiency of an AI directing the actions of each invasion cell, stopping each counteroffensive with an implacable zeal. It was a fanciful thought, as she had seen nothing of the sort so far. All this appeared to be organic in nature. The true brains behind the operation remained hidden.

They would have to reveal themselves sooner or later. All she had to do was remain patient. Not like she had a choice!

Jackie turned around and waited, looking blank. A bucket seat floated up the conveyor behind her and two armored aliens crowded in, grabbing her by the arms. In the blink of an eye she was hoisted upwards and pushed back, her legs being shoved apart by a wedge shape molded into the bottom of the rubbery seat.

Laying back, she lifted her legs, setting them into impressions provided in a curve in the front where the seat jutted out. Folding her arms over her breasts, she settled her bulk into the brown back, which ended at her shoulders. Her duster flopped over the sides, a dazed expression in her eyes.

She focused on Kate for a brief moment, giving her a warm smile. This was all her, breaking through the interference of the alien parasite. "I love you, little pickle."

Kate pursed her lips, giving her a frown as the alien injected more blue fluid into her skull, her ears burbling as it drained into her eyes. She strained to say the first thing that came to mind. "I'm only sour when you're not around."

Jackie's eyes glowed, and she slumped into the chair as it moved up the belt, vanishing above.

Soon, it was her turn. The parasite turned her around to face the small crowd. She spotted Ben there, along with several of his officers.

Some of them appeared to be mortally wounded, the holes in their bodies patched up by blobs of organic material. It was a wonder they were upright at all, their limbs twitching as their parasites held them vertical.

She didn't know what to make of this. Were the aliens putting together an army of zombies, or did they have something else up their sleeves?

Ben glanced at her, giving her a sideways grin. She thought she might be catching a glimpse of his former human self underneath the iron grip of the parasite, but it was soon gone, washed out by the fluorescent blue glow that pooled in his eyes.

Her vision swam in sympathy, the rush of liquid rattling her brain. She might be more concerned about what it was doing to her if the way it bathed her thoughts didn't feel so good.

She blinked as the triangular blue eyes of the armored aliens watched her silently, their armored shells gleaming. Together, they lifted her onto a seat, her legs neatly sliding into place. The spongy surface embraced her hips, making her quite comfortable as the seat tilted, her body being carried smoothly upwards.

Staring at the ground below, she burped as a trickle of fluid ran through her sinuses, a pleasant coolness dripping down her throat. This was unusual, but nothing too concerning. She swallowed, relaxing as the conveyor moved her farther away from the ground.

A silly grin settled on her face as her neck rocked gently back and forth. None of this felt especially real. Her world had become a distressing tinge of purple mixed with blue, a normally stomach churning hue, but this seemed alright to her muddled mind. It was the color of domination.

She spun around on the conveyor, getting a good look at the ship's underbelly. Around the central core, there were several large domes situated at regular intervals. Each one of them lit up in turn, a ring of light rippling down the sides. At the bottom, the light ran together into a bright spot, the ground trembling as the ship shuddered.

She wasn't sure what this meant, but got the sense that the ship had dropped a little, pushing itself into the ground. The aliens must mean to stay, with this as one of their bases of operation.

She turned again, high in the air. The world was laid out below her, the organic Sturge covering everything in sight. It felt like a living, breathing organism that would continue to grow, eating the world.

Tonkains milled about, with more cages coming in from the distance. This was a highly organized operation, with armored aliens positioned at regular intervals to direct the incoming humans to different ships for further processing.

How could they stop this invasion? From where she sat, it seemed impossible.

At the rate things were going, she wasn't even going to be human for much longer. She was already becoming some sort of hybrid, something she didn't understand.

The amoeba stroked at her thoughts, calming her down. It didn't want her to panic before it had a chance to convert her further.

What did that entail, she wondered? There were so many possibilities, but her imagination didn't seem big enough to encompass them all. She sighed, hoping that she'd still be able to be lovers with Jackie after all this was through, but even that wasn't assured.

She assumed that after she'd been processed, she'd be packaged up and sent off world to be retrained. Either put into an orgiastic harem, or mind controlled into oblivion. What they were planning for her long term, she just didn't know.

Her anxiety grew, but it was washed away by another injection of the blue fluid. With every pulse, it seemed as though her vision was being tinted further, the change becoming more stable. Soon, the alien wouldn't have to feed her any more of the stuff, as her insides would have absorbed so much of it that she'd be permanently changed.

That thought seemed so much more arousing than it should be. The alien must be making her think that way. Yes, it was the alien's fault.

She sighed as she spun again, her body approaching the entrance to the alien ship. It was so much better to push all responsibility for how she felt onto the alien. None of this was her fault. She was free to relax and let it do its thing.

Her body jolted as she passed through an opening surrounded with a dark rectangle of accordioned material. It looked somewhat like the end of a jetway, where the passageway connected to the plane.

Soon, she was sliding through a darkened area with spotlights above, strips of white light playing over her body. An alien voice filled the small chamber with halted punctuation, reading off instructions, or numbers.

She didn't know which, and didn't care. Her parasite was in control, keeping her body locked in place. She wasn't going anywhere. She was its slave.

She breathed in deeply as a stroke of pleasure tingled over her loins. The alien was rewarding her for this thought. She would remain as she was until it ordered her otherwise.

The lights disappeared as she slid further inside, her seat rocking gently as she tilted sideways, being brought deeper into the bowels of the ship. Without any outside cues, she soon lost track of her orientation, or where she was at all.

This should have been concerning, but the blue film coloring her eyes refreshed again, soothing her thoughts. The alien was in control, and it would not let anything bad happen to her. She would be processed.

Stuck in this thought loop, many minutes passed as the seat turned multiple times. She had probably been sorted and was being sent to the appropriate conversion center. She would find out what they wanted with her. There was nothing to worry about.

Her eyes strained to one side as she noticed a reddish glow off to her left. Excitement grew in her chest. Finally!

Now that there was something to see, she could tell that she appeared to be sliding through an organic tunnel, made out of a series of spiraled tubes. She was too confused to figure out what they were actually colored, as everything was tinged a dark blue, but the fleshy surface throbbed and glistened, as if it was pumping some sort of fluid. Was the ship... alive?

She dismissed this theory as the seat came to a halt in a small chamber, small dangling lights hanging from long, finger-like tentacles. They wiggled slowly, playing the lights over her and the glowing, circular pool at her feet, giving the chamber the feel of a hidden grotto.

A closed portal was in front of her, made out of interlocking, fleshy tentacles, the tips wrapped around and over each other. Her curiosity made her want to reach out and touch them, but the parasite had other ideas.

Her legs unfolded from the edge of the seat, and she pressed them against the spongy floor. Standing, she straightened her back, shaking off the momentary pain caused by sitting rigid during the ride.

Her chest inflated as the lighting in the chamber intensified, a soft, alien voice booming. She understood none of it, but her parasite clearly did, as she began to strip off her clothing.

First came her fashionable boots, soon followed by her t-shirt and jeans, each article of clothing being flung into an extended curved container that bulged from the throbbing wall. Her panties and bra were last, leaving her entirely nude.

Her vague concern at being seen in this state was soon dismissed, as she got the sense that the fluorescing pool in front of her was to be used for bathing.

This would make for an interesting resort experience, if she wasn't being totally controlled by an alien parasite. As it was, her brain was working overtime, scrambling to catch up. There was just too much stimulation, and no answers!

The parasite didn't appear to be interested in giving them, forcing her body over to the edge, tilting her head down so that she could get a good look inside.

The lip of the pool bulged out of the floor, the rounded surface looking like a stretch of intestine. Below, there appeared to be various layers and ridges built up, the depth extending far below, as if this was part of an underground network.

Perhaps it was, the watery fluid shown here connecting to a larger tank elsewhere in the ship. A shared resource. Efficient.

Walking to the edge, she wrapped her toes over the slippery tube, feeling the warmth of the organic pipe. It squished under her weight, giving the sensation of stepping on top of living organs.

Her body shivered, but the parasite didn't seem to care about her discomfort. Stiffening her legs, she made a little hop, instinctively holding her breath as her body plunged beneath the surface.

Down, down, down, into the embrace of the warm fluid. Her eyes remained open, seeing lights sitting on irregular shelves of ruffled, shell-like material. Tiny sparkles shone through the edges, rippling like pearls with bright blue, pink, and green lights tickling her eyes as she dropped through the tube.

So pretty! This couldn't possibly be a natural occurrence, could it? She didn't understand anything about alien flora, but now she wanted to learn it all.

Could it be grown in an isolated environment like a terrarium? Was it like coral, requiring certain environmental conditions to propagate?

Her body lingered there for a long moment, mesmerized by the lights. Before her lungs began to scream for oxygen, the parasite shifted her arms, shoving her back up.

She was almost regretful as the buoyancy carried her, her head breaching the surface after what felt like seconds.

That could be dangerous. She had lost all sense of time down there, and could easily have forgotten to breathe entirely. It was a good thing her body wasn't under her control, or she might have ended up doing something irreversible.

Her hands moved to the edge of the pool, pulling her up onto the edge as the fluid dripped from her limbs in rivulets. It seemed to be of a slightly higher viscosity than water, leaving behind a glossy, oily sheen on her skin that gave it a rubbery look.

She stood in front of the portal, watching as the tentacle arms rippled, caressing each other as they pulled apart. The wall seemed to squirm as they restructured themselves into a circle, the ends re-linking.

She stepped through into a larger chamber, a glowing red circle mounted to the ceiling highlighting a large chair mounted to a central platform. It had the appearance of a cushioned dentist's chair, but the padding was clearly made out of a fleshy pink organic material.

The parasite forced her to take a step towards it, but she halted as she noticed the large form of one of the aliens standing nearby. This one wasn't wearing the typical armor, giving her a full view of her nude body.