Chapter #12Take Cindy. by: Seuzz   In the living room, you wheel your three bodies around and rush Josh and Cindy. You find yourself trying to shield her from your other hosts, but Chad is too big and strong. You clamp him in the other's brawny arms and drag him away; you throw Raul onto him for good measure; and you can only struggle helplessly under the crush of their bodies. With your remaining free body you grab the gasping Cindy and press her tightly to your chest. She tries screaming, but you press her face into your shoulder.
"Goddamn it!" you bellow as you struggle under Chad and Raul, then bend double as you kick your recalcitrant host in the nads with a strong knee. You pull Josh's head back by the short hairs on the top of his head.
"Tell her it will be all right, Josh," you sneer. "Tell her it's all for the best."
You bend your face toward Cindy's ear. "It's okay, sweetie," you murmur, using Michael's throat to mimic Josh's soft baritone. "Remember the time we did it up at the campground? You said it was like the stars had fallen to earth?" You take her earlobe between your teeth, in just the way Josh likes to do, and give it a gentle squeeze. "It'll be just like that," you say when you let go again. "Only better."
"How are we going to do it?" You ask this question from the hall, where you're watching from the naked Yung-ching and Anthony.
You get one of Josh's arms free, and for a moment it looks you will escape, but you kick his feet out from under him, and three bodies tumble to the floor. "Better make it quick," you say through a muffled mouth.
"Nah, you've got it under control. We can afford to have fun." You step over the pile of Josh, Chad and Raul to Cindy and Michael, who lifts the girl off the ground. You reach around and unbutton her jeans, pulling them down around her ankles, and shaking one leg free. Then you pull her underwear off and with four arms spread her legs apart.
"Cunny or ass?" you ask yourself.
"Well, which will it be, moonpie?" you ask her again in Josh's voice. She's sobbing. "She's only let me in the back door once," you say over her shoulder with the same voice. "Let's be nice and ring the front doorbell."
You stretch a bit of goo out of Yung-ching's mouth, like gum, and pinch off a piece. "Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket," you start to sing in five voices. "Save it for a rainy day." You reach under and plant it in her bush. It burrows hungrily into her.
Spasms rock her body, and then she's still. Tears squeeze out of one of your pairs of eyes ...
... and then they dry as Cindy passes under your control.
She's limp in your arms: you've put her to sleep. Gently, you swing her up into your arms and carry her to Josh's bed, where you carefully pull her t-shirt off over her head and unclasp her bra. She is completely naked as you spread her legs and start to take off all your own clothes.
You start with Michael by kneeling in the bed and stroking his penis until it is erect. You press it into her and begin thrusting lightly. She's warm but dry, unresponsive, but you don't waste time, and quickly send another worm oozing into her. Then you chase it with a shot of cum.
You clasp a friendly arm around Michael's back as he pulls out and help him off the bed, then you jump back onto her and shove Chad's thick, angry cock into the girl. You're much rougher this time, and jam it deeply and repeatedly into her; even unconscious, she makes little whistling puffs through her nose. There's a hanging moment of suspense, and then another worm, mixed with semen, shoots into her. You give yourself high-fives as you pull out and jump triumphantly down.
You've still got her asleep—and are still digesting her mind—but you snap her eyes open and turn her over, to crouch, doggie-style, on all fours so you can take her up the ass. It's a bit awkward, for Raul is rather too tall for her, but you make it work. Her thighs tremble under the palms of his strong hands as he grips her, and his own thighs are soon trembling from the effort, so you cut it short and just blow a small load—and the obligatory worm—into her. There's a frown on your face as you dismount; you were hoping for something better.
You roll Cindy onto her back for the next, and very fancy performance. You crouch Yung-ching's body over her and start kissing the insides of her thighs, gradually moving up to her pussy. You run his strong tongue in and out of her, massaging her until she begins to groan; as her groans increase in pitch, you run another worm over his tongue and along her clit; she squeaks as it dissolves there. You don't break off, though; the moment excited her and further whetted an appetite that Chad, Raul, and Michael didn't satisfy, but it still doesn't bring her to orgasm. Instead, you place Anthony behind Yung-ching and put his cock up his friend's ass. This is less uncomfortable than it had been with Raul, and you build slowly to a throat-catching climax before releasing a worm into Yung-ching; it dissolves inside him briefly before reappearing in his mouth, to repeat the over-the-clit trick. Cindy bites her lip and arches her back, but she still doesn't cum.
Josh is still in the living room, sitting on the floor, face buried in his knees. You look up as your other hosts exit the bedroom: all except Michael, who shares the room with Josh, and whom you set on the edge of his own bed. You stand Josh up and shuffle into the bedroom, where you wake the girl—who is now completely yours—and start rubbing your new breasts with one hand and stroking your pussy with the other. You watch for a moment, then slip off your jeans and your underwear and your shirt, and mount your girlfriend.
You throw your arms around your boyfriend's back and take his dick between your legs. You try pushing into her slowly, but you raise yourself from the mattress and pull the penis in hungrily. You thrust into her, your reticence slipping off as you become more excited; in the next bed, you masturbate as you watch the performance. Three bodies cum simultaneously, but only one looses a worm.
You roll off the girl but keep her in your arms; you nuzzle the man's neck with your soft mouth. "Thank you," you say.
"For what?'
"For sharing me. And for trusting me to spread yourself into my sisters."
You grunt. "I could have given you the same number of worms by myself."
"Yeah. But this way we all got to have fun," you say from the other bed.
* * * * *
You're feeling mellow and cheerful the next morning, and let most of your guys skip their first classes, to laze in their beds scratching and yawning and catching quick cat naps. You send two of them out for a quick run to the grocery store, though, and are greeted by chilly morning air; an early cold front has blown through during the night, dropping the temperature into the forties. The seats of Anthony's Jeep are icy against your bare thighs, for you're still in shorts despite the weather.
Back from the store, you bring out a few more hands to fry up sausages and eggs and chopped peppers and onions and potatoes; pancakes puff and brown on an electric griddle; boiling coffee is served up all around. There's a lot of laughter and good-natured joshing as you shovel the hearty breakfasts down.
"So who's on the list, Cinders," you ask while scraping a plate clean.
You've contented her with some fruit and granola cereal. "Susie and Crystal for sure," you reply cheerfully. "Probably Sandra. Berlinski, I mean," as though there could be any confusion. "Penny, maybe. What do you think of Penny?"
You shrug. "I'd do any of them."
"None of 'em 'd do you, though," you retort, causing laughter and one red face.
You sigh and stretch and pick up Raul's backpack. "I'm gonna go ahead and head out for Calculus. You guys should think about getting ready, too. We've got lives to lead, people to pretend to be." There are grunts all around, and you go back to their bedrooms to get Chad and Michael's stuff, and send Yung-ching to take a shower. The rest of your hands start cleaning up the kitchen.
"You know, I've started to think that I'm not really part of any invasion force," you say as you rinse off and scrub the plates.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, think about it. These nervous systems must be really primitive, or they wouldn't be so easy to control. But they still have a pretty powerful effect on me. I mean, we're basically just us guys acting like us guys, but with a twist." You nudge Cindy playfully. "It can't be that unusual for a creature like me to fall into habits like these without being, you know ..." You struggle for the words; your hosts aren't the sharpest knives in the drawer. "Well, prone to this kind of thing. Put a bunch of us on this planet, and we'd probably just go do our own thing. I mean, even we get into fights, and we're one thing."
"But that's pretending."
"Is it?" You drag a finger lightly down Cindy's back. "Last night was pretty gross."
"Feeling guilty, Anthony?" you grin.
You shrug. "Part of me hates what I did. You know that, you dork. It's a part that comes from Josh."
"Well, it all worked out. I shouldn't have been a dick, or it would have gone off nicer."
"But that's just it. I was a dick, all the way around. But not in a way that was, umm ... You know, like being a dick all in the same way."
"What's that got to do with the whole 'I'm not part of an invasion force' thing? I'm pretty freaky, and I've never heard of anything like me." There's only room for four hands at the sink, so you speak from a body leaning in the corner with a fresh cup of coffee.
"I think I must just be a parasite. I'm probably not even intelligent. I mean, amnesia? Come on, that's just dumb. Probably I wasn't smart enough to actually have thoughts and memories before I moved into a human. That's how come it's so easy to have these thoughts and stuff. I'm not really intelligent. All my intelligence comes from these bodies. So, naturally, I wind up acting like them."
"That's a pretty deep thought for a dumbass like Anthony to be having."
You switch him over to Michael's voice—Hennessey is the closest thing to a brainiac in your group—and Anthony's mannerisms become lighter and quicker, less brutish. "Oh, come on, Josh, you remember Mr. Heinz back in the sixth grade, and learning about that fungus in Michigan, or wherever it was. It just spread out all over the place. It didn't have to be smart to do that. Why do I have to be smart to take over creatures with actual intelligence, and use them to spread myself?"
You sip the coffee. "Well, if what you say is true ..."
"Then there's no point in trying to get into that military base. There's no point in looking for a spaceship. Hell, I might even be a native species on this planet. Evolved in the jungle or someplace. Maybe there's already lots of things like me out there already."
"That's a paranoid thought," you say quietly.
"You know, we talk like this when we're alone. We don't have to, though. We could just act like the assholes we are and have these thoughts without saying them out loud, and no one would notice that we weren't, like, normal. Of course, they don't notice now, because we only talk about this stuff when we're alone. So, do we know what Eddie and Carrie talk about when they're alone?"
"Look, guys, where is this going?" You've finished drying and stacking plates, and fold up the hand towel. "Do you want me taking some of my sisters or not?"
You walk into the kitchen, still wet, with only a towel wrapped around your waist. "I vote for grabbing pussy, and lots of it," you say, digging into the refrigerator for some orange juice.
You ignore the interruption. "The point is that we are who we possess," you say, returning to Anthony's own voice. "Yeah, I'm calling us 'we,' because what's going through my head is complicated enough to deserve it. I'm, like, the sum of the group minds, or something. That's how come I've got Yung-ching and Anthony all tangled up. Everyone thinks it's fun seeing Anthony humiliated that way. And Anthony's getting some action he's been craving." You lean over and give yourself a quick, wet kiss with two male mouths. "So if we take a bunch of Alphas, it's going to change us. Do we want to be changed?"
You shake your head impatiently. "I've got class in an hour, and I need to get cleaned up first. Lemme know what the decision is." You start to go.
"Take a shower with me."
"Mm-mmm. Anthony's got to get ready too. And I want clean clothes." You toss off a quick wave as you go out the front door.
"So what's the alternative to the current plan?" you ask after you've gone.
"We think long and hard about who we want to be, and pick new hosts who will take us there. We turned out like this by accident. But we stop relying on accidents and start planning."  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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