Instruction
A brief story note here, to explain this thing.
This is, of course, a kind of fan fiction, whereas it is based on the ideas and story of someone else, but written by another, often with a different take on it. In this part, it does get a bit different from Von Krieger's usually delectable aim, and I would like to take a moment to say that as with all fan fiction, this is not necessarily intended to be an exact copy of the original material. As such, you should not consider this 'canon' so to speak to the original story. What's in here is my own take, which might be (and probably is) completely different from VK's, ergo, don't take it too seriously.
And I say that despite the massive exposition I verbally vomited in this piece, but I assure you that if things all go well, part three - already being written - well get on with lots more of the 'good bits', nudge nudge, wink wink, saynomore.
So please enjoy this installment of Von Krieger's Infestation.
Lia spent a good ten minutes trying to think of what she should do, but instead of thinking of a plan she only ended up becoming more frustrated as she ran up against her problems. The frustration slowly turned into anger, and anger turned into rage; at herself, at the events in her life, at the alien, at everything and everyone she could think of that had in any way contributed to her deciding to go out to the wildlife refuge.
This, she found, was enough to burn through the lustful haze that seemed to have engulf her body since the alien insect had fused with her. Finally, some self control, the binturong thought, smirking briefly as she saw that even the fleshy organ that had replaced her sex retracted, becoming once again flush with her body. Her rage subsided somewhat at that, but Lia quickly turned her head away from her own body as she felt the slightest tinge of arousal build back up so long as she was viewing even her own fur and flesh. I mustn't give in, I must fight it, she thought with a passion, letting the anger feed her will. I won't give into that, that thing!
A few more minutes passed as Lia worked to calm herself mentally, trying to focus her mind so that neither her anger nor the arousal - I won't dare call it 'mine' she thought - in her body could overwhelm her. This process alone took another ten minutes, and by the time she looked up at the alarm clock, the young lady suffered a brief shock. Oh, shit, only a few minutes left until dinner! She thought in a near panic, standing up in a second and then looking over to her bed. As she feared, the bedspread was soaked from her earlier masturbatory adventure, and only her fear and embarrassment kept her senses from becoming inflamed again with the memory of the event entering her mind again. Lia's panic only deepened when she realized that the fur over her belly, crotch and tail were still partially matted with the half dried remains of her pleasure, and that said remains smelled deeply of sex.
Shhhiiiit, the binturong thought, closing her eyes and concentrating on slowing her breathing. Okay, don't panic. Just clean yourself off with the bath towel in your closet and use some perfume, and pray that no one notices. With that, she went to the closet and retrieved the towel she kept hanging up for her personal use after showering, and promptly began to rub the affected areas. It was then Lia realized her error, as the contact with the soft towel to areas of her body so close to the changed portions of her body quickly stoked her body's arousal back up, and she felt the disturbingly familiar stirring of her ovipositor starting to come back 'alive'.
Fuck! Lia thought, biting her lower lip and quickly closing her eyes again to employ her anger as a control again. Slowly, she felt her groin return to a quiescent state, and she breathed another sigh of relief before opening her eyes and returning to working on cleaning herself up, this time working more slowly and consciously thinking of things that she considered the antithesis of arousal, most especially certain pictures on the Internet that would make a mortician cringe. Fortunately, none of her selected images were anything near her fetishes nor those of whatever the alien had brought along with it, and Lia soon finished without making herself even more of a mess. An inspection of her bed followed, and she decided to simply move one of her pillows to cover the damp spot until it dried.
"Kids!" the voice of her mother sounded from downstairs. "Dinner's ready, come and get it!"
Lia gulped a bit at that, and then blushed as some part of her mind took the 'it' as something more than food. That alien has to be affecting my mind, the binturong thought as she grimaced, forcing such thoughts back with more disgusting mental imagery before she went to her closet again, dumping off the towel and picking out some new, clean, and most importantly, loose clothing to wear down to dinner.
* * * *
Lia descended the stairs slowly, trying to minimize the amount of friction between her clothes and her body, most especially certain parts that were now extremely sensitive. At the bottom, she steeled herself mentally before walking down the hallway and taking the turn to enter the dining room.
Predictably, her older brother and younger sister were already at the dinner table, digging into the meal as their mother sat down slowly at her own seat. However, her father was absent, which gave Lia pause. "Where's dad?" She asked, forgetting for the moment her troubles.
"His work called, apparently they needed something else done on a project," her mother explained, used as she was to abrupt questions from her children. "He'll be gone for most of the night."
"Ah, okay then," Lia said, inwardly feeling a bit of relief, as her father was quite possibly the most observant person in the whole family. If anyone notices me having a problem, it would be him, she thought as she walked over to take her seat at the table, though she had to again struggle with her mind to keep the subtly sensual feelings of having her loose pants rub against her nethers. Just focus, Lia, focus, try not to let the thing in your head win.
With that thought, Lia commenced dinner, joining in with her mother and siblings. It was, fortunately, a quiet dinner for the middle child, with her brother and sister, both two years separated from her in age, taking up most of the conversation, discussing classes at the local community college in the case of her brother, and regular teenage problems as with her sister. Unfortunately, however, it was this latter topic that eventually brought the conversation around to Lia, who froze up as her mother spoke. "So, did you see anything interesting at the wildlife refuge today, Lia?" Her mother asked politely.
You have no fucking idea, mom, Lia thought as she stifled a blush. "Uhm, not really," she temporized, thinking of what to say. "Nothing really interesting, anything, no rare birds, just some egrets and a couple of sandhill cranes... Oh, and a flock of turkey buzzards, but those were along the side the road on the way back picking at some poor-"
"All right, dear," Lia's mother interrupted, her face flushing a bit. "That's enough, you know I don't like talking about disgusting things at the dinner table."
Which is why I mentioned it, Lia thought with a mental sigh of relief. "Sorry mom," she said aloud. "Anyway, I think I caught something like I said, so I think I'm just going to go to bed early tonight," Lia added as she began to push her chair away from the table.
"Already?" Her mother asked in mild surprise. "It's only seven thirty."
"I know," Lia replied, standing up slowly, a pit of fear settling into her stomach as she felt an odd tingle in her body again. "I, uh, I just want to knock this thing out, yanno?" She asked, hoping that the blush on her face would be mistaken for embarrassment instead of the curious pleasure that made her want to strip off her clothes and masturbate. "I don't want to miss the last week of school, after all."
Her mother nodded, an understanding look on her face. "All right, dear," she said, turning back to her own dinner. "Just take care of yourself. And if you feel sick, you might want to stop using so much of that perfume you have on right now."
Lia was halfway into the adjoining kitchen to clean off her plate before froze at that statement. "Wh-what?" She asked, blushing even more so and glancing over her shoulder, realizing that some of her scent must be making itself known. "You can smell that?" She asked noncommittally, hoping she could bluff her way out.
Her mother nodded, but the bluff seemed to work as the elder binturong spoke. "Yes, faintly. I know the trend nowadays is to use those fancy scents with artificial pheromones in them, but you should really just be yourself, Lia, and the boys will come to you anyway."
Lia blushed deeper, turning back to the kitchen as her tail curled itself around one of her legs out of sheer mortification, though not from her mother's words, but rather the mental imagery they conjured up of naked males of many different species, all of them hard and rubbing up against her, begging for her to take their seed. "I'll remember, mom," Lia said quickly, her voice almost squeaky as she nearly raced into the kitchen, dropped her plate on the counter next to the sink, and then went the long way around the rest of the house to the stairs so as to avoid going back into the dining room. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, she thought as her ovipositor stirred to life. Much to her relief, she managed to make it halfway up the stairs before her pants began to tent, and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning out in pleasure as the sensitive organ rubbed against the cloth covering.
Back down in the dining room, the three member of her family left at the dinner table exchanged surprised looks at Lia's uncharacteristic behavior. "Do either of you know what's gotten into her?" The elder binturong asked her children, receiving a noncommittal grunt and a shrug from Calvin, her son. The youngest of her children, Marissa, however, spoke up. "I think she's got the hots for some jock she's been making googly eyes at."
"Oh dear," the mother sighed, and then shook her head. "Well, I'll have to have a talk with her sometime then, heart to heart. Hopefully that will straighten things out."
* * * *
"Ohhhh, God," Lia moaned quietly, hoping that no one was upstairs as she locked her door and quickly began to strip down. The tingling that had preceded the growth of her ovipositor was back in a big way, this time concentrating on her abdomen, though she could feel some of the same, odd pleasure also trickling down the long organ that now hung between her legs, fully extended and writhing slightly from the sensations the hybridized female was feeling. Lia didn't know what was happening, nor did she know what to do, but as the feeling continued, soft thoughts whispered into her mind.
The Bug, she thought, feeling some anger as she believed the alien fused to her was influencing her again. Lia began to try to set her mind back into regaining her self-control, but the tingling, and consequently the arousal and pleasure it brought, continued to grow to the point where it was once again affecting her ability to resist the temptation of touching her own body. Even trying to focus on keeping her hands off of the organ between her legs or her breasts meant that the whispered thoughts entered her mind, and when she tried to keep them out, her hands began to toy with her body seemingly of their own volition.
-You must give in- The now-familiar whisper in her mind said. -Let the instincts guide you-
Lia growled a bit at that, though it faded out into a soft whimper as she focused her mind on making a coherent reply. I won't, I refuse. You're not controlling me anymore!
-Never controlled you, can never control you. Am only your guide. You must submit, or the hormones will continue to rise until they make your body rip itself apart-
The alien presence's words began to ring true as Lia felt the tingle in her belly start to turn into a mildly painful burning, and she whimpered a bit in fear. But, if I give in, you'll win, you'll control me.
-Not control we want. Want to live. Want you to live. We live through you. Please submit to the instincts, they will guide you-
Lia clenched her hands into fists at that, both out of confusion, but also out of the fact that the lust was reaching painful proportions. Her rational mind was being flooded by the rising tide of hormones, and she knew from her memories of the shelter where her nightmare began that if her desires were not sated, then she could do something completely out of her control. I... I should at least... Do it as along as I can still think for myself, she thought, closing her eyes as she felt the tears begin to well up again as the decision was made. I must submit... I do submit.
Her entire body shuddered as Lia released her mental control, relaxing her body and mind as much as possible without going limp. Contrary to her fear, however, Lia found that no massive mental force swept in to seize control, no alien mind, the Bug or some new personality, pushed her out the the figurative driver's seat. She continued to feel her body, every fiber of it, and Lia opened her eyes to see that her hands still moved when she told them, her legs walked when she commanded, and nothing, no one else had taken that away.
What did happen, however, was that the soft, subtle thoughts now filled her mind, and Lia took a moment to will them into order. A nest, she thought, feeling the first of the alien suggestions instruct her on what to do next. I must make a nest, but how? The instructions were silent on this, but as Lia looked around her room she realized that her bed was, essentially, the beginnings of a nest. You sleep in a nest, and they must be warm, just like a bed. But there isn't enough cover on a bed to be a real nest, there must be more.
Her mind began to work now, this time directed by Lia's desire to fulfill her instincts, and she quickly came up with a solution. I have some spare bedsheets in my closet, and there's lots of old clothes there that don't fit anymore, she realized, rushing over to the open closet and quickly gathering up the desired articles, which she then piled haphazardly onto the bed.
A second thought from the new instincts jumped into the forefront of her mind, and Lia quickly climbed onto the bed, pulling up the covers already made onto the mattress and pushing them and the loose clothes and spare sheets up and around until they formed a roughly circular mound just large enough to encompass her body curled up. Another new thought popped into her mind, and she acted on it without even considering whether it was a good idea or not, grabbing the pillows on her bed and pulling them over her as she curled into the makeshift nest, lying down in a fetal position. Must be hidden, Lia thought, realizing the programmed instincts into words. Infiltrators infiltrate, stay out of the light, remain hidden. I can't be discovered, no matter what...
She had just barely finished this thought when the tingle in her belly stopped, and in its place Lia realized she could feel a weight that wasn't there before. With the demands of her instincts temporarily negated, her body was screaming to be touched, to have the sexual release that had been promised it, but Lia forced herself to ignore the lust for the moment, and instead brought her hands the short distance from her face down to her belly. She pressed them against where the weight was, and she gasped in surprise to feel something firm within her lower abdomen. Is that what I think it is? She asked herself, eyes going wide.
The answer came not in words, but from her own body as muscles in her womb contracted, and the firm mass moved downward. Lia moaned aloud at this, feeling nothing but pleasure and only the slightest bit of pain as the mass moved down, heading for her vaginal tract in a manner that she remembered from the vision she had earlier. I'm laying... I'm laying an egg! The hybridized woman thought, and then moaned again as the egg entered her birth canal and began to slide downwards.
Oh FUCK this feels so good, Lia thought, unable to resist the allure of touching herself anymore, and both of her hands went down to stroke her throbbing ovipositor. They touched lightly at first, but her pleasure continued to build rapidly as the egg moved into the flexible organ, and Lia intuitively grasped the portion of her ovipositor just above the egg, squeezing down hard on the slimy, dark flesh so hard it hurt slightly. She didn't care, however, as the pleasure was already beyond the level in the past where she would have came, but release eluded her, and she knew why, and she pushed her hands upward, along her ovi, shoving the egg along faster than it would have gone with only her internal muscles alone.
"Ooohhhhhh," Lia moaned out, unable to stop herself as the egg reached the last part of her ovipositor, the ultra-sensitive tip. The firm mass pressing against the inside of the organ was unlike any pleasurable sensation she had ever known, and her mouth hung open in pure sexual bliss as for a short time it paused there while the glands around the exit of theovipositor spat out a brief spray of slime, coating part of the inside of the nest. Finally, the orb slid the last inch, and only the last bit of Lia's self-control kept her from screaming as her orgasm finally hit. Raw pleasure overwhelmed her mind, contorting her face and making her muzzle nearly lock wide open as fluid that had gathered behind the egg sprayed out, coating the spherical orb with viscous goo and adding to the slime already coating the inside of the makeshift nest.
Lia panted heavily as she slowly slid down from her sexual high, her eyes closing and a satisfied grin spreading on her muzzle. She lay like this for at least fifteen minutes, but eventually her rational mind began to reassert itself, and the thoughts started up in her mind again. What... What did I just do? Did I really...?
-Yes- The alien insect inside her head replied. -You've laid the archival egg-
...What? Lia asked mentally, her thoughts still a jumble from the sexual release and from the sheer incredulousness of the situation. What is that? Why... did I have to...?
-Archival egg stores memories. It is what your kind would call "insurance." It keeps memories alive should unthinkable happen and you are discovered/destroyed-
Despite the post-orgasmic bliss in her system, Lia felt herself shudder a bit in fear. What do you mean? How is it insurance? What does it do? Why does it relate to me?
The insect mind seemed to pause, and for a second, Lia could have sworn it had sighed. Is it picking up things from me as well? She asked herself, and perhaps of the other mind as well. However, the alien presence had already set itself on explaining, and so it never 'heard' that remark as it began to speak.
-Am borrowing heavily from your mind/memories, but will explain. Long ago, Infestor race split into different paths. Some seek conquest, others mindless abandon in their abilities, some very xenophobic. Infiltrators seek compromise between needs of own race and desire to avoid extermination. Infiltrators only infest to ensure that race can be propagated without interference from races inhabiting planets alongside. We prefer to take only so many from host race, then reproduce, creating true hybrids rather than overriding host genetics utterly, using them as garnish/decoration as some Infestor paths/groups/tribes have. We ask, what is point of surviving off of host race when can manipulate self-genetics to breed true insect race? We then ask, why live at all? What is life? Why?-
Lia blinked as the other mind took another pause to translate notions and words, surprised that the alien mind was being so articulate, and so open. -Infiltrators found no answers in endless cycle of infestation. Then advanced race infested for first time by all Infestor race. Advanced race introduced concepts of philosophy, Infiltrators find some answers, but only more questions. Advanced race then wages war and eliminates all Infestors but Infiltrators on world. Infiltrators learn that Advanced races dangerous to species/race/peoples/tribes. Primitive races do not have clear understanding of life. Advanced races do. Primitive races succumb easily, even willingly/worshipping. Advanced races annihilate Infestors. Infiltrators learn to learn from Advanced races. Learn everything Advanced races have: ideas, culture, law, math, science, art, philosophy, tactics, strategies. Infiltrators learn to live with advanced races, improve survival chances by near infinite amount. Conquerors assault, sometimes win, sometimes lose. Takers stalk, win slightly more often, but still lose much. Infiltrators lose some, but end up living where other Infestor races/tribes/groups/paths die. Infiltrators thus decide that conquest and subversion is not necessary to survival. Consequently, survival is not sole point of life.-
The voice in her mind fell silent for a while, during which Lia, her mind suddenly awash with the alien's strange story, succumbed to her curiosity, and looked down to the egg she had laid. It was as close to a perfect sphere as biology could make, but the perfection of those lines were somewhat hidden by the large, semi-congealed lumps of slime and viscous internal fluids that had coated the fist-sized object and indeed, the inside of the pile of sheets and clothes that served as Lia's laying nest.
The binturong wanted to find the thing disgusting, but she couldn't find the will to have such feelings towards something that came from her own body. Even her rational mind refused to despise the egg, and Lia slowly moved a hand up from her still extended, now-flaccid ovipositor to lightly touch the sphere. What does all of that have to do with me? With this? She asked silently as she slowly rested her palm on the orb.
-Infiltrators learn. Learning is not useful if information is lost. Information is most useful when it can be passed to later generations. Infiltrators eventually come across Advanced race with computers. One of infested Infiltrators realize that genetic code can also be used as a storage medium. Infiltrators thus learn to archive all they have learned, all memories, into secondary genome that exists solely to store information.-
Lia blinked a bit and froze in shock as the words were processed by her consciousness. Are... Are you saying that you store information in your own bodies like computers can? That you can access that information, like looking through a library?
-Yes/no. Infesting drones cannot access information, lack full neuro-genetic machinery for translation. Drone genomes optimized for infesting and storing information inside host. Host bodies/queens access this information once transformation reaches certain level.-
Lia's eyes widened at that, and despite the situation, despite the utter strangeness, the completely alien nature of what was happening to her, she felt the slightest thrill of excitement. You mean I... I will be able to access that information? To learn what your race has learned, even experience the memories of other worlds?
-Exactly what saying.- The insectoid mind replied. -Infiltrator Infestors understand that dominance is one thing; cooperation is another. Cooperation with hosts essential to establish true infiltration. Thus hosts must be volunteers, enticed, and rewarded. Infiltrators only take such as you were when survival is at stake. Still, rewards must be given. Pleasure and information, health and instruction, all combine to create deep-level cooperation, make more viable, robust life form. True symbiosis, not conquest-
Some of Lia's anger returned at that, and she aimed it squarely at the other mind in her head. I'm still pissed at you, though. You can call it rewards or compensation, and who knows, maybe they are... She allowed, her feelings wavering for a moment. But you shouldn't be taking people against their will!
-As explained, necessary for survival- The insect mind explained. -Would apologize, but not sorry. Must ensure not only Infestors survive, but also must ensure that Infiltrators survive. Must ensure that archived information, history of all races encountered, is not lost. In some cases, it is all that is left of once proud people. We cannot let their memories die-
Lia bit her lip at that, becoming frustrated and confused at the creature for its words. You called this an archival egg, she began in her head, hoping to push past the second thoughts rolling in her mind. What does that mean?
-As explained, information is stored in genetic code. Drone cannot access it. You/queen/host cannot access it yet. Information cannot be lost, only survival of race more important. Thus information copy must be made. Your people call it 'making a backup disk.' If something should happen to you/queen, egg lies in wait for next infested individual. Only infested may access data, only they have genetic keys. Egg will do nothing for non-infested, so is not threat to host species-
Lia looked down at the egg her hand rested on, and she suddenly felt possessive of it. She knew, however, that it wasn't merely the new instincts she had let in that night, though they were part of it. But she had always been a bookworm, a learner, someone who loved to read and remember information. Her memory was almost eidetic, but even so, she forgot things all the time. The idea of someone being able to store their memories as genetic information, and to pass it down to later generations of their species... It was almost a dream come true, if only she had thought of such a thing before. That's why I had to have this now, she thought. Why my instincts told me it had to be hidden and safe.
-Yes. Now that archival egg is laid, you may begin to seek others to infest at your leisure. You need not seize anyone as you were, but you may if you feel like it. You are the queen, so long as you fulfill your obligation to propagate and ensure the survival of Infestor race, then you make your own decisions.-
A long silence passed then, or as close as to conventional silence could come to describing a lack of word-based thought within an individual's head. The alien had apparently spoke all it needed to say, and Lia was completely and utterly overwhelmed by the events of the day, and she needed to process everything. After a few moments, however, she sighed and then shook her head, despite the fact that such a gesture meant nothing in a mental conversation. You say it's my decisions, but I don't get to decide all that much, do I? She asked. You intend for me to propagate your race, either through infesting or through having babies. But what if I decide to do neither? What if I want to just let this line die here?
-Then you will die with it- The alien mind replied, its tone so sad that it gave Lia pause. -Long ago certain queens of Infiltrators created genetic machinery that is beyond conscious control, until such time as you have ensured a healthy hive population. Your own body, our body now, has its own instructions, as we experienced tonight. You must either submit to them, and ensure the Infestor race's survival, or your body will self-destruct-
The finality of the creature's words struck an instinctual chord within Lia, and her eyes began to fill with tears once again. So, it's either propagate, or die?
-Yes- The other mind replied.
Lia sat still for another minute, before she finally closed her eyes, sighed and then reached out with both hands to grab the sticky egg she had laid. She slowly drew it to her chest, nestling it between her breasts, and clutched it with both hands. I suppose if I have no choice, then I must get used to it, she thought, sighing sadly in resignation, though somewhere deep within her she felt a stirring of arousal that was from the recesses of her own mind. But from now on, I am in charge, and I make the decisions.
-As my queen commands- The drone-mind replied. -This one will advise you-
Good, Lia thought, nodding a bit before she yawned. Should I do anything special with this egg?
-Yes. Other eggs will require much warmth and moisture to hatch, but this one is for storage, so cool, dry place best. May even be frozen, though that would keep genetic machinery from releasing information to other infested until egg thaws-
Lia smiled faintly at that, already thinking of where to put the egg. My egg, she thought, and the idea sent shivers of intellectual pleasure down her spine, making her hold the orb even more securely. For now, though, I need to sleep... Lots of school tomorrow... Maybe there I... can...