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 Alien Presence
Author: erosiawriter7@gmail.com.  Feel free to comment.

   Alien Presence is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually explicit
material that some may find offensive.  It is meant for persons over the
age of 18 and is not suitable for children.

   All characters contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of
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   Warning!  This is smut!  Enjoy.
Title: Alien Presence
Author: Erosia
Keywords: male domination, alien transformation, scifi, horror

   Summary: The Pegasus crashes on an unexplored planet with only two
survivors.  Struggling to survive, they find a mysterious cavern filled
with an alien presence.

   Inspired by artwork from the artist Faustie @ faustie.com



   Loud banshee shriek, steel frame buckling, then ripping like the sound
of aluminum foil, the whip, oxygen rushing by, a hurricane, the escape pod
bleeding out, the cabin being ripped apart and blown out into the vacuum,
then the molten heat as their escape pod hit the atmosphere, Lieutenant
major Danica Miles managed to get her suit on and sealed, before she was
flung against the wall---or was it the floor, all of the angles had
changed---and everything snapped black.



   Danica Miles woke up to her own breathing, amplified through the intake
valves of the helmet.  Light was trickling through what appeared to be some
kind of oily substance smeared across her faceplate.  Trying to lift her
right arm, she realized she realized it was trapped, pinned down by
something.  She lifted her left arm instead to wipe the oily smear from the
glass.  There was sunlight trickling down through the remains of the escape
pod.  From her perspective, it looked like being inside the rib cage of a
desiccated, half eaten beast, with its belly ripped open.



   Everything in the ship had ripped apart, broken free from its secured
cabinets and lockers, and had now buried her in a mound of debris.  It was
a miracle she was still alive.  She tried to wiggle free, her appendages
seemed fine, but with mounting horror she realized, that she was buried
underneath the detritus and couldn't do more then wiggle her arms and legs.
So she was going to live after all, only to die on this unknown planet,
either suffocation, or if the suspended animation program in the suit
switched on, unconscious starvation.



   Suddenly, her radio squealed.  "Getting a distress signal from an
emergency survival suit down there.  If you're alive, don't move.  This
ship is coming apart around us.  Wait for me to come get you out."



   An emergency hatched opened up at an odd angle.  So that's the floor,
above me then, thought Danica, abstractly.  She recognize in her strange
thought processing the onset of shock.  She struggled to push it down deep
inside of herself.  She needed to take command.



   She hit the side of her helmet with her head to switch on the intercom.
"This is Lieutenant Major Danica Miles, acting captain of the Pegasus, I'm
ordering you to come down here and unbury me.  Can you hear me?"

   There was some quiet breathing on the other line as if the person was
thinking about how to respond.  "Danica Miles, huh, well aright I'll rescue
you, though I never thought I'd be rescuing damsels in distress.  Now you
keep your ass still, Princess, this ship could crush us at any moment if
you start wiggling your butt."



   A nylon rope dropped over the edge of the hatch, and a man in an
emergency survival suit crawled out legs first and began to belay down the
side of the dark corridor.  With a quiet curse, she recognized his voice as
Chief Engineer Akimbo Gonzalez.  She was well versed in Akimbo Gonzalez
history aboard the Pegasus, Dark Space exploration vessel.  He was
Kesslerite, a new earth colonist, with all the disrespect of authority
common to their kind.  He had a long history of insubordination on the
Pegasus, involving himself in the black market, stealing from the
commissary (there was even rumors that he ran a ring of escorts from the
lower decks that could never stick) so that Danica had long since tried to
convince her commander to lock him in the brig and ditch him at the next
space port.  But the captain considered Akimbo too valuable a crewmember.
He was insubordinate and reckless, but no one knew deep space or the inner
workings of spacecraft like him.  Kesslerite understood space like whales
understood the deep ocean.



   Akimbo dropped onto the pile of debris and got to his knees.  Danica's
helmet, the only part of her uncovered, was level with his lower chest. 
"Get me the fuck out of here." She snarled.  His gloved hand moved out and
gave her a hard rap on the helmet.  The loud crack and kinetic force
shocked Danica like a slap to the face.  "Now you be quiet, Belle, and
don't cause a ruckus and Akimbo will get you of there in no time, but if
you start to panic and move about, we both be dead, so best stay quiet that
is good for you." Danica gritted her teeth; if they got out of there alive,
she would have her opportunity to get him back.  Akimbo began to brush the
cabin junk of her.  The larger items he would slowly pull off of her, then
consider the best place to put them, and the drop them softly in a halo of
broken parts around her body.  The ship moaned and creaked like a dying
animal.  Danica was unburied to her waste, she tried to help with her freed
arms, but Akimbo just pushed her down and told her to let him do it. 
Occasionally, the whole thing would shudder and Danica would be partially
buried again, as a wave of shit, rolled down the hill on top of them. 
Danica's face burned and she hoped Akimbo couldn't hear her scream through
the helmet.  She was already ashamed of how weak and helpless she appeared
and swore she would get him back for this.  She had to marvel a little
though at how patiently Akimbo continued to unearth her from the ship, even
after she was partially buried again.



   "You're free now, I think," he said through the radio, breathing deeply,
"Try pull your legs out." Danica gritted her teeth and pulled her legs from
where they were buried, inch-by-inch, as intense pain coursed through her
body, she slid them out of the hole.  Finally, she was free and she grabbed
a hold of Akimbo suit as she almost fell down the hill.  "Easy, Easy,
Sleeping Beauty, your legs are damaged.  Suit diagnostic says left knee
dislocated and administering an anesthetic.  It's also reading some bruises
and contusions, but nothing to bad."



   Danica Miles pulled out her side arm from her utility belt and stuck it
his face. "You need to address me as Second Officer Miles, according to my
rank, and I will call you Auxiliary Engineer Gonzalez, do I make myself
clear?  Now I am giving you an order.  Get me out off this damn ship, right
now."



   Through the dark glass of his helmet, Danica could only see his eyes,
illuminated by the suit HUD, appraising her coldly.  Her radio hissed:
"Yes, Second Officer Miles.  You'll need to hold onto me while I run the
motorized crank on the cable." Danica Miles put her arms around his waist,
carefully holding her pistol, against his armpit, as Akimbo turned on the
motor, and the cable he climbed down on, began to wind back up, taking them
with it.



   When they got to the ledge, Akimbo reached out and grabbed it, and with
incredible strength and agility pulled them both over the lip and into the
hatch.  For a few minutes they both lay there and breathed deeply. 
Danica's leg was pretty much numb and useless, but pain began to radiate
from every other organ in her body.  It felt as if every inch of her had
been beaten and wrung out.  "Second Officer Miles, have the suit inject
more pain blockers at level two, makes pain less distracting, and you be
mobile."



   "I can handle it." Said Danica, but she had the suit inject her.  The
pain ebbed enough for her to concentrate on their task.  "How do we get out
of here?" Gonzalez pointed to a hatch.  "I came through that door earlier.
On the other side, it looks like something took a bite out of ship, there's
a big enough tear to get out, and on other side I saw some earth."



   "Well then what are we waiting for" Said Danica.  She got to her feet,
and pointed her pistol, chambered with chemical rounds, at him, "You first.
I know your kind can't be trusted."



   "Every spacer I ever met been a man of true word." Said Gonzalez, but he
started walking.  He opened the hatch, revealing another chamber ripped
apart by high winds.  Like he had said there was a huge hole in the ship,
and beyond that ground.  A bright yellowish-blue sun blasted through the
hole, almost blinding her.  Danica's helmet darkened to compensate and she
could see that the ground looked like it was sharp glassy silica, almost
obsidian like.



   "Be careful going through the hole," Said Gonzalez, "Sharp wires coming
out of the walls.  If they puncture your suit you depressurize."



   Danica just signaled with the gun.  Gonzalez stepped through the hole in
the ground and was suddenly illuminated by sunlight.  His suit was covered
in dents and scratches, and dirt.  There were two large survival packs
piled on the ground beside him.  He signaled with his hands for her to come
through, and Danica signaled him to back off.  She stepped through, her bad
leg almost giving way, and her body almost falling on torn sheet metal,
before she caught herself.  She pulled herself out of the ship and onto the
hard cragged surface.  The ship made a large high pitched squeal and tilted
upward, and then started to roll down the mountain, breaking apart in the
fall into several pieces.  With a sense of vertigo, Danica realized that
the ship had crashed onto a long shelf along the side of a jagged dagger
like mountain and had been hanging there half on and half off the ledge the
entire time they were in there.  She could see down far below them
sputtering fires and strewed ship pieces and realized that she had almost
died.  "I'm a survivor, she thought, I'm highly trained and I am tough.  I
got myself out and I can survive this."



   "We need to get off this mountain and down into that valley," Called
Akimbo.  "There are parts to make a radio beacon powerful enough to pierce
this atmosphere on that ship if we salvage it."



   She nodded.  There were thin ridges and serrations in the glassy
rock-face, a natural path that winded down into the valley below them,
where the remains of the ship were.  "Pick up the bags and we'll go." She
said.

   ************



   Danica kicked a small anthracite-hued stone, (in her head, she couldn't
help envisioning herself as a small, pouting child) and watched it bounce
skittishly across the rocky terrain and bounce off some metallic wreckage.
The planet's atmosphere was whipping up tiny eddies of sand that broke
around her suit.  Spots of chemical fires lit broken metal pieces, like
giant sculptures, illuminating Akimbo kneeled over a nest of wiring and
electronics.



   He was cursing under his breath through the intercom, a creative
narrative of expletives that seemed to suddenly leap from one language to
the next.  Typical of Kesserlites, a piece-meal culture, even their curse
words couldn't decide on what planet to land on.  He was hunched under a
large metal disk, a signal relay, in a web of electrical wiring, trying to
put together an electrical circuit with a soldering iron.  It didn't seem
like it was going so well.



   "This fuck thing is fuck for shit," growled Akimbo, pulling himself out
of the wreckage.  With his armored boot, he kicked the metal disk over. 
"Everything burned out and triple fucked."



   On the horizon, dark clouds were rolling down from the cliffs and then
rising, blotting out the stars.  Danica didn't like the look of that.  "We
are going to need shelter soon.  Before that storm hits."



   "Yeah," Said Akimbo, "and I am going to have to convert the chemical lab
units on our suit to see if we can filter in some oxygen from the chemical
soup this planet calls an atmosphere."



   Suddenly, on her suit HUD, a message was projected over her eyes SIGNAL
FOUND (EXECUTE?).  What the hell, thought Danica, the suit automatically
scanned the radio waves for emergency signals, and according to this, had
found one.  She accessed the file and a blurry topographical map was
projected on her screen.  There was a blinking dot, a few clicks to the
west, towards a ridgeline of mountains.



   "There's a signal coming from not to far from here.  Could be a research
station."



   "There's no research station on this planet.  I've seen the astrogration
files.  No one's ever bothered to land here." Akimbo sounded skeptical. 
"Too expensive to terraform, and too small to mine."



   Danica was staring down the horizon to the west.  It would only take a
couple hours to hike over there and they would need to find shelter soon.
"Apparently, your astrogration charts were wrong."



   "Hold on," said Akimbo, "I got it too, looks like a signal pulse
repeating itself every few minutes.  Wait a second; it's an audio signal.
Let me tap into our intercom."



   There was a squeal of noise as the sound was switched over.  At first,
Danica thought, it was noise from the static, but slowly through the
asynchronous transmission, she started to pick up patterns.  A low sound
like the grinding of teeth underneath high pitched screams suddenly cut
off, the strangeness of the transmission send a pulse of fear through
Danica's body.  This didn't feel like an invitation, it felt like a
warning.



   "This doesn't sound human.  Do you think this is a xenomorphic signal?"



   Danica shook herself out of her trance.  "Were going to need to check it
out anyway." She pointed the gun at him.  "Alright, you first."

   *********



   Three hours of trudging, the storm front closing in behind and around
them, they finally arrived at the cave.  The entrance was a dark maw in the
side of a steep, jagged cliff face that rose to about one hundred meters.
Rocks and boulders ringed the floor of the cliff, but the area around the
entrance appeared almost swept clean of stones, it was hard packed clay,
with dunes of rock and gravel, rising up around it like a funnel, beckoning
them in.  The signal was coming from directly inside the opening.



   "This has to be a xenomorph.  Fuck, I hate xenomorphs.  They're
unpredictable.  You never know if they are going to eat your face, and lay
eggs in your chest, or evangelize some bizarre mathematical religion."



   Danica could almost see the look of disgust through his visors, and
thought, at least if I am going to die here I might as well get some
enjoyment out of it.



   "Right," He muttered, looking up at the hole.  "Fuck it." He started
walking cautiously towards the entrance with Danica following behind.  For
a few seconds, he stood at the lip of the cavern, his body illuminated in
front of the pitch-black opening, and then he cautiously ran his hand
through the doorway, momentarily looking armless while his limbs were cut
off front any light.  Danica's breath stopped as she half expected some
kind of indigenous monster to reach out through the darkness pluck Akimbo
up and suck him into the cave.  Instead, nothing happened and Akimbo turned
on his headlight.  Danica stepped up behind him.  The entrance turned into
a sheer round tunnel, the keening of the radio seemed to explode in
modulation as she stepped closer.  The light of Akimbo's lamp travelled
down the circler walls and bounced against a far wall thirty meters in
where the tunnel seemed to veer suddenly to the right.



   "Let's go." said Danica.  She nudged Akimbo in the shoulder with the
barrel of her gun.  Akimbo stepped into the entrance and Danica followed.
"We need to keep going." She insisted.  "Whatever you say boss.  I just
hope it eats you next." He started walking forwards with Danica behind him.
The light of his headlight bobbed and weaved as it pierced the shadows in
front of him and Danica could see the merging of their shadows against the
walls.  Suddenly, the sunlight was gone and they were cloaked in darkness.
Then the radio gave a high-pitched scream that reverberated through
Danica's spacesuit like the inside of a bell.  She fell to her knees,
oblivious to her own screams, the loud reverberation sending bolts of pain
through her brain.



   She realized she was on the ground tangled up with Akimbo's suit,
panting.  There was a ringing in her ears and beyond that the sound like
someone yelling at her from a long distance away.  She turned, and realized
in horror that her pistol was lying on the ground between her and Akimbo,
as he slowly turned over onto his arms and legs and looked up at her.  With
sudden realization, he leaped, sprawling towards the gun between them, and
she rolled over on top of the pistol, as he landed like a bag of rocks on
top of her.  He wrapped his arms around hers and started to yank her hands
out from under her.  With the other hand, her pushed down, grinding her
faceplate into the stone floor.  Danica could feel an intense pain in the
disk of her shoulder as he twisted it and forced her to turn onto her
belly. He jabbed her in the gut, knocking the air out of her lungs.  She
could see his eyes, cold and hard, illuminated in the faceplate.  He head
butted her and she was seeing stars.  Suddenly, he stopped his hands in the
air.  Her gun was pointing directly at his head, miraculously attached to
her shaking arm.  "Get the fuck off me, " she growled.



   He pulled away slowly.  She looked at the entrance.  It was completely
blocked, not a landslide of boulders, but as if the earth itself formed in
around them, and became a solidified granite wall.  "How the hell," she
gasped, and then turned towards Akimbo, whose back was braced against the
wall, his muscles tensed.  "Get the fuck on the ground." She jerked
downward with her gun.  "Hands on your head." Akimbo silently, kneeled in
the dirt, his eyes still staring, flashing with anger.  She moved along the
wall to the entrance, warning him to stay still, and with a trembling hand,
pressed against the barrier.  It was rock solid.  "How the hell." The walls
were granite, but perfectly walled without a seal, something had trapped
them in.  Suddenly, there was a bright light, coming from the entrance of a
tunnel, a light, a first like an electric torch, but as Danica's eyes
adjusted, turned into a translucent blue sheet, flickering as it coursed
down the hallway.  It passed over Akimbo, and suddenly his skeletal
structure was for an instant like an x-ray machine.  Akimbo clutched his
heart and leaped back.  The light passed through, she felt an electric
pulse as it did, and her eyes burst white, and then it was passed her and
gone.  Akimbo got to his feet.  He was touching buttons on the keypad of
his space suit.



   "Danica, check---"



   "Shut up." She screamed, pointing her gun at him.



   "Check your environmental readout."



   "Shut up."



   "Danica, this place has air." Akimbo started to take off his helmet. 
There was a whirr as the seal depressurized and Danica could see his firm
African/Eurasian features distinguished by his shaven head, scruffy with a
few days growth.  Akimbo took a deep breath and held it in, then he blew it
out.  "Jesus," He said, "air, and it doesn't even taste like recycled ship.
What is that smell?"



   Danica took of her helmet.  "It's flowers," she said.  It made sense
Akimbo would have never smelled them.  It was likely that he had never set
his foot on earth, not without a spacesuit anyway.  Suddenly, Danica had a
vivid image of herself as a child on earth, at a picnic.  She was running,
holding behind her a child's kite, shaped like a spaceship.  Her father was
off in the distance, in his captain's uniform.



   "We need to keep going.  And don't think I've forgotten what you've
done. If I weren't sure that I might need you, I'd kill you right here."



   Beyond the corridor resided a small, circular chamber with walls that
sloped upward like the inside of an igloo.  Strange glowing phosphorescence
symbols were etched into the walls and glowed with enough brightness to
keep the room visible.  In the center of the chamber was a small culvert,
like a roman bath, filled with a clear translucent liquid that seemed to
shimmer and glow from light emanating from underneath.  The liquid appeared
to be warm, steam rippled of the lightly lapping waves and soon Danica's
exposed skin was covered with a film of moisture.  Unconsciously, she
licked her lips and then realizing what she had done, mentally struck
herself, before her taste buds suddenly confirmed in delight what the
liquid was: water.



   "Water," She said, "Water, water."



   "Yeah," Said Akimbo, while scanning with his atmosphere sensors.  "Pure
H2O and this atmosphere perfect replica of Sol.  No coincidence.  This
environment was made for us."



   Danica walked around the bath until she was opposite of Akimbo, kneeled,
and took a sip of water with the gloved palm.  The water tasted sweet and
soothing on her dry, swollen throat.



   "Are we going to talk about that?" Asked Akimbo, pointing to the center
of the bath, where two stalks, one patchy and dark like the skin of an
avocado and the other white and opalescent, were intertwined, and rose
three to four feet to hang above the steaming water.  From the milky white
stalks hung what looked like bulbous pods, milky translucence, covering a
green chrysalis, fourteen altogether.  From the black vine, there was one
pod, dark brown and covered with small cilious hairs, about the size of an
apricot.



   Akimbo Gonzales started stripping out of his suit and laying it aside.
"What the hell are you doing?" Said Danica.  He looked up at her.  "Skinny
dipping." He disrobed until he was down to a skin-tight fabric that covered
his chest and groin, and then he jumped into the water.  He took out
chemical analysis device from the survival pack and started wading in
towards the plants.



   "I hope it latches onto your face." Growled Danica, but secretly she was
cursing herself for not going first.  Akimbo, had an annoying habit of
assertiveness, which left Danica feeling not so much like she was pushing
him forward, but that he was leading her behind him.  Akimbo looked up at
her.  "You should take off that suit.  Whatever the hell captured us, it
looks like it spent a lot of time figuring out how to make us comfortable."



   Akimbo stepped up to the bulbous spheres that hung from the vines.  "I
wonder what these are.  Maybe eggs?  Perhaps this place is one giant
incubator and were just food for whenever these creatures hatch." Danica
squirmed at that thought, and then moved the barrel of the gun from off
Akimbo's body onto the hanging fruits.  "Well, let's see." Said Akimbo. 
The chemical analyzer was one long, thin metal rod, attached to a computer.
Akimbo slowly sunk it into the milky white fruits, and looked at the
computer read-out.  "Amazing," he muttered to himself.  "Organic material:
proteins, starches, carbohydrates, nothing toxic." Akimbo reached forward
and grabbed the white, milky plant, and pulled until it popped of the stem,
milk running down his fingers.



   "Stop," gasped Danica, but Akimbo had already brought the greenish-white
bulb to his lips and took a bite.  A clear milky liquid dripped down his
chin as he started eating.  "Good." He said.  "Kind of sweet."



   "That was stupid.  You could have died." Growled Danica.  Akimbo ignored
her and kept eating.  He pulled off another one.  "Here" he said, and
tossed it to her.  "Eat." She looked skeptically at the pulpy mess in front
of her.  "It's fine, the, analyzer checked it.  You need to eat." Akimbo's
concern for her only made Danica angrier.  She remembered the report;
Akimbo had been arrested for pimping out female crewmembers on the lower
deck.  He had never gotten court-martialed probably, Danica suspected,
because Akimbo had given his girls to higher-ranking crewmembers who then
protected him.



   She peeled off her the top of her suit, while Akimbo tested the darker
fruit.  The cool, moist air felt good on her arms and chest, breathing
through her under armor tank top.  "This one is definitely toxic." He said,
"I don't think it's an egg, but it definitely has some complex neuro-toxins
in it.  I guess whatever trapped us in here didn't want us to eat this."
Akimbo backed off and pulled himself out of the pool.  Water clung to his
tight clothes, and for a second, Danica, could see every contour of his
musculature underneath his under armor.  "Let's see what's in the other
room."



   There was arch in the wall that led through a stone hallway to another
room.  The other room was a hemisphere like the first, but this time the
ring in the middle was smaller and covered by a metallic grill.  As they
entered, Danica heard the deep growl of a furnace, and light and heat
started emanating from the grill.  "I think it's geothermal energy,"
remarked Akimbo.  "Simple but efficient." "We can't assume anything." Said
Danica.  She was starting to get upset at how easily Akimbo ignored the gun
in her hand while consumed with curiosity with the structure.  "And look
here." Said Akimbo.  There were small white chambers in the wall.  As
Akimbo stepped in, the wall closed in behind him, seamlessly disappearing.



   "Akimbo.  Dammit.  Akimbo." Danica realized that she was scared, that as
much as she hated him, being alone was worse.  Then the door opened. 
Akimbo stepped out, naked.  His body was exactly how she imagined it when
he stepped out of the pool, hard without any body fat.  His skin was dark
olive, a dark trail of black curly hair trailed down to a trunk of a cock
that hung between his legs.  He stood naked and unconscious of it.  "I
think this room is like a bathroom.  It hit me with a pulse of energy and
now my skin feels clean.  I also had to take a piss and now I don't so I
guess it took care of that somehow as well."



   He looked around.  "I guess this is where it wants us to sleep.  There
were heaps of black furs that gleamed with an oily purple luminescence, but
felt like a soft, silky pelt in the corners of the room.  "I guess this is
where we are sleeping." Akimbo grabbed the survival supplies and his space
suit and set it the corner of the room.

   ******



   A few hours later and Danica eyelids were beginning to droop in the warm
bask of the central heat.  She had needed to use the bathroom earlier, and
after she had forced Akimbo at gunpoint to turn his back, and then
stripped, she had entered the cylindrical machine.  A bright blue light
enveloped her entire body and a pulse of energy passed through her, then
steam shot out through vents covering her in hot, moist droplets of water
that cooled against her skin.  When she came out of the machine, a hot dry
heat blasted her as the doors open, the air felt hot and clean on her skin.
She gestured to Akimbo who was smirking at her, and after he turned again
with a shrug, she pulled on her under-armor.



   Akimbo didn't bother putting on clothes, instead wrapping himself in one
of the dark black cloaks and sitting close to the fire.  Danica could see
him, deep patches of shadow, and slivers of skin reflected in the golden
light of the vents.  He was staring into the fire, ignoring her, and
contemplating something with furrowed brows and eyes that were pits of
darkness.



   Suddenly, he surprised her by speaking.  "We will need to find a way out
of here tomorrow.  Somehow we will have to learn what this place wants from
us.  It be best if we got some sleep tonight."



   "You expect me to sleep with you across from me.  Don't make me laugh."





   Akimbo pulled the dark pelt from his shoulders, his arms were broadly
muscled, like a gorilla.  "It serves me nothing to attack you now.  To
survive, we will need to work together."



   "I fall asleep and I wake up to you raping me.  I know what you
Kesslerites are like.  You treat your women like dogs."



   "No," Growled Akimbo, "A dog has more sense and would be a better
companion."



   "You want some bullet holes in that blanket."



   "You fire in this room and you miss, the bullet just as likely to bounce
off the wall and hit you, foolish girl."



   "I'll risk it."



   Akimbo paused.  "You know nothing of the Kesslerites.  Though you could
do with being put over a man's knees, I am forbidden to touch you."



   "Is that so." She laughed.



   Akimbo spoke into the fire: "My people were the first to leave the solar
system of Sol; the first to brave the depths of space; the first to set
foot on a new planet.  The seven Keplars, our dream, before we even knew
what they contained; we went in search for them, on a journey we could
never return from.  Twelve generations born and died on those early ships,
before we eventually arrived, and constructed a wormhole for you who came
afterwards.  Twelve generations, seven hundred years, we made those ancient
ships our home."



   "You skipped over the part where you devolved into savages."



   "Our culture changed it was true.  We shed the trappings and accessories
of sophisticated Sol.  Our women were highly valued, and seeing their own
value, and the lengths we would go to protect them, we made a bargain with
them.  We domesticated them."



   "You enslaved them."



   "Is the idea so terrible.  We protected them, and fed them, and carde
for their needs, and in return, under our training and disciplined hand,
they service us.  If you were to watch the face of one of my female pet
beneath me, you would not thank their lives painful.  Well---" He corrected
himself, "perhaps some pain, for instructive purposes, but no meaningless
cruelty."



   "One of them?"



   On my sixteenth birthday," reminisced Akimbo, "my father gave me my
first pet, a ginger haired sweet creature with such wonderful cries.  The
same whether I whipped her or fucked her.  The first one is given to us. 
The others we must earn through deeds.  I earned three others through acts
of service to the Great Council, and took one legally from a man I killed
in a duel.  Five I had in total and all great beauties and servile animals,
but I had to give them away as gifts when I joined the Sol Confederation
navy as a yeomen.  They are all some other men's pets now.  "



   "So you had a harem.  And remind me again why I should fall asleep
around you."



   "After the building of the Quantum Gates, we made an agreement with the
Sol Federation, in return for not interfering with our cultural way of
life, no Kesslerite male is allowed to take a Sol female as his pet.  So
you are safe.  I will not leash you."



   "What about the women on the Pegasus?"



   He laughed.  "Ship life is hard, especially for young, female
crewmembers.  When some them realized how well I could provide for them,
and all they had to do was give up their freedom and become my pet, they
jumped at the chance.  I gave them out to men on the ship, but at a steep
price, and I made sure that they knew that I would protect them from any
harm.  These girls were used to a hard life, and once they became my pets
they had lives of leisure.  They jumped at the chance.  Of course, once
they surrendered to me, I had to teach them not to think of themselves
anymore as humans, but as loyal pets, but they soon learned and performed
as well as any Keplerite girl.  You may not be so different as you think."



   Akimbo gave her a long look and for a second Danica imagined herself on
her hands and knees with a collar around her throat attached by a leash to
a strong, masculine hand.  She imagined Akimbo's hands sliding up and down
her body petting her, and spreading her open.  Then she shook herself in
anger.



   "Don't think to try any of that stuff with me.  I am your superior
officer and I already am well within my legal right to shoot your for
mutiny.  I'm keeping you alive, because I think you can still serve the Sol
navy, and help me get off this rock." She showed him the gun in her hand.



   "You think you're the first female superior officer to threaten me.  I
know the real reason for your anger.  The temptation is getting to you. 
You wonder what it would be like to give up that responsibility and trust
in me to protect you.  You wonder whether it might not be better that way,
without all of your petty, female emotions getting in the way of our
survival.  The thing is, everything your wondering, you're right."



   He turned away from her and wrapped the blanket around himself.  Sooner
then she wanted to admit he was asleep.



   She woke up surprisingly comfortable, in a warm room, with a soft
mink-like fur against her cheek.  She lifted her head squinting and pushing
her hair from her eyes, and noticed that Akimbo was gone from the room. 
She leaned up, startled, and grabbed her gun.  He was gone.  There was only
one way he could have gone.



   She stepped up and walked through the archway into the room with
cistern. As she entered, she felt the moisture of the warm water hit her
skin.  The light in the room shifted from the orange glow of the furnace to
the moon-like blue of the light coming from the clear pool.  Akimbo wasn't
in the room, but something had gone into the water, and plucked the dark,
avocado-skinned plant (the toxic one, Danica remembered) from the stem. 
The dark, bulbous plant was on the ground beside the pool.  Someone had
bitten into it; there were teeth mark, and white foam was dribbling out. 
Akimbo went back into her room and noticed that all of Akimbo gear was
still there.  She reached through the bag and got the chemical analyzer. 
She quickly went back and stabbed the stem into the half-eaten fruit.  Sure
enough, the screen showed that the dark blotchy skinned fruit was the same
as the green ones, except for a major dose of neuro-toxins, enough to kill
a whale.  If Akimbo had eaten this, he should be dead, according to
everything Danica knew about toxicology.  But where was the body?



   The hairs lifted on the back of her head.  With a sudden, nauseating
realization, she noticed that the other hallway, the one that lead to the
sealed exit, had moved and was no longer there, and that sometime in the
night, a new hallway had been formed against the opposite wall, leading
deeper into the mountain.



   She walked down the corridor, deeper into the earth, and the tunnel
quickly opened outward into a wide, spherical cavern.  The floors shifted
into a walkway suspended above immeasurable space.  Along the curved walls,
glass terrariums displayed alien plant life, similar to what they had found
in the first chamber, but in every possible hue and shape.



   The causeway climbed upward until it reached a round disc-shaped
platform suspended in the center of the platform.  As she got closer, a
white light shot down from above illuminating the platform and the pale
figure standing in the center.



   Danica stepped into the light and faced the creature.  A translucent
white veil covered its body.  It was clearly an alien, a humanoid.  Silver
eyes stared at Danica as she stepped forward and waited for it to speak. 
She was shocked when it kneeled before her.  She could see three sets of
breasts outlined beneath the veil.  The air suddenly smelled sweet.



   "Welcome.  I am Obeisant.  I submit to your request for information,
visitor."



   "How did you know I wanted information," Asked Danica.



   "I was chosen to bear the aspect of servitude.  I am now service
rendered flesh.  As you are now submission."



   "I'm not submitting to anything."



   "But you ate of the fruit.  It has merged with you."



   "Do you mean plants, the ones in the first room, what are they."



   The creature's eyes glowed blue and it lifted its---hers---Danica
couldn't help thinking of it as her--- hands in supplication.  "The makers
were creatures of infinite powers.  They grew tired of living consumed with
the multitudes of emotions and personalities within them.  They strived to
identify their own psychological states, collected them into specific
ethos's, and distilled them.  The makers became beings of neutrality and
could choose any aspect at will.  If a maker wished to exist in a
particular state, he would eat of the fruit and have it merge with him.  He
would then become that thing until he wished to change."



   "So the fruit is a parasite.  Is it inside me?" Danica asked, scared.



   "The fruit is an aspect incarnate.  The makers wished for me to serve so
they had me eat of the fruit of service and made me as I now am.  Now I
exist to serve."



   "My partner.  Have you seen him?  "



   "One came early.  The Domitus.  He compelled me to serve him and I
obeyed."



   "Akimbo?  Was it a human?  Like me, but male?"



   "The Domitus was once human."



   A cold chill ran down Danica's spine.  "Where is he?"



   Obesient looked confused.  "He is here."



   Danica heard a noise behind her.  She turned and stared out into the
void in front of her.  In the darkness, a creature unfolded itself, turned
and looked at her, and then scurried across the ceiling.  Danica fired the
bullets, exploding the glass terrariums seconds from where the creature
was. As quick as a thought the creature scurried away, shadows merging with
its bible-black skin.

   "He has eaten the fruit of Dominion and become one." Said Obesient.



   "What the fuck was that," Screamed Danica, but in her head she knew what
it looked like: Some sort of mutated cross between a giant centipede and
Akimbo Gonzalez.



   " He wants you.  He is going to take you soon."



   Danica turned toward the alien.  "Don't try anything."



   "I do not need to.  He will take you.  Go to him."



   Danica backed away and headed down the stairs.  She was acutely aware of
her nakedness in her flimsy tank top and shorts and decided to head towards
her space suit.  She walked into the room, gun drawn.  There were only
three places where Akimbo could be: the water room, the bedroom, or the
other hallway.  The water room was empty.  Just the sound of water bubbling
up from the cistern, and flickering lights reflected on the ceiling.  The
dark hallway in front of her was a gaping hole.  Danica skirted that
hallway and looked into the bedroom.  There was the orange glow and piles
of blankets.  Danica pondered whether the thing that once was Akimbo could
fit beneath the blankets, but then she decided it was impossible.  She
looked down the hallway.  He had to be somewhere in there.  If that was
true, then she had him cornered, and easy enough to kill.



   She took a step towards the hallway.  Through the corner of her eye, she
noticed that the bathroom was opened and light was trickling out.  It was
closed when I looked in the room, she thought.  She turned and he was
standing right behind her.  With one swift movement, her gun was knocked
from her hand.  Then his large claws completely encircled her throat and
she was lifted up with legs kicking above the ground.



   The creature looked at her at eye-level, as she pulled weakly at the
hands around her throat and choked.  The creatures face had large,
silver-dollar, glowing eyes and a mouth like a shark that salivated slime.
Black horns adorned his skull.  A centipede body trailed down his back like
dreadlocks made of spider appendages.  Black spots began to form in front
of her eyes as he pulled her towards his maw.  A long black tongue snaked
out and slapped across her face leaving a trail.  "Good night, Princess."
The creature that was once Akimbo growled.

   ******



   She awoke again on the black furs.  Her body was feverish and exhausted,
as if she was half-awake.  For a second, she thought it had been a
nightmare or fever dream.  She lifted herself up on quivering arms.  Even
that action, exhausted her.  Her head felt stuffed with cotton and her
vision was blurry.  "Am I dying?" She wondered out loud.  Her lips were dry
and raspy.



   She was about to collapse, when something reached forward, grabbed her
by her hair, and held her body up.  A ridiculously long thin torso stepped
in front of her, with chitin skin and three thin talons for toes.  A large
black horse-cock hung between its legs.  The creature loomed over her and
pressed its cock to her lips.  "Eat." It snarled.  She pursed her lips and
whine like a baby refusing food.  He pressed forward, his precum dripping
on to her nose, but she turned her head to get away.  Suddenly, she smelled
the scent of his pre-cum, and her mouth began to drool.  She was
deliriously hungry and weak and the pre-cum smelled so delicious. 
Gingerly, she stuck out her tongue and lapped at the cock.  From above he
she could hear the voice, like a shark, growl.  "Good.  You are weak from
the transformation.  You need to eat or you will die."



   "What am I doing?" Thought Danica.  She wanted to rebel, but her body
betrayed her.  Her mouth opened up shyly, and her tongue extended outward
hungrily.  He sunk the head of his cock into her mouth.  Her jaw was
distended holding the entirety of it.  She could taste the milky fluid
covering his cock and she unconsciously started to suck at it.



   The pre-cum bathed her tongue and mouth and felt immediately soothing.
Almost without thought, she began to suck at the tip wanting more.  The
action was soothing and child-like.  Her fear dissipated and her mind went
to mindlessly sucking at her lifeline.



   The creature place both of his clawed hands in her hair and started to
push her head down on his cock.  Rhythmically, he pumped her mouth with his
cock.  She wanted to resist but she was too weak and tired.  Her thoughts
were her own, but her feelings told her that his act of domination made her
feel safe.  He was showing he owned her that meant that he would care for
her.  It would start with her feeding.

   He growled and her mouth was flooded with his cum.  It tasted nothing
like she imagined.  Creamy with the consistency of porridge.  Almost
flavorless, but filling.  She gulped it down only to have his cock produce
more.  He pumped out more cum then she could have possibly imagined.  Soon
she was full, her stomach tight and round.  He pulled out with a wet lurch
and she collapsed.  Her face was smeared with his cum, but she ran her
tongue across her lips wanting more.



   He walked around her, grabbing her by the ass with his talons, and
pulling her rear end upwards.  She rested her cheek against the cold ground
exhausted.  She didn't move, only whimpered when he pushed into her.  His
cock slowly sank into her going further then anyone had ever gone before.
Further then she thought possible.  Eventually, he was fully inside of her,
and she could feel his cock resting in her stomach.  "Did they do something
to me?  That should have killed me."



   He started fucking her.  Not like a human, but with the force and
precision of a machine.  It felt like a metallic piston was slamming into
her, each thrust lighting up every pleasure center in her body at the same
time.  There was a white light and Danica's eyes into the back of her head
and her tongue fell out of her mouth.  She began to moan unintelligibly.



   She was a puppet being jerked around on strings.  The orgasm never hit;
she never stopped orgasming.  There was no crescendo, just white noise of
indeterminate length.  She came back to awareness with him cumming inside
of her.  She could feel his cock pulsing, and her womb being flooded with
cum.  "Am I going to be pregnant?  With the baby of that thing." For some
reason, Danica was intellectually scared, but her emotions were flat. 
There was even a trace of something maternal that swelled up when she
thought of it.  Danica was starting to panic.  He's turning me into his
animal, she thought.  Please, Gods no.  I don't want it to happen.





   He pulled out and stepped over her slumped body.  His cum dripped down
on her comatose form.  He brought it to her lips and she began to lap at it
like a kitten.  Tears were falling from her eyes.  When his cock was clean,
he left, and she fell asleep.



   When she woke up again, his cock was slowly drilling into her asshole.
"God no.  It can't fit." She thought.  But it did fit; her anal ring
squeezed tightly around the metal bar.  She could feel his talons holding
her down, as he fucked her at his own pace.  Obeisant was looking down at
her with bemused acceptance.  Danica pleaded with her eyes and Obeisant
leaned over and kissed her.  "I told you that he would take you.  You are
the first of his pride." Obeisant kissed her again, and when she realized
the kiss, Danica's lips felt numb.



   Without even a struggle, the creature lifted Danica up so she was
impaled on his dick and spread her legs open with his hands.  "Lick her."
Obeisant obeyed.  Danica began to cum again as the creature filled her ass.
Later, Obeisant tenderly licked the cum out of Danica's ass, while she
licked while she bathed his dick with her tongue.  He sat down and pulled
her.  Lying between his legs, Danica felt a bizarre, almost alien emotion:
comfort.  The creature made her look up at him and she purred at its touch.



   "Akimbo." She asked.  "Is that you?"



   "Hush, little spaceslut.  It is time to be fed." He guided her to his
cock.  She would have went there willingly, but she felt at peace when he
took what he wanted from her..  She opened her mouth wide and it seemed to
extend wider then it ever had before.  He pulled down and his cock was in
her mouth, then it pushed against her throat.  Danica panicked for a
second, but her throat swallowed the creature's cock.  Soon, her lips were
pressed tightly against its waste.  Her jaw was pushed impossibly open, and
the creature's cock squeezed tightly against the walls of her throat as if
they were wrapped in a sheath.  She found that when she swallowed the
muscles along her throat rippled along his cock and he liked that.  She
didn't need to breath.



   "That's it, spaceslut.  Just like that and you will be fed.  Well fed."
He laughed.  "A symbiotic relationship, huh.  You have to latch onto my
cock for your daily feedings."



   He moaned as she tried to run her tongue under his cock.  There was no
where for her tongue to move it was pressed against the bottom of her
mouth.



   His long snake-like cock pulled out of her throat.  Danica succumbed to
her hunger. "Please, I'm hungry," She said.  "Please feed me."



   He pulled her naked body upward so that she hung by her hair, and her
knees barely scraping against the cold, gravel floor.  Her skin was
streaked with dirt and gravel.  When she was finished he would let her bath
in the warm pool.  Her mouth hung open obediently.  He thrust forward,
until he was lodged in her throat again.  She kept humming.  He owned her
and she needed to be obedient.  He came down her throat.  She could feel
her stomach swell with food.



   Later he bathed her.  Danica could see that the monster had opened up
rooms throughout the compound.  It was far more extensive then she could
have imagined.  In one of the room, she could tell he was starting a botany
station.  Growing more fruit.  For who, she thought, and then felt guilty.
She knew he wouldn't want her thinking.  She followed him around as he
worked and waited quietly.  There was an alien ship that he was repairing.
There were other tasks that she could not understand.  Sometimes, he would
take a break and rape her or Obeisant.

   One day, he wound cords around her body until she was completely tied
up. He attached a breathing mask to her face, and threw a dark cloak around
her neck that he had made from the blankets.  He took her out of the
compound.

   This was the final evidence that something had been done to her at a
cellular level.  She appeared human, she had become curvier, hard muscle
had fattened.  And her skin was noticeably pale.  Her irises were mother of
pearl.  But that was cosmetic.

   Outside in the atmosphere she should have been dead.  But both her and
the creatures ignored the wind and the heat.  It was as if she was hiking
through the badlands.  They travelled down to the wreck site and he started
collecting machinery, humming to himself.

   When he was finished, he sat and put her between his knees again. 
"Lunch," he growled.  He pulled off her mask, and slid his cock down her
well-prepared mouth.  While she fed, he explained his plan.  "The Founder
ship needs fuel.  But there isn't any.  I'm going to boost the signal on
the radio and convince a ship to come down here to look for survivors. 
Then I'll take the ship, and use its fuel for ours.  We need to replenish
the ranks of our species.  I don't know how many litters your body is going
to provide me, so we'll have to use the fruits.  We will need more pets and
more soldiers."

   She mewed around his cock.  He smiled down at her.  His mouth filled
with syringes.  "You used to be such a pain in the ass.  Take-no-shit
officer Danica.  Well, you won't have to worry about giving commands again,
spaceslut.  You just need to take care of my cock and be a good incubator
for my brood.

   Danica whined.

   "Don't worry.  I'll take care of that hot little pussy."

   He pulled out of her wet mouth and laid her over a metal carapace.i He
rested his cock against her ass and Danica could feel his teeth and hot
breath on the back of her neck as she started fucking.  Danica thought back
to her first command.  Her dress uniform.  Standing on the bridge for the
first time.  And now she was nothing, his brood mare.  She wondered when
she would give up her ability to think and succumb to being his animal.

   "Fuck me.  Please Dominus." She begged.  He thrusted and her mind went
white with pleasure.
   End of Part I.