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  The way that the scythes struck the floor and punctured through the metal made Sarah nearly wet herself with arousal.

  “Jesus,” She whispered.

  Heat growled against her ear. Then the alien cock ground against her sex, so hot and so wet that she felt nearly friction-less. Sarah’s own claws dug into the floor and she rocked herself backwards against the cock that was teasing her. Larry ground back, then hissed softly as he began to sink into her. The feeling was...indescribable. Her pussy spread for him, then spread wider, and her whole body felt as if she was being completed. His member bumped against parts of her sex that she hadn’t realized could feel, let alone could feel so very good .

  “Faster,” Sarah whined.

  And Larry obliged.

  Sarah clenched onto the ground and shuddered in pure bliss as Larry fucked her with hard, brutal, animal thrusts. His hips slapped against her ass, and she felt the jiggles reverberating through every part of her body that had even a tiny bit of give. She felt no balls, no testes at all, bumping against her thighs, or slapping her belly. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she drooled on the floor – but a part of her was making a tiny idea of an adjustment. Balls felt nice. She liked balls.

  Her orgasm exploded through her with the shocking speed of a firework going off. Everything went white and Sarah made a noise that was somewhere between a gurgle and a groan – the same noise she had made when she was literally getting skullfucked by tentacles. As if Larry had read her mind, the tentacles that wreathed his head like a mane of hair wrapped around her. One wrapped around her throat. Two others caressed her scalp. One teased her lips. One even bumped, lazily, against her nose.

  Sarah came again . This time, the whiteness came with a roar – a roar that she realized came from somewhere other than her own brain only after she felt the first searing hot jet of cum, spurting into her womb. Sarah gurgled against the ground as her thighs spread wantonly wide and she let her entire brain go blank as Larry pumped blast after blast of cum into her. She felt so full – and his cock swelled just a bit more, keeping the cum that he was filling her inside her.

  Only slowly did he start to pull out of her, his breath hot against her neck as he drew out. Her sex dripped onto the floor as he pulled out – the pattering sound making her tremble with how downright lewd it sounded. Sarah’s legs spread even wider and let her belly and hips rest against the floor. She had never been this flexible before, but she accepted it now as her new normal. She mumbled. Tried to speak. Finally said: “Jinkies.”

  “...what?” Larry asked.

  “S’a thing my roomie used to say...” Sarah mumbled. “After good sex.”

  “How’d you know?” Larry asked, then perked up.

  “Hid in the closet once,” Sarah mumbled more.

  “...hot...” Larry whispered.

  “I was terrified they’d notice me the whole time, so, no, actually,” Sarah admitted, her voice coming more easily as she got her arms under her. She rolled onto her back, panting slowly. “Hey. Wait. Wait, wait, wait...” She closed her eyes. “Your HUD. Where’s your HUD?” She looked around – and she saw that his HUD had been part of the cocoon scraps. Sarah was beginning to remember their idea for the plan – and that that would need to be modified, now that Larry had been changed like her too. But as she crawled, hand over hand, to the HUD, she noticed that the implanted speaker – now exposed to the open air – was buzzing along the ground. Someone was speaking. Which meant that they were getting through the radio interference to contact his HUD...

  Which meant…

  Sarah heard the sound of the security droids first. Then the rumble, crash, crackle of the heavy vehicles. She scrambled to her feet, adrenaline burning out the last of her post-fuck goofiness. “Uh, shit, shit!” She said, looking around wildly. The pop-tent’s built in communication system, a cheap intercom that sounded like it was several centuries old, spoke: “This is Sec-Team 09, Officer Mahendra. Dr. Bowers, we detected your HUD’s med alert, is everything okay in there?”

  Sarah picked up the coms. “Yes! We’re good! Everything is fine in here!” She paused. “How are you?”

  “...Dr. Kappel?” Pause. “Aren’t you dead ?”

  Sarah looked at the doglike alien that was Larry Bowers. “Uhh...”

  The coms cracked off.

  The airlock blew in.

  And the flashbang followed after.

  Chapter Five: Sarah Gets Mad

  Sarah had seen flashbangs used in fiction. Loud noise, big flash, ringing sound, lots of slow motion while the hero tried to desperately scramble for a gun to shoot back. What fiction didn’t include was the feeling of the flash-power burning onto her skin in a grid pattern, or the way the nerve-induction sonics hammered her flesh like...hammers. It didn’t mention that the gas that filled her nose and throat hit her nearly as bad as the anaphylactic shock had. And it definitely didn’t mention the security robots storming in. One of them smashed into her shoulder first and sent her sprawling to the ground. The security bot planted itself atop her body, unfolding several arms that began to spray her with fast hardening polymer – all before she had managed to even think about explaining what was going on.

  A machine gun’s hammering filled the air. Larry cried out – and out of the corner of her eye, she saw black blood splashing against the wall. “No!” Sarah shouted. Then a screeching of torn metal reached her ears. The head of one of the security mechs went flying overhead. Then Larry thumped to the ground to her left. Blood welled from a half dozen ragged holes punched into his flank – bubbling and hissing. He breathed raggedly and rumbled. “S’fine...”

  A pair of shiny black boots stomped past her head. When Sarah craned her head up, she saw the clear faceplate and armored body of a security officer. She cocked her head to the side and picked up the face of Chief Baraka. He was pale, with dark hair, and a wicked scar from one of the many minor skirmishes that NovaDyne had fought with competitors over the years. He had one of his heavy revolvers in his hand – the kind he favored because they were flashy and fancy looking. Sarah gritted her teeth.

  “That’s Dr. Bowers!” she shouted over the sound of ringing in her ears. She sounded distant. Muffled. “Don’t hurt him!”

  Chief Baraka looked at her, with cold eyes. His lip curled and he put his boot onto Larry’s ribs, pushing him onto his side. “This thing is Dr. Bowers?” he asked.

  “Y-Yes!” Sarah gasped. “You can hear him! He can talk !”

  “ Yeah!” Larry rasped out.

  Chief Baraka put his finger to the side of his helmet. He was getting a radio bust. Sarah felt the pain and buzzing from the flashbang fading – her ears weren’t even ringing anymore. She strained against the restraints wrapped around her chest, her arms and her muscles burning. The restraints started to creak and groan. Chief Baraka shook his head. “I’ve fought bugs before,” he said, his voice soft. He put more pressure on Larry, pinning him down as Larry made weak twitches with his arms. Baraka aimed with his pistol, right down at Larry’s head.

  “No!” Sarah shouted. “No, don’t, please !”

  Baraka fired.

  Larry’s doglike skull exploded apart. Brain matter and bits of bone flecked against Sarah’s cheek. She went slack, her arms feeling like they’d suddenly become pipe cleaners again. Baraka spoke – his voice silent, no longer transmitting outside of his suit. He gestured to the remaining security team and security bots. Soon, human arms had slung Sarah between metal bodies – and added a second, third, and fourth layer of mummy like wrappings. She wriggled and squirmed – but no matter how hard she strained, no matter how hard she tried, Sarah couldn’t get free.

  The whole force started home.

  And Sarah began to cry.

  ***

  The cell that they dumped her into was painfully familiar.

  Sarah scrambled to her feet and immediately did what a dozen or so specimens she had captured had done across three different tours with NovaDyne: She scrambled to the wall
s and started to press her palms against the smooth, silvery surface that she knew was a full spectrum quantum dot scanner and recording device. A voice came over the PA: “Subject appears to be bipedal and fully capable of humanoid movements. Uh, start doing a thermal workup.”

  “D...Doctor Gibson?” Sarah asked, her ears perking up.

  Dr. Gibson didn’t say anything to her. Instead, a glowing bar of light wicked out from the cell walls and swept over her body. She heard a faint collection of sounds, rustling through her ears. It was a bit like being on a com with someone whose microphone was too close to their desk. She heard the clicking of styluses and pens, the soft clatter of plastic on plastic, the typing of fingers. She frowned. “Dr. Gibson!” She said, again. “It’s me! Sarah!”

  “Subject is attempting to communicate,” Dr. Gibson said, his voice sounding tired and distracted. “Uh, do you think it is a camouflage attempt?”

  “Possibly,” another voice said – one she recognized as Trevor Yale. He was one of the flashy nanotechs who had been earmarked for promotion for the entire trip. “Though, if it was going to pretend to be Sarah, you’d think it’d be more...” He started to make oinking noises.

  There was a shoving sound, and some snickering.

  Sarah was hearing three male voices – Gibson, Yale and...if she didn’t miss her guess, Barakas. She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a flare of self consciousness. “My name is Sarah Kappel,” she said. “I was born in the Torontoburgh Archaeology, in level 98101. My parents are Perez and Sarah Kappel, they both have EduTech citizenship. My mom is working on their latest Marvel reboot doing scut-level CGI for Captain America’s lower limbs, and my dad handles repair and maintenance on the Galactic Adventures amusement park in Erie Park. I s-served on this fucking ship for three fucking months and the whole fucking time, Trevor didn’t stop making oinking noises every time I walked past his fucking cubical, and the only reason I didn’t say anything is because I know he’s fucking you, Gibson, you piece of shit. Let. Me. Out !”

  The words got faster and louder the more they tumbled out of her. She trembled and she felt her claws pricking against the insides of her armpits as she tucked them against her. Her eyes glared outwards, at one of the four walls. Not that she knew which one was adjoined to the laboratory. One of them had to be.

  Silence.

  “Can the subject hear-” Yale started.

  “Yes, I can fucking hear you! Let me out !” Sarah shouted.

  “Sedate the subject,” Barakas snapped, his voice authoritative. The others didn’t hesitate. The entire room started to hiss. The gas was invisible, but it had clearly been designed to work with the biochemistry of this planet. It rushed into Sarah’s nose and down her throat. Her lungs burned and she wobbled, slightly, her knees quivering until she fell onto her hands and her knees. Her head ducked forward.

  “...goddamn, though...” She heard Trevor’s voice through a muffled pillow. “Look at that ass .”

  “It’s an alien, Doctor Yale,” Barakas rumbled. But she could practically feel the big security chief oggling her. Well. Now she knew where the fucking lab was. Her eyes closed and her claws scraped onto the ground – drawing up thin furrows of silvery metal, which snarled up against her fingertips.

  “Did you just see that?” Gibson whispered.

  Sarah breathed heavily through clenched teeth. “That’s...solid...hypersteel alloy...” She snapped her head up, her head spines tightening against her head like a set of ridges – making her look fierce and furious. Her eyes flashed. “I said...” She forced herself to her knees as more gas hissed into the room. “Let. Me. Out .”

  She punched the wall.

  There was nothing elegant about it. She hadn’t really gone in for much training, beyond the grips and grabs that most women learned to try and get men to let go of them. It was a flailing, wild swing. But it struck the wall with a gonging sound that left an indentation nearly as deep as her thumb and sent a wash of numbing pain along her whole arm. Her shoulder had gone numb, that was how far along the backwash went. The numbness faded as she lifted her other arm. This time, the impact punched through the wall and into open air. Ragged metal tore at her skin and black blood flowed along the wall as Sarah grinned, feeling...for the first time in her life…

  Powerful.

  It was a good feeling.

  She jerked her wrist backwards and saw the wounds were already closing. Through the ragged hole she had punched into the wall, she could see Dr. Yale and Dr. Gibson gawping at her. They both scrambled out of their swivel chairs and away from the broad board of dials, switches and touch screens that served as the observation room. Barakas, though, pulled out his pistol and started to fire shots through the hole and into the containment cells. Sparks showered the air as the bullets rebounded and started to bounce off Sarah’s shoulder blades and buttocks. She ducked aside and hissed as she felt a stinging lump of metal flick against her forehead – it felt a bit like a kid tossing a paper football at her.

  “Incinerate her!” Barakas said.

  “Her now?” Sarah growled.

  “We can’t, the seal is-” Dr. Gibson gibbered, sounding nearly hysterical.

  Sarah grabbed onto the ragged edge of the hole. She hooked her claws on the metal and she tore. The wall squealed and groaned and gave all in one gigantic piece. Wires, tugged free from their mountings, sparked in the air while computer components tumbled from where they had been nestled, skittering along the floor like multicolored candies. Sarah pivoted herself through the hole, her feet kicking out and smashing into Dr. Yale’s chest. The blond haired puke went flying backwards and smashed into the wall, leaving an indentation in the cheap areoplast. Gidion grabbed onto the younger doctor’s hand and tugged him to the door, screaming at the top of his lungs.

  Chief Barakas shot Sarah in the chest.

  The round slammed through her, then bust inside of her with a starburst of flame and pain. She staggered backwards, blood streaming past her lips. She coughed, wobbled slightly, then clutched at herself. Her eyes half closed. She clenched teeth and felt bubbling heat dripping through and around her teeth. “Oh...” She hissed. “You should have brought a bigger gun,” she growled in a voice that was not her own, in words that were not her own. This wasn’t Sarah. Sarah was meek. Sarah hid. But Sarah was hiding now – and something else was wearing her skin, using her vocal cords. That something else grabbed onto Barakas’ pistol hand.

  “Subject seems to have vastly increased strength,” Sarah growled.

  She clenched.

  The pistol came to pieces, and the pieces turned Barakas’ hand into a red ruin of bone and veins. The security chief’s eyes bugged and his knees buckled.

  “Subject seems to be deeply aware of human biological weaknesses,” Sarah added, bringing her knee up. She would have smashed the Chief’s balls in with that strike – but he bent and twisted, so that instead, her knee caught his thigh and the femur burst from the skin with a spray of arterial blood. She released his hand and he collapsed onto his back, gasping, his face completely chalk white. His eyes were wild and his face was flecked with blood and bits of spittle.

  “Subject...” Sarah lifted her foot.

  Barakas mumbled something.

  From his mouth. His human mouth. Her foot hovered over that face and she saw that she was about to turn a human being into pulp. Sarah wanted to be sick. She stepped back and away from the prone man, bile rising out of her mouth. Oh god, she thought. Oh god oh god.

  Baraks managed to get the words out, louder: “Security...override. Emergency evacuation orders. Now.”

  The entire ship began to wail with alerts as Barakas laid his head back. His eyes closed and he smirked. “You’re going to be...left here...to rot. Both of us are gonna die here, you alien bi-” He blinked as Sarah grabbed onto his shirt. She slung him over her shoulder and sprang into the corridor. Her brain wheeled as she remembered the emergency evacuation routines. The scout ship, like most scout ships, was design
ed to deploy and fabricate a large laboratory extension. Since, well, it had a maker. It didn’t have to transport a bunch of supplies from place to place. Normally, when it got prepped to leave a planet, they’d all get into work suits and dismantle the whole place and chuck it into the maker to recycle it all back to component matter, which could then be used for reaction mass or making a lab on the next planet.

  But when the emergency happened...

  The whole base shuddered and she heard screams and cries of alarm coming from others in detatched sections of the lab. Then she came to the large central airlock that led to the actual body of the ship. The doors were creaking shut with a loud derrt derrt derrt noise. Sarah skidded to a stop, panting heavily. “Hey, Chief,” she said. “You have health insurance, right?”

  “Class two!” he snarled.

  “Good!” Sarah put him down. “I didn’t.”

  She kicked him through the doorway. He skidded along the ground like a football, until the door slammed shut – sealing and locking shut. Sarah nodded to herself. Class two healthcare meant he’d get a new hand. So. She didn’t have to feel too bad about herself. Which was why she managed to keep herself from vomiting until right now. She puked her entire stomach contents onto the floor, coughing and spluttering as she spat and smacked her lips. “Ugh. Ick. Augh. Oh god. Oh god.”

  Then the ship took off.

  The sucker used a high end fusion torch – enhanced via some kind of gravitational input shunt, the same kind that they used to power the HPS drive. That meant it could unleash a terrible amount of force – and when that force hit the ground, it rippled to each side. Superheated gasses exploded through the space between the lab structures, and the cheaply fabricated materials started to melt. The entire ground rocked upwards and Sarah was flung away from the airlock door. She hit her back and saw the corridor sagging inwards, like some kind of demented house of wax – dripping with lava-like stalagmites. Or tites. She could never remember which. She scrabbled backwards on her hands and feet, crabwalking before she got to her feet and sprinted away. The ceiling, being cheaply made, started to collapse as the subsonic rumble of the rocket shook it to pieces, then the backwash bathed it from overhead as the scout ship rushed towards the heavens. She dodged left, dodged right, screaming as she batted away metal plates that tumbled onto her head and her shoulders.