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Blood is Thicker than Water 2

After taking over the older man’s body, the alien found himself leaning back on his chair and enjoying just the simple pleasures of the possession. “Harold, Harry for short,” he said to himself, chuckling. “Ahhh, sorry son, but this body is just too nice to pass up on. Maybe when you’ll older you can be a nice husk for me to use and abuse.”

His son simply looked straight ahead, completely emotionless. After several days of just being a host for the alien now known as “Harold,” his mind was having a hard time awakening. A few hours later, and he’ll be back to normal, though confused on why his ass felt so stretched out. However, for the time being, he was in a state of “until further instruction.” While at first, the possessed Harold had planned to use his son for a test drive of his new assets, he reconsidered.

Perhaps the son or the experience of transferring hosts had altered something in the chemicals of the alien's brain, but he suddenly found himself searching for a partner far richer, similar to Harold himself. Eager to work, Harold searched through his host’s contact list and memory banks to find not just a suitable Saturday night encounter, but also an alternative host to take over once he was bored with Harold.

He had no purpose in life, so he decided to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. One man from Harold’s workplace stood out in particular: Peter Koche. A serious man that, on occasion, would steal glances at Harold when he believed no one saw. Unfortunately for him, Harold did notice, and now the slime creature inside of him would take the opportunity that the normal Harold would be disgusted by.

With one hand in his underwear and absentmindedly playing with his impressive new package, Harold sent Peter an email asking for a moment of his time to go out and get some drinks. Surprisingly, Peter responded soon afterward with a polite acceptance. “Yes!” Harold cried out, commanding his yet-to-be-awake son to high-five him.

Later that night, after a few rounds of drinking and playful flirting, Harold found himself in Peter’s apartment.

“It’s a decent place,” said Peter, walking around the place with his hands in his slacks’ pockets, fidgeting with the fabric. “Little lonely, though. Such a big apartment for a guy like me.” He avoided Harold’s as he spoke. Was the tint of red that colored his cheeks from the drinks or something else?

Harold simply smiled. “Y’know I have a son,” he said as he took a seat on the sofa. He gestured for Peter to do the same.

Obliging his guest’s request, Peter took a seat on the end of the couch. as far from Harold as he could be. “I know,” he said, trying to save face. “I was just saying! No need to jump to assumptions like that. Or are you looking to piss me off?”

Harold shook his head. “Looks like you’re doing well enough at that on your own.” He laughed at Peter’s sheepish huff. “We’re adults, Peter. Friends, even. If you want to tell me something, just be straight with me.” Never dropping the smile, Harold leaned in. He caressed Peter from his chest down to his stomach.

“Or, you’d rather be something else?” he whispered into Peter’s ear.

“Ha-Harold! I...”

“Yes…?”

“I never expected you to be so forward...” Peter said, his hot breath causing excited goosebumps to trail down Harold’s arms. “A-Are you sure about this? What about Casey, your son?”

“Oh don’t worry about Casey,” said Harold as he reached forward to undo the first of Peter’s buttons. “He’ll understand. I’ll make sure of it.” He licked his lips as he saw the trail from Peter’s chest down to his stomach. “Found a treasure chest,” he said, twerking Peter’s nipple with his fingers. “All to myself, too.” With those words and a sensual moan from Peter, Harold threw himself for a sweet loving.

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“Oh fuck, oh fuck, OHHH!” Peter cried out as he came. The warm sensation of his own semen splattered all over his stomach only made him harder.

“A-Almost, almost—NGH! I’m cumming…!” Harold grunted. Peter moaned as he felt a torrent of cum flood his insides. He felt warm and full, like he just had a wonderful snacc. Before he could say anything, Harold let out a loud moan and collapsed on top of him, pinning Peter to the ground. “Ha-Harold—WOAH!” Peter cringed as he felt something warm surge into his body. “Harold, Harold—lemme go, aaahhh!”

He writhed on the couch, cock rubbing against Harold’s stomach as another creature invaded his body.

Not too long afterward, Peter was looking at himself in the mirror with a completely different demeanor. “Not bad,” said Peter, flexing. “Body feels adequate, and it’s nicely aged and taken care of, too. He’ll be a good host and plaything when I’m feeling bored.” He glanced back at Harold, who still sat on the couch, eyes completely blank. “Let’s have some fun, human.”

FEStival Fiasco

Part 2

Part 1, Prologue

You’re Gonna Carry that Weight

Before the competition, the students were given time to research the cultures of the planet they would soon infiltrate. For Centaurus, what interested him the most was the cowboy. He had obsessively watched several spaghetti westerns and read many books detailing the rugged outlaws that prowled the western United States.

To Centaurus, the cowboy embodied freedom. He was a gallant legend that wandered the land, not caring about class or even order he dispensed justice wherever he went. He proudly carried himself with his smooth-talking ways and underhanded tricks that resonated so strongly with Centaurus. At least, that was the image that Centaurus had carved into his mind. I want to be like that. Not a worm, but a cowboy.

Now, staring a real-life cowboy at one of the food stalls in the early festival hours, he found himself unable to even utter a word.

“Uh, ya see somethin’ ya like?” The man said with a carefree grin. As soon as the cowboy spoke up, Centaurus jumped in his seat. He was still in Ken’s body, but the man’s memory and charisma completely failed. Even his own natural talent fizzled out.

“Um, yeah—no, wait, shit! Didn’t mean it like that,” said Centaurus, now pointedly looking away. He couldn't recall a time when he had gotten this flustered. What was happening to him? “Forget about it, all right?”

The stall owner arched an eyebrow at the two, but she didn’t say anything. She simply served their food with a polite nod.

Centaurus meant to walk away and crawl in a hole, but the cowboy stepped right in his way. Clad in a flannel shirt and a cowboy hat, he wore both his clothes and expression with unrivaled charisma. “Howdy,” he said, carefully enunciating the word.

“H-Hey...”

“C’mon! No need to be shy. Walk with me.” Seeing no reason to decline, Centaurus allowed himself to be guided around by this man straight out of his fantasies. “Name’s Austin,” he introduced himself. “Southern boy by birth and trade. You?”

“C-Cent,” was as far Centaurus said before clamming up again.

“Cent? Funny li’l name,” Austin said with a laugh. “Cute, tho. Like, rolls off the tongue real nice.” His tongue licked his lips just the slightest bit as he spoke. Centaurus nearly melted right then and there.

“So, what caught yer eye?” said Austin.

“Oh, uh, guess… how out there you are,” Centaurus said, mentally kicking himself as the conversation drew on. He had walked into this conversation flat-footed and tumbled in just about every exchange. His heart was racing, and his whole body burned with a desire he couldn't snuff out. “You’re eye-catching, is all I can say.”

Austin leaned in, grinning as he said, “Think I’m more than that to ya. Yer startin’ to pitch a tent, y’know,” with a wink. Centaurus grit his teeth, cursing under his breath as he looked down at himself. Austin continued, saying, “C’mon, let’s get ya somewhere more discreet ‘fore security kicks ya outta this place.”

Without waiting for a response, Austin took Centaurus’ hand and dragged him away from the festival. “Don’t worry, I ain’t roomin’ with any folks,” he said, head bopping back and forth as though he was humming a song to himself. “We’ll be private.”

“I-If you say so,” said Centaurus.

They arrived soon afterward. On occasion, Centaurus caught a few stares from the various guests that ate from the continental breakfast, but he didn’t worry about that. Now he was alone in the cowboy’s room. As he sat on the foot of the bed, he noticed that there was what he figured was the scent of the great southern frontier. Austin was here for merely a day, and already his scent had marked the room.

“It’s my candle,” said Austin, excitedly gesturing to a container with a candle decorated with a tiny, smiling cowboy inside. “Friend o’ mine gave it to me ‘fore I left. Said it’d keep the ranch in my heart,” he said. “Always a romantic, that girl, bless her heart. But still, always makes these sterile rooms feel a li’l bit more like home.” Home…

“How come you left?” said Centaurus.

“Yer a noisy one, ain’tcha?” Austin said, not dropping his smile. “Guess it felt like it was high time fer me to just...travel, y’know? Spent my whole life on the ranch. Felt like I had to break away ‘n’ find m’own path. Wanted to sorta find something. Myself, maybe. Headed to this town and chatted a friend up from my childhood. Planned on goin’ to the festival together, but he got hit hard with the flu. So I walked ‘round the place, lookin’ fer somethin’ to do.”

“And that’s when you picked me up?”

Austin chuckled. “Well, wouldn’t put it like that. ‘d rather call it sweepin’ ya off yer feet, my friend.”

“And you call your friend a romantic,” Centaurus said, tittering to himself. Uneasiness long forgotten, he continued to chat away and talk with Austin until the two of them fell back onto the bed together, slowly undressing. “I’ve never done this with a cowboy before, I gotta admit.”

“Well, I ain’t just a cowboy, Cent. I’m Austin.”

Yeah, Centaurus thought, you’re Austin. What lied before him was no longer a cowboy—a character he so fondly thought of. Instead, it was a man that found him, for whatever reason, charming. “Come here,” said Centaurus, lying down on top of Austin. He could hear his heart gently beating. You’re wonderful.

Centaurus, fully nude, spread his legs. Austin first started by teasing his hole with a finger, then his tongue. “Gonna do this right,” he said in-between his tongue teases. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Promise.” Centaurus just nodded, trembling with anticipation. His legs quivered with just the foreplay.

However, the teasing went on for far too long. His hole, initially tingling with pleasure, now felt played with and empty. “Oh, just fuck me already,” Centaurus moaned.

“Beg a li’l more,” Austin said.

“Please, Austin. Tear me in two already.”

“Nah, nah, that ain’t want I’m lookin’ fer.” Austin raised himself and lied on top of Centaurus’ chest with a smirk on his face. “Ask me for a lovin’. Something so sweet yer tight li’l ass will never forget.”

Swallowing, Centaurus said, “Make love to me, Austin. Make me forget about my fucking life,” and Austin complied.

Austin softly whispered, “Yer moans’re so hot,” and, “cry harder for me...” as he pounded Centaurus. “So cute, Cent,” he said before groaning in pleasure as well as he sped up.

Centaurus nearly fainted as he felt Austin fuck him. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, biting down on his knuckles. As soon as Austin said his name, he shut his eyes and allowed himself to indulge in that fantasy. There was no Ken, no competition, nothing except himself and this man who didn’t feel like a stranger anymore.

“God, fuck, yer so damn tight, Cent!” Austin cried out as he drew back and slammed into Centaurus with wild abandon. “Moan more fer me, c’mon!” he said, pumping Centaurus’ dick as he fucked him.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck fuck fuck! Sh-Shit, I’m cumming…!”

Austin took that opportunity to lean in and hungrily kiss Centaurus, who reciprocated. He drank in as much of Austin’s heavy pants and scent as he could. After so many times of hearing another name with a partner, it was nice to feel as though he didn’t have to pretend. He lied bare to this man who miraculously knew so little about him, and it was so liberating.

Centaurus’ midsection tightened, and then he came sticky ropes onto Austin’s chest. The two groaned into each other’s mouths as they came together.

“Maybe it’s just the high I got, but… I love yer company, Cent.”

In-between pants, Centaurus said, “I feel the same way, Austin,” and desperately wished he meant every word. He knew this had nothing to do with the mission or his desire to finally build his career, but he still wished this would last forever.

“What’s the matter, Cent? Yer lookin’ a bit down.”

“Not sure. I… I seriously don’t know.”

“Well, dunno if this makes ya feel any better but, I thought yer pretty nice company if I do say so myself,” said Austin with a small, charming smile.

However, Centaurus still thought about her. Zathina’s bitter and hateful expression remained in the back of his mind. He could still feel her shoe nearly crushing his windpipe. “You’re wasting time,” he imagined her saying with that sneer of hers. Alongside her sickening voice was the word worm over and over again like it was branded directly into his brain. “Indulging in these nonsensical things,” the voice continued, “you’re pathetic. Looks like the winner is clear. I suppose you truly are a worm after all.”

“Kiss me,” said Centaurus.

“Hmm?” Austin hummed, surprised at his sudden interruption.

Not waiting for an answer, Centaurus wrapped an arm around Austin’s neck and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. “Mmm, mmm!” Austin didn’t initially fight back until he felt something slipping in through his mouth.

Centaurus disconnected himself from Ken’s brain, leaving behind some toxic behind, and quickly slithered into Austin’s open, vulnerable mouth. Eventually, Austin pushed an unconscious Ken off, but it was already too late. The alien was already making its way through his mouth and into his brain. Austin tried to grab at the alien, but he failed to get a grasp. He fell back onto the bed and began to convulse as pleasure and fear overrode his entire body.

Switching host was always a dizzying experience for Centaurus. Not only because looking at his host body disoriented him with the raping changing of faces, but because there remained a little bit of himself in them.

“Wake up,” Centaurus commanded Ken. Wordlessly, Ken sat up in the bed. “Go home to your partner. Don’t even look at me.” Ken nodded and began to leave. “Put your clothes on first! Animal...”

For all members of his kind, the toxic vanishes from the host after about 20 minutes. Ken would be back to normal with little recollection of what he did. The experience that Ken went through would be forgotten. Same with Austin when Centaurus eventually left. Even if by some twist of fate they crossed paths again, Centaurus would be the only one left with that moment in his memories.

He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and saw no trace of the man that he shared that tender moment with. No matter how much Centaurus tried to laugh, frown, or even cry, he could no longer see Austin anymore. All that the mirror reflected was a worm pretending to be a man. He was alone.

FEStival Fiasco

Part 3 So Long, Space Cowboy

Alcor was an elite by name alone. Throughout the semester, he has failed to score higher than any of his classmates in all exams and assignments. Rumors flew about the academy of the first elite to flunk entirely, but Centaurus paid them, and Alcor, little mind. While Alcor’s haughty and elitist attitude certainly annoyed Centaurus, he did not face any physical or verbal threats from Alcor.

At most, Centaurus overheard Alcor say, "Bested by a female and worm of all things!" to himself when he believes no one could hear. If he did not go spend at least a few minutes every session of class saying, “I remember my father graduated with top honors at this academy,” and, “I believe I covered this subject with my private tutors,” he would’ve certainly faced the same scrutiny and violence that Zathina inflicted on Centaurus.

Because of that, Centaurus paid him no mind and Alcor did the same. Oddly, Centaurus got along best with Alcor, as there was never a day either of them ever fought or competed against each other.

Too good to speak to a worm? Centaurus idly thought as he strolled through the festival grounds. Stalls full of brightly-colored games such as ring toss and whack-a-mole gathered crowds while the scent of fatty, sweet, and salty snacks gathered their money. Centaurus smiled as he walked by and took in the sights of the people making memories with each other. Couldn’t hurt to indulge every once in a while, right?

He walked to a booth with just another player on the opposite side and paid to play a game. “So just gotta pop three balloons with these here darts?” he asked the booth’s owner, who nodded. “Gotcha, I’ll—“

“Unbelievable, this game is clearly rigged!” A haughty voice cut him off. The other player sneered at the booth’s owner—who now sported an exhausted look—and held his hand out. “Either you give me more darts to attempt this ridiculous game or you give me my money back, peasant.”

His vernacular was certainly similar to Alcor’s, but Centaurus remained silent to allow more slips of the tongue.

"Sir, this is your second warning," the booth owner replied with a monotone voice. "Another outburst like that and I’ll have to call security on you. You lost fair and square, and, frankly, I have no clue how to rig this game against you.” She glanced back and forth between the darts in Centaurus’ hand and the balloon on the opposite wall with a dumbfounded expression. “Seriously, none. The problem is your aim.”

“How dare you?” the haughty man said, teeth gritted at the poor girl. “My position is certainly above yours, peasant.” The booth owner narrowed her eyes, and Centaurus could tell she was ready to start beating the sucker to the ground.

“Now now, no need to have that kinda attitude," Centaurus cut in, hands raised in a peaceful gesture. It wasn't as if he had wanted to perform an altruistic task for the poor booth owner, but he did want to satiate his curiosity. “Hold on there, partner. Let’s try ‘n’ take it one step at a time. Now, the name’s Austin. Yours?”

“Hmph! Well, it’s rude to decline another’s request for your name after they offer their own. Fine, then. You may call me Milo. Milo Palmer. And you?” Milo cocked an eyebrow as he looked me up and down. “You… you dress very peculiarly.”

How often did a person, regardless of how sheltered they were, not recognize a cowboy? Not just that, but the attitude was familiar to Centaurus. All of it screamed ‘Mizar.’ However, Centaurus decided to play along. “I’m a cowboy, partner.”

“I’m not your partner.”

“And I wanna propose a li’l wager for ya.”

Centaurus internally grinned as he saw the glint in Milo’s eyes at the word. Mizar or not, it was clear that the one in front of him highly valued competition. “What sort of wager are you walking about, cowboy?”

“Austin. And we play a few rounds over here. If I win, we leave the booth peacefully. You win, then you can say that you’re certainly much better than these ‘plebians,’ as I’m assuming yer ‘bout to start callin’ them.”

Milo shook his head. “No no, I demand a much better reward than that.” With a smug, high-born smirk, Milo said, “Become my slave for the rest of the festival, and then I’ll agree to your terms, cowman.”

“Cowboy,” Centaurus said, rolling his eyes. “Well, don’t mind ‘em terms. I ain’t afraid of losin’.” Passing the booth owner, who now had gratitude in her eyes, some dollars, Centaurus asked for two sets of darts.

“Let’s rock.”

“Let us duel.”

To Centaurus’ relief, Austin was particularly talented in darts. Years of playing drunk and just barely avoiding poking someone’s eye out helped out quite a bit in this bet. In just a few minutes, all of his balloons were nothing but scraps of plastic on the ground while Milo failed to hit a single one. “Well, that prove it t’ya?”

At first, Milo didn’t say anything. He simply stared down at the ground, hands trembling. While the booth owner threw out an excuse to temporarily leave, Centaurus lightly tapped Milo’s shoulder. “D-Don’t touch me, cowman!” he shouted as he jumped back. “Don’t think you’ve beaten me simply because this game is fixed.”

With a bemused click of his tongue, Centaurus smirked and said, “So y’ain’t bad, the game is?”

“Well… the way I said it is certainly much more eloquent, but the general idea is certainly there." Thankfully, Milo chuckled at that. "But! I cannot allow this stain on my honor to continue. Please, let us continue with more duels at this festival. Surely I will be able to best you at all the others."

Again, Centaurus laughed. “If ya wanna keep playin’, just say so, Milo-man. I don’t mind.” By now, he didn’t doubt that it was indeed Alcor before him. The attitude and lack of social cues that only an elite with a silver spoon up his ass certainly fit. However, while being someone else, this was the first time Centaurus had ever had a decent conversation with him. “C’mon, let’s see what else we can play.” Once they were done fooling around, he was certain he could pull off the same trick as Mizar and eliminate him from the competition.

However, several games in, Centaurus found himself lost in the joy of the festival. “Watch this shit!” he cried out as he raised the mallet and slammed it onto the target. The bell rang, signaling his strength. “Hell yeah!” Making sure that Alcor was watching, he flexed both of his biceps. Alcor sneered.

Later on, during a large jigsaw event, Centaurus gritted his teeth as he tried to form the picture in his head. For whatever reason, Austin was just particularly challenged in putting the oversized puzzle pieces together. The colors and shapes just didn’t seem to match. That was one of the pitfalls of the way Centaurus took over hosts. Strengths and weaknesses all carried over to him. However, once he finally put it all together, he rose from his seat proclaiming, “Done!”

“Finally,” Alcor said, clutching two different prizes with a self-satisfied smirk. “I have my own areas of expertise, I’ll have you know,” said Alcor. For the first time since Centaurus had met the guy, Alcor truly did deserve that arrogant air. By the time they had finished most of the booths in the area, they were tied in wins.

“Goddamn. Yer a tough nut to crack,” said Centaurus while the two rested at a bench. For all their running around and eagerness to show off, the men now sat down, panting heavily as the summer heat bore down on them.

“And—ha—you—haaa—are certainly no mere cowman either,” said Alcor in between his heavy pants as well. “I have to admit, I sincerely thought that his whole festival was full of nonsense and clowns earlier, but now...”

“Now…?”

Chuckling, Alcor finished with, “Now I know it also has handsome yet foolish cowmen as well.” While Centaurus pouted, he added, “I had fun. Thanks, Austin.”

“Can’t deny it. I had a fun time too.”

They stared ahead in a comfortable silence—just gazing at the people passing by. The day was far from over, but Centaurus felt more tired than he ever had on this planet. However, it was a satisfying exhaustion. Like he had accomplished far more than his goal. “Hey—“

“Do you mind if we go to that booth next?” Alcor cut in, pointing ahead. Centaurus followed his finger and saw a cartoonist drawing exaggerated portraits of people. “I would like to see his rendition of you.”

Shrugging, Centaurus said, “Sure.”

After about 20 minutes, Alcor glared down at the drawing. The inking and proportions were certainly ridiculous, but Centaurus truly knew nothing about art. Austin knew even less. However, from Alcor’s reaction, Centaurus was honestly starting to believe that something was off about the illustration. “Hmm...” Alcor hummed, his brow furrowed in thought.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Yes, there is,” snapped Alcor. “Follow me.” The whole walk Centaurus continued to prod and pester to understand what the hell Alcor’s problem was, but no dice. Only once they arrived at a nice, flat table did Alcor finally explain. “The drawing is inadequate.”

“Whu-?”

"Sit. Let me draw you." Producing a pencil from who-knows-where, Alcor began to doodle. Centaurus, not having a reason to deny the request, obliged. The two shared a few words, but Centaurus mainly focused on keeping still. He wasn't sure what he would gain from indulging in Alcor like this, but he did wish to satiate his curiosity. What exactly was he planning…? Unlike Centaurus, Alcor and the rest of his classmates rarely opened up to their host's mind as he did. They shouldn't have access to many skills or talents, and certainly nothing as delicate as art. Was Alcor simply like this?

After a while, Alcor finally announced, “Finished. Here you go, cowman. Tell me what you think.”

There was no arrogance in Alcor’s voice, and no lack of talent in his drawing, either. Centaurus stared at the man—at Austin—in silent awe. A lump of guilt built up in his throat and his eyes grew moist. Austin’s kind yet cocky smile, his warm eyes, and his powerful physique all translated well into the sheet he held in his hands. “Yer… somethin’ else… This is amazin’.”

“I appreciate it, Austin,” said Alcor. “I’ve wanted to be an artist since… since I can remember.” His voice was far away, as if he was caught in a dream. “The aesthetic, the beauty of the world… I’ve always loved it all. I worked hard, in secret. But that dream will remain unfulfilled.”

“Why? Ya got the talent, the skill. Ya got the drive, dontcha?”

“That’s not what I meant, cowman.” Alcor rolled his eyes. “It is not as simple as becoming an artist simply because I wish to. I have… responsibilities. I am an elite, remember?”

“With how often you repeated it, how could I forget?”

Coughing to hide the embarrassment, Alcor continued. “Because of my status, my family expects great things from me. Extremely great things, but I do not.” He furrowed his brow before frowning in thought. “No, my apologies. Allow me to rephrase that. My family expects me to obtain a certain position after graduating from my academy with flying colors, but if I’m being honest, such a thing disgusts me," he said, wrinkling his nose. "In the end, as the firstborn male, I am nothing more than a puppet for the position, just as my friend had become."

“Yer friend?”

Alcor sighed, smiling almost nostalgically as he spoke about his past. “She was a delicate flower. Gentle, kind, intelligent. We often played together when we were young. But, that never lasted. We became separated after a while. Recently, at the academy, I met her again, but she was completely different.” Lips curled up in a tight frown, stared up at the sky with a frustrated groan. “She barely even acknowledges my presence. It’s as though she became a completely different person. When I tried to ask her about that...” Fear appeared in his eyes, “she threatened me with physical violence. And there was clear power behind it as well. Nothing at all like the gentle flower I once knew.

Centaurus let out a grunt to indicate he was listening. The girl from Alcor’s past seemed like the exact opposite of Zathina, but there was no doubt that they were the same person. More surprising was how little shock Centaurus actually experienced. It made sense for a female elite to begin her life with little knowledge of violence or the drive to be a soldier, but then what changed? What caused Zathina to become like this?

“If I continue the path I am on, then my freedom will be stripped away from me,” continued Alcor. “Of course,” he added with a chuckle, “that’s ignoring the fact that I’m absolutely not fit for the position my family wants from me in the first place.” Centaurus did not join in. Instead, he gripped Alcor’s hand and squeezed it to both of their surprises.

“A-Ah...” Voice cracking for just the tiniest moment, Alcor said, “I appreciate you not laughing, and for listening. To be honest, this is the first time I’ve said any of this out loud.”

“Yer lookin’ a li’l bit more relaxed. Shoulders less stiff. Stick must’ve fallen outta yer ass when ya started talkin’.”

“Ha ha,” Alcor rolled his eyes and playfully slapped Centaurus’ arm with his free hand. “Shut up, cowman. Let me be as melodramatic as I wish to be.”

“So yer gonna run away? How?”

“I am not sure yet, but I am determined to try. Even if I am taken away and executed, I still want to try.” Alcor said those words, but he didn’t hide the way his hands trembled. “I want to find a way to draw the universe’s beauty. If I can’t draw and paint, then I might as well not even be alive.”

Centaurus looked back at the drawing Alcor made of them. There was an undeniable amount of skill demonstrated in such short time. A familiar emotion welled up inside of him. Envy. Once more, Centaurus was drowning in envy. Not just for Alcor's skill, but also the path he wanted to choose for himself.

However, as much as Centaurus wished to scream and shout, he found himself unable to. It should have been easy, to crush Alcor's dream by seducing him in such a way as to gain an advantage, but Centaurus wasn’t able to do anything. Thousands of scenarios played in his head, and all of them ended in his favor.

However, Centaurus instead said, “I’ll help you.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll help ya escape this hellhole of a future yer in,” Centaurus proclaimed. He extended his hand out for Alcor to shake. “To be honest, it'd be a shame if a skill like yours remains unfulfilled. And also, it’s the least he could do fer a dear friend.”

“Dear friend?” Alcor asked, raising an eyebrow. “You hardly know me.”

Centaurus shrugged. “What can I say? Kindred spirits, I guess,” he said, grinning at his very first friend. Though Alcor truly had no idea, Centaurus knew, and that was all that mattered. "Listen, lemme tell ya the plan." He leaned over and whispered a hazardous mess hastily cobbled together, but it was all Centaurus could do on such short notice and a person he needed to protect. Overall, it wasn't very complicated, but so much hinged on everything going exactly right.

It was a gamble, but Centaurus figured that, as long as he was in Austin’s body, he didn’t mind becoming the cowboy that rode off into the sunset with his ally just like in the films. Now all he had to do was avoiding perishing before his plan began.

“Yer a cutie,” Centaurus whispered to the man, licking off the last remains of cum. The man shivered in pleasure. “C’mon, let me give ya a taste of yer own milk.” Eager for more, the man swiftly dove into a kiss only to get a mouthful of alien. While Austin’s body remained crouched on the bathroom floor, the other man fell back. He struck the stall’s wall as his body convulsed and soon lost control of his body.

Centaurus shook the exhaustion away. "All right, one more," he said to his former body. His heart ached as he looked down at Austin again. The memories of his kindness nearly caused him to choke, but Centaurus swallowed down the guilt. There were more important things in front of him. “I’m sorry,” he said to Austin.

The two left the stall just in time to see another man exit the stall next door. Time was limited, so Centaurus and the mind-controlled Austin quickly jumped the man, covering his mouth to prevent him from screaming.

Austin and three bodies. That was the minimum that Centaurus would have to work before the chaos began. Not needing to fully dive and dissect the memories of the two men, Centaurus slithered back into Austin and began to put his plan into action.

While he worked to grab Austin’s motorcycle and park it on the outskirts of the festival, his two victims would set off the pieces. The three of them left at different times to not arouse suspicion. All of this just to fool their professor and their classmates.

At the very epicenter of both the festival and the crowd, Centaurus kept an eye out. It had only been a few minutes, so the venom’s effect should hold. Once a voice shouted, “What the fuck, man?!” he grinned and turned to walk away. Another rang out, saying, "I'll teach you to disobey me, worm!" with a tone that sounded just like Zathina. Might as well throw some bait in her general direction.

A few yells went out as a brawl began. With any luck, a small riot should snowball from the two bodies engaging in a fistfight. Through his peripheral vision, Centaurus saw numerous folk turn their heads to stare at the spectacle that unfolded before them.

Perfect, he thought. All Alcor needed was a spectacle to last for a few minutes. Of course, another body would make the situation ideal if Centaurus’ instincts were right.

There was a man on his own near the outskirts of the festival grounds. He stood on his toes as he tried to get a closer look at whatever the attendants were crowding around. Suspecting nothing, he approached Centaurus and asked, “Hey man, what’s going on over there?”

“Hmm? Oh, well… lemme show ya real quick," Centaurus grinned at the man. "C'mere. Don't wanna say it too loudly." Brow furrowed, the man hesitated before leaning in slightly. That was all Centaurus needed. Already, venom spread throughout Austin's system, mixing into the spinal fluid. He opened Austin's mouth and shot into the other's man's mouth as Austin held him close.

“HMPH! MMMPH!” Centaurus’ body strangled any of the man’s startled cries. He quickly slithered through the man and bit down on his brain. The man convulsed as he struggled to vomit the bug out but remained in place as Austin put him into a tight embrace.

“Calm down, li’l fella,” Austin whispered as the Centaurus took control. “I gotcha.”

Once the man’s limbs and core warmed under Centaurus’ influence, he nearly fell over. “F-Fuck, the fuck...” he gasped. A cold and hollow sensation spread washed over his new body. He could still feel the man’s body under his control, but alongside it was something completely foreign.

“Y’okay?”

“N-No, but that doesn’t matter right now,” Centaurus replied. “Can barely walk… y’know where to leave me.” Austin nodded and half-carried half-dragged Centaurus alongside him.

As Centaurus allowed himself to be carried, the sounds of police sirens echoed in the air. Security got involved and now the police were here to arrest those caught up in his little distraction. Despite the nausea that threatened to make him vomit, Centaurus couldn’t help but grin at how successful his plan was. The sirens would help mask the sound of Austin’s motorcycle run down the street.

“Tell me something, Austin,” said Centaurus. Was he feverish or just plainly ill? He couldn’t tell anymore. A numbing feeling spread throughout his borrowed body. He could no longer feel his fingertips. “I’m doing something good, aren’t I?”

“I think so.”

“Do you really?”

“Dunno. You tell me. I’m fully under yer control.”

“When’d you get so sassy?”

Austin shrugged. “Hard to say, maybe the venom’s startin’ to run its course. Still, what yer doin’… it ain’t wrong, but yer not doin’ it just cause you felt sorry for this friend o’ yours.”

Centaurus glared at the ground but didn’t respond.

“Not gonna go with him?” Austin asked. “Ya really wanna, dontcha? Leave everythin’ behind and run. Like the cowboys ‘n ‘em westerns ya love.”

Every bit of Centaurus wanted to shout, “Of course I will!” However, he remained silent. No matter how much his heart wished to cry out for the world to hear, he silenced himself and simply thought his plans over. After Alcor and Mizar, he would need to take down Arcturus, Merak, and Zathina will be last. Then, Centaurus could finally win. Victory was just a few hours away.

Centaurus vomited as Austin set him down. Centaurus now rested against a building housing more bathrooms for the festival-goers. Around the corner was the parking lot where Austin's motorcycle was already in place. Centaurus didn't doubt that Alcor had already arrived. “G-Get in position,” he said, gagging at the taste. “Y’know he’s waiting for you. Get.”

Austin hesitated for only a moment before nodding. The little venom Centaurus could afford to inject into him was no doubt at its limit. However, it only needed to last for another few seconds; but it would only be worth it if his gamble paid off. As Austin disappeared from view, Centaurus leaned back and shut his eyes. The numbness was deeply uncomfortable but soothing at the same time. Perhaps if he gave it his best shot, he could simply pretend as though he was merely floating through space on a ship.

“Such a dumbass,” Centaurus whispered to himself. “Wasting so much venom… 4 hosts in just ten minutes? Stupid dumbass...”

Austin’s cries were loud enough that Centaurus could hear them from so far away. However, he smiled. Alcor was so unsubtle and so unfit to be a Dreadfighter. It only furthered Centaurus’ resolve that what he was doing was right.

Then why the hell do I feel so shitty?

The roar of a motorcycle soon echoed down the road. Centaurus couldn’t see it. Even as he opened his eyes, he found his vision impaired. The world was nothing but blotches and mystifying shapes that all blended together. As expected, the sirens helped mask it. To the festival-goers who stood by the violence and police, it might as well have been a kitten’s purr.

“There you go, Alcor,” said Centaurus to nobody but himself. “Follow that dream of yours. Don’t look back at this worm...”

Austin—or was it Centaurus himself?—completely read him. The desire to run, to ride off into the sunset with his friend in tow, was tempting beyond belief. However, Centaurus knew that he could never do anything like that.

“All this worm can do is look upwards, Alcor,” he continued to chide himself. “I don’t… I don’t have anything inside of myself. No talent, no skill… I don’t have anything but this dream.” Without the idea of becoming a Dreadfighter, without that hunger for a better life, there would be nothing to define Centaurus. A dream or an obsession? Centaurus wasn’t sure at this point, but it was all he had left. No family, no money, and no other future. “Guess she was always right. Well, I knew she was right, I always knew… but just...”

Just once Centaurus wanted to forget that he was a worm. Just once Centaurus wanted that person to pretend alongside him that he could achieve something.

“Why can’t I have something?”

“My my, you’re in a real rough spot.”

A shadow washed over the mess of light and color that made up Centaurus' vision. Just by the sound of the voice, Centaurus felt a pang of annoyance.

“Come on, Centaurus! Lemme fix you up! Maybe even let me take a look inside of you. Hehe…! Don’t worry, I promise I’ll stitch you up. It’ll just hurt a liiiiitle bit. By the way, anesthesia's out of the question. Ahaha!”

With the last of his strength, Centaurus said one thing:

"So long, Space Cowboy," he said, wishing only the best for his one and only friend.

FEStival Fiasco

Mizar Interlude

The joys of physical touch fascinated Mizar so. With every lover and climax, he felt more and more inclined to remain in this blue rock for the rest of his life just having his prostate ridden.

Luckily for him, Mizar found himself in a stuffy office full of men who desperately needed someone to relieve stress with. After a few winks and thirsty looks, Mizar had his next plaything on lock.

“Ngh! C’mon, harder!” he begged at this handsome stranger in a suit. They were in an unused meeting room that, according to his host’s coworker, would not be used for another hour. Mizar was on his back, completely naked and covered in a sheen of sweat, as his partner fucked him with just his slacks down. By now, he was far from festival grounds by highjacking bodies and hopping on dicks. This would just be another ride he could take advantage of.

“Holy shit, John!" The businessman, whatever his name was, exclaimed as he continued pounding Mizar. "You always seemed so uptight! Who knew you were such a cockslut," the man said with a chuckle as he picked up the pace. "And such a tight ass. Holy hell, it's like it's sucking me in."

“Ahhh,” Mizar moaned, arching his back while trying to meet John’s coworker with equal vigor.  He truly had no idea what his host’s name was or even his position in the company, but none of that mattered compared to the burning desire for carnal pleasure. “K-Keep it up. C’mon, fuck me hard! Make me forget even my own name!” Mizar shouted, repeating phrases from previous partners. When in Rome, as one of them had said when he first came to them with an erection that wouldn’t go down and a crazed need to bottom. Or was it, any hole’s a good one?

All of the thoughts instantly vanished from Mizar as his partner delivered another powerful thrust. "Ngh! F-FUCK!" Not nearly satisfied enough, Mizar wrapped his legs around his coworker's torso and pull him even deeper into himself. "Paint my insides white! Tear me in half like—OOOH—LIKE A COCK WHORE!"

“Here it comes!” Mizar’s lover cried out, balancing on his toes to push even deeper as he came. Mizar grinned as he felt each shot fill him up with warm semen. Soon after, as his lover’s climax dribbled away, he reached his own peak as well. Load after load fell onto Mizar’s borrowed, sweaty torso, and he enjoyed rubbing it all over himself. He wasn’t sure if it was his possession that caused such tremors of ecstasy with all of his hosts, but he was far and beyond the point of caring. For Mizar, his life would be peaks and valleys of time when he was seeking his new high. “Come hereeee...” he whispered, tongue sticking out as he grabbed his lover by the tie and pulled him close.

Another peak, another valley. Now was the time to find another experience. Without delay, Mizar jumped from John and into his new ride. Although the businessman struggled and tried to push Mizar away, he could not stop the alien sliding in through his mouth and traveling up to his brain. "NGH! MM! Oh—oh god!" The man groaned, collapsing on top of John's drooling and unconscious body as Mizar bit down on his brain. After some small convulsions and a few waves of pleasure, Mizar stood up and admired his new husk. The hard-on that threatened to no longer fit in his slacks and jock-strap fascinated Mizar the most.

“Let’s go,” Mizar said to himself, not even bothering to figure out more about this man or how to lay low. All that mattered to him was finding his next peak.

Eight Guests a Party

Alan’s invader awoke late in the morning, just before noon. All the breeding and planning from last night, as well as converting Alan’s friend—whatever his name was—had all but exhausted him. Even so, as he awoke, he felt refreshed and re-energized. Everything had gone according to plan, even with the setback he had encountered one of Alan’s old friends. Soon, Forde’s friends would arrive and enjoy a night at the pool, where Alan’s invader left his awaiting spawn.

Although a small force, the fact that they would convert eight whole bodies in the span of just two days was a major boon for the invasion. While the four invaders gathered together to feed their hosts, Alan explained it to them all.

“Understood!” said Nolan, nodding. Ever obedient.

“Right,” said Alan’s friend. None of them quite knew what his name was exactly, and neither did Alan’s offspring.

Forde nodded, looking… sullen? That seemed to be the appropriate name for the emotion. “I understand, brother,” he said to Alan. Regardless of the emotion, he appeared to be obedient. “So your friend and you will hide upstairs while Nolan and I make sure that our friends swim in the pool?”

Nodding, Alan said, “It is absolutely vital that none of these prominent and virile hosts do not suspect anything until they are all infected. The moment one of them gets away as if able to warn the authorities, our invasion is finished.”

“Don’t worry,” said Nolan, “We don’t intent to let anything get in the way.”

Forde nodded, grimacing. “I’ll do my best, brother. I swear it.”

“Is that so? You should know nothing like that means anything to me, brother.”

Alan’s invader wasn’t sure why, but he could almost see the malice flash across Forde’s face.

Night arrived and the sounds of men filled the air. To keep themselves hidden, Alan’s invader and the invader who took over the other one hid in the room of Forde’s parents. They sat in the dark, the only light streaming was that of the moon and the lights from the pool below. Before the hour was up, they would no longer have to hide.

Alan’s invader looked through the window the various hosts talking, dancing, and merrily drinking as they unknowingly enjoyed their last night in this world. In a way, the sight was pitiful. Promising young men who have done nothing wrong will soon just become husks and the key to their species’ extinction.

“Something wrong, father?” Alan’s friend asked with a slight tilt of his head. “You seem concerned. I haven’t seen that from you.”

“Perhaps my host has affected me more than I initially believed,” said Alan’s invader. He took a seat on the king-sized bed and stared down at his hands. He thought about his fingers moving, and they did. It was a natural, instinctive movement, yet there was something truly miraculous about it. Yet, something about that bothered him. “When did I start believing these were mine?” he mused, eyes narrowing. “I think, therefore I am,” Alan’s invader muttered. He had no idea who said it, but his host considered it so important. “I am alive.”

“Of course you are,” his friend—no, his host’s friend—said with that same naivety his spawn often did. “You command us. You breathe. Of course you’re alive.”

“Yes, you’re right,” Alan’s invader said. When he looked down at that pool, there was a stirring emotion inside of his chest. Joy? No. Ecstasy? No, not that either. He thought about it for about 40 minutes until he spotted Forde’s friends jumping into the pool. “Ah, I think I understand.” The emotion he was feeling was ‘pride,’ for his offspring. The plan had worked as expected. Everything was going perfectly.

However, he couldn’t shake off a feeling of dread. Was it his host’s fear? Was it that the dawn of humanity’s destruction was upon them? Whatever it was, Alan’s invader didn’t mind. He pushed that worthless emotion to the pits of his borrowed mind left the room. His offspring followed close behind.

Alan’s invader arrived just in time to see the final moments of the conversions take place. One of Forde’s friends had made it all the way out of the pool, but it was clear in his writhing form and drool falling from his lips that he wouldn’t last long. “Hhhheeeelp,” said that man while Forde and Nolan merely looked on. Alan’s invader noted that he had never seen such a lack of emotion on Forde’s face before. It was completely blank, almost mirroring his own. There was a rush of relief but also disappointment. What set his brother Forde so far apart from all the others was gone. Though Alan’s invader couldn’t say there was true value behind that, it was a shame to see it go.

“It’s over,” said Forde, looking down at his convulsing friends as they suffered during their last moments. “It’s over, Alan.”

Alan’s invader nodded as he approached. He stood over the men as the last traces of their humanity left them. “You have done well, Forde.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“If that’s what you wish.” Forde balled his fists that at the response, but Alan’s invader didn’t pay much mind to that. He instead focused on the rising men as the first bits of awareness reached them. There were still plans to be made, but for now, everything was all right. His spawn would survive this cold and unforgiving world. No, they would do more than that. They would thrive. 

As these thoughts ran through the invader’s mind, he spotted the glint of a metal blade flash in the night.

He recognized just by the sight alone. The invader raised his hands in defense as Forde brandished a small and sharp night, easy to conceal. The sensation of dread returned, and the invader let out a cry of panic. However, before Forde could run him through, several bodies all pinned him down.

Now useless, the knife fell to the pavement with a sharp clatter that made the invader jump. Forde reached out for it with desperate fingers before Nolan kicked it out of reach.

“No…” breathed Forde. “Damnit, damnit!” he said, slamming his fist against the pavement as his former friends rose from their place.

Alan’s invader stepped forward. The knife hadn’t come anywhere near him, yet his skin was covered in goosebumps. Yet another new sensation. “Why did you do that?” he asked with a slight, quizzical tilt of his head.

“To stop the invasion!” screamed Forde. Something akin to desperation and pain danced in his wild eyes. “To stop you. I… look at ourselves, Alan. Look at what we are. I killed Forde, and I lead to all my friends dying.”

“So your plan was to kill me? Your brother, who chose you over all the others who died?”

“It was luck!” shouted Forde. “Y’know that more than anyone that it was only by luck that I was the one to take over Forde. Don’t pull that shit with me!” he said, trembling with rage. His cheeks were completely red and tears threatened to fall down his cheeks. “You didn’t save me. You don’t care about me,” he said, attempting to escape from his friend’s grip.

“You’re right,” nodded Alan’s invader. “I see now that I shouldn’t have cared about you at all.” Disappointment. It was an emotion that his host was intimate with. A disappointing child wasn’t anything new, and disappointment towards himself came as often as the sun rose in the morning. “You’ve always been so emotional. So much more human compared to everyone else. It is no wonder you’ve become the way you are now.”

Forde let out a few more staggered breaths before finally sighing. Head low and shoulder slumped, he asked, “Why am I alive? Why am I here? Out of all the members of our species that you could have saved, why was it me?” 

“I can’t say I know,” was the invader’s blasé response. “However, I do know this. Whatever happened, it was a mistake. I must’ve wronged you in some way, brother. That’s why you believe you’re Forde. It’s why you have these emotions.” The invader gently lifted up Forde’s chin so they were eye-to-eye, faces just inches apart. “You’re a danger to yourself and this invasion, Forde. We can’t afford you to remain alive.”

“A mistake,” echoed Forde. “Just a mistake. That’s all I am, then.” His voice, so filled with defiance and determination just minutes before, was now just a hollow whisper.

“Is this what you wanted?” demanded the invader, punching Forde’s stomach. Forde sucked in air through his teeth but didn’t scream. The invader scoffed and punched him again, but still nothing. “To die amongst your new comrades?” he continued. “Your fellow family?”

“No, I wanted you to die with me, brother,” said Forde, head low. “I want to die for the sins I’m carrying.”

“...You’re disgusting,” said Alan’s invader. “These emotions ruined your opportunity in this world. Even now, I can feel this disgusting human’s sentiments impede my thinking.” He looked up at the stars, where he was certain he belonged, and scowled. “I’m trapped in this in this filthy world, chained up by these petty sins my host refuses to let go. I’m chained to the earth and I can’t fly to the stars like we’re destined to do.” In that cloud of anger, the most visceral emotion he has ever felt, Alan’s invader wound his fist back and struck Forde’s cheek. “I won’t let your nonsense get in our way. I won’t allow you to disrupt my mission and prevent our species from taking its rightful place.”

Forde, still reeling from that blow, looked back up and glared at the invader. There was a tense moment, a brief hesitation, before he spat a glob of blood right at the invader’s face. 

Finally, the invader thought, that fire in his eyes returned. Forde lived once more. That was the last thing the invader wished to see from the brother he had saved. It was an accident, but I don’t carry any regrets, Forde. You carry a potential I wish I could understand, but I must fulfill my duty. Our people, my offspring, deserve the right to live and feel the pride I had the privilege to feel.

“Hold still, freak,” the invader growled as he held Forde’s squirming face still. “You’re wasting valuable resources. I’ll have to pry you out of that body myself.” Once more, the fear in Forde’s eyes returned, but the defiance never left. Even to the end, Forde remained steadfast and full of life. In a low whisper, one he wasn’t certain Forde would even hear, the invader said, “I’ll miss you, my brother. My friend.” The invader gathered himself up in his host’s mouth, growing lightheaded for a second. Then, he leaned in for a kiss.

“NOW!”

Surely, he would’ve seen this coming. Two of Forde’s friends grabbed his arms and pinned him down to the ground. With the surprise impact, Alan accidentally bit down on the slime and allowed the invader to spill onto the pavement. With little way to escape, the invader just lied on the ground, attempting to crawl back into its bleeding host with the speed of a snail.

Forde reached into his pocket and pulled out some kind of packet. The invader could only make out “SALT” before Forde pinned him to the ground. “DIE!” Was the last thing the invader heard from Forde as he shoved the packet into his pathetic, slimy body.

Alan’s friend fell to the ground as well, pinned down by some more of Forde’s friends. What had initially appeared to be the invader’s emotionless spawn revealed themselves to have a wide range of emotions, not unlike Forde.

Ah, a ruse, the invader thought as his body burned at the salt’s touch. How clever. So that’s why Alan’s friend arrived. A distraction to fill the pool with your own flawed, miserable, heartful spawn. He looked up at the weeping, blubbering Forde as Nolan pulled him in for an embrace. You win, brother. Humanity is saved. The burden of your own spawn and the burden of the dead now lie with you.

Why are you alive? Why are you like this? I couldn’t give you an answer, but perhaps you can find it on your own.

I wish you the best, brother.

And the invader stopped thinking.

FEStival Fiasco

Part 4

She was born an Elite. Female or not, she was destined for greatness. It was because of that privilege that Zathina knew the consequences should she fail in her mission.

With a sway of her hips and a few sensual looks, the male was completely under her spell. After that, all that Zathina needed to do was stand by and let the man drag her to his little den for a rendezvous. After what was little but a “pump and dump,” as she heard the man’s friends joke about while she was flirting with him, Zathina took her chance.

The man bit his lower lip, a ridiculous and toothy grin on his face as he dropped his boxers and climbed on top of the female body Zathina was inhabiting. He leaned down to kiss her, to explore her mouth. In that instance, Zathina swiftly flipped him over and held him in a chokehold. The shock on his face lasted only an instance, but she still savored it. Now that he was in her grasp, she easily slithered into his mouth.

“Hrgh...! Urrghh...ohhhhh...”

Sighing, Zathina stood up from the couch, breathing heavily as she relaxed her suddenly sore muscles.

A quick and effective transfer was all it took for her to now be in the body of a rugged male, not unlike her classmates.

While Zathina would have preferred to succeed in the body of a female to prove a point, taking even the slightest risk of a disadvantage was a fool’s choice. Still, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the lack of strong and powerful women. It was only through her own skill and talent that she was able to make warriors out of this species. “It’s a festival,” she reminded herself as she strolled through the grounds. “Not an army.”

On the battlefield and in covert operations, the luxury of choosing a preferred host would not be there. As a promising soldier, Zathina would not make the mistake of expecting it so. Instead, she kept a close eye on more powerful hosts while remaining observant of the competition. If anyone tried to sabotage her chances, she would strike back with greater force. The professor would approve.

Goosebumps appeared on her host’s skin. One of her own was close. While failures such as that worm could not recognize the slight shift in the air when another was nearby, Zathina was different. Picking her classmate from the crowd wasn’t difficult. One only needed to keep an eye on the crowd to see whoever stood out.

Her eyes locked with another man’s--and he smirked at her. She could only think of one who would hold such a shit-eating grin. “Arcturus...” she whispered. She split off from the crowd and walked towards the edge of the festival grounds, and Arcturus followed.

2nd in the class, just barely above the worm. He was Zathina’s only real competition in a hypothetical even and fair competition. However, in anything except their assignments, she paid him no mind. His ego was about as large as Alcor’s, and he had only half of Zathina’s skill and talent to back it up. She was aware of the sheer anger at holding second place for once in his life, but she didn’t care. A loser was a loser; status be damned.

Once the two were far enough from the festivals that it was but white noise in the wind, Zathina leaned against a nearby tree and addressed Arcturus. “I was expecting a sneak attack,” she said, turning her cool gaze towards his still-smirking face. The beads of sweat that trailed down his forehead betrayed his easy-going visage. “You were never able to beat me in any sparring match.”

The smile became forced as wrinkles from stress and age began to show. “Is a ‘Hello, Arcturus,’ too good for our number 1 in class~?” he said, always trailing off his sentences with what he must believe was the flair befitting of an Elite. Zathina always had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. “Silver tongue’d as always. I must say, it truly is wonderful to finally have a chance to converse with you after out last exam. I’m not used to being second place for...” he kept the smile up, but his fists trembled with anger as he uttered,” for as long as I have been attending this academy.”

“Is it the first time you’ve met your superior?”

“An equal? Yes, it must be,” chuckled Arcturus. “A female one at that~!” he exclaimed, as though the very idea was enough to signal the end times. “And on top of that, you’ve blatantly disrespect me by declining invitations to my dinner parties every. Single. Time.” 

Scoffing, Zathina said, “We’re warriors. Soldiers. Playing at parties and other frivolous nonsense just distracts us from our duties.”

“My my, what would your father say about this?” When Zathina’s eyes widened, Arcturus chuckled. “Oh, did I hit a nerve~? This must be the first time I’ve gotten any kind of rise out of you.” Snickering, Arcturus paced around the greenery as he spoke, like he was giving a speech. “What must the old general think, seeing his precious little girl act in such an unbecoming way for her role in society.” His tittering turned into a full-on belly laugh as Zathina’s expression shifted into one of pure hatred. “Oh...! Oh my... you say that I’m playing, but here you are acting as if you can carry out your father and brother’s wills.”

“Did Alcor tell you this?” said Zathina through gritted teeth.

“That scum?” Arcturus said with a sneer. “No. I had to do a little digging on my own, but what fascinating little details I’ve found. When I first heard about you, I was surprised that there was an Elite I hadn’t met. Now I know why.” With a year’s worth of undue resentment, Arcturus hissed, “A disgrace worm like you should just crawl on the ground and die like the filthy deviant you are. Not even your own mother loved you enough to remain by your side.”

Zathina didn’t rush at him. To do so would mean turning her back and spitting on the dignified way of her family and the remaining honor she had as an Elite. However, to slug the tree next to her with as much force as she could muster up and have it tumble toward Arcturus’ general direction wasn’t unbecoming of a warrior. The little satisfaction she got from his panicked fleeing wasn’t much of a victory, but it was all she could take from now.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel a crushing weight of his words deep inside of her heart. Scars long-thought to have healed re-opened, but she refused to cry and scream as she did all those years ago. Zathina would no longer be weak. She had promised her late family that much.

With a sigh, she returned to the festival ground and continued her work on the assignment. Time was running short, and she needed to ensure her victory. Elite or worm, nothing would stand in her way.

Festival Fiasco

Part 5

Ever since his birth, the fateful worm had known nothing but darkness. Most of his days were spent in shrew-like bodies and digging tunnels for the foundation of their society. His job, like many others before him, was to search for precious metals in abused and dangerous mines. Several of his fellow worms passed away due to collapsing tunnels or pockets of earth full of poisonous air.

“We are many,” a worm twice his age told to him, “and we are weak. Disposable. Worms in the dirt that the Elite walk on. We matter as much as the rock we mine, and so we are in these caverns.” Not too long after passing on that wisdom, the older worm perished in a cave-in. The fateful worm was no surprised, as so many of their kind died everyday that learning names was far too tiring. It was better to have nothing than to constantly lose someone every day.

Then, on a fateful day, the worm overheard two passing Elites. “Centaurus,” one of them said, chuckling as he uttered that name, “is what those humans call one of our suns. Our sacred stars that lie above even Elites! Can you believe they have the audacity to even try to christen it with a name? Absurd.” The two walked away, laughing at the new species.

From then on, a small fire burned in that fateful worm’s heart. It was a completely foreign feeling, but he loved it. “Centaurus,” he said to himself as best he could, each syllable eliciting joy in his heart. “Centaurus, Centaurus. Cen-tau-rus…!” As he repeated that word to himself in the coming days, his gaze turned upwards, focusing above the dark rock ceiling he had always known. The next few months were spent digging his own personal tunnel, barely managing to hide his progress from the managers who watched his progress. It was difficult to dig through the dirt and stone upwards, but the name gave him hope and strength that he had never known before.

Finally, Centaurus emerged from the earth. He pushed through the final layer of dirt and emerged onto the surface. The air tasted fresh and untouched by dust. His panted heavily, enjoying each new sensation as he trekked through the alien world—his own home. The sky was grey and a light breeze coursed through barren field he wandered. After a few minutes of aimless wandering, he saw the first few rays. In the horizon, the sun began to rise.

“Heyyyyy~! Ya gonna wake up or am I gonna have to throttle ya, Centy?” Centaurus’ slowly opened his eyes, hands curled up in irritation as the annoying voice bounced off the walls. “There you are! About time. You sure like to keep everyone waiting, huh?”

“…Phecda.” Centaurus blinked to refocus his vision. Before him was an older man wearing a doctor’s coat, a stethoscope, and nothing else. He strutted over, balancing shifting from the balls of each foot.

“You never talk to any of us,” he began, pacing along the walls of the room, gaze wandering all over the white walls. “Yet, you remember each of our names so well! Your behavior is always so interesting, Centy~! I’ve never seen anything like it.”

With a grunt of effort, Centaurus swung his legs over and tried to leap at Phecda. However, the moment he launched himself off the bed and his feet touched the ground, he stumbled and fell to the floor. “The hell…?!”

“You. Are. Exhausted,” said Phecda, leaning over Centaurus, their faces just a few inches away from each other. “Absolutely washed up. It’s a miracle you’re even alive.” Phecda hopped back as Centaurus swung a slow and sluggish fist at him. “You can barely even fight. It’s honestly a shame to see you like this.” For a moment, Phecda’s fac fell before his expression lit up with his usual disgusting cheer. “I wonder what Zathina would say if she saw you. Or dear ol’ Arti. He’d get a real chuckle out of this,” he said, giggling as Centaurus leaned against the bed like an old man who couldn’t get up on his own.

“If you’re gonna kill me,” he said in-between pants, “just go ahead and do it. Anything’s better than listening to you yap and yap.”

“Ohhh, booo~!” said Phecda. “That’s such a boring thing to do, Centaurus. Why would I kill my most interesting research subject.” Once again approaching, Phecda leaned in and grabbed Centaurus’ face in a sharp vice-grip. A glint that never failed to send shivers down Centaurus’ spine appeared in Phecda’s eyes. The grin was gone, replaced by a twisted and frustrated grimace. “I would love to take you apart to finally learn how and why you tick, but that would ruin everything. No, I must observe you without interfering. Without letting those ridiculous fools getting in your way so you can flourish. Those Elites are so concentrated in status and let promising subjects just die in those worthless mines of them. God, I wish I could take them apart too so I could show our worthless world what trash truly looks like.”

Centaurus tried to scream or shout, but he couldn’t stop trembling. His muscles wouldn’t move or respond. If Phecda truly wished, Centaurus would end up as the subject of vivisection. However, no such carnage occurred. Centaurus still breathed.

The two stared at each other for a while before Phecda’s face broke into another gleeful grin. “You flinched~! You’re so cute when you’re scared, but not as cute as Arcturus when everything’s falling apart around him. Phecda let go of Centaurus and stepped back, pacing the room with that ridiculous gait again. “Don’t worry, Centy. I just took you to my host’s apartment so you could get some rest. If either Zathina or Arcturus found ya with no energy, who knows what they would’ve done!” He shook his head in disapproval. “No, I learned so much from you, and yet there’s still more I want to discover.”

“What are you—”

“Please, indulge me, Centaurus,” said Phecda, turning to face Centaurus again, who flinched. “There’s a discovery I believe I have stumbled onto, and I was hoping to use you as a sort of ‘wall’ to bounce ideas off of. Maybe we could even collaborate,” he said, emphasizing the last word.

Moving his hand over his hairy and borrowed legs, Centaurus could feel just a bit of sensation return. If he could just stall this conversation out, he could make a break for it. “Fine,” he said, scoffing and turning his face away. “Start rambling, ya freak. If you get close to the mark, I’ll tell ya. In exchange, just lemme go, all right?”

Phecda cocked his brow, head tilting in confusion. “Oh, that sort of cooperation is unexpected. Wonder if you’ve found some sort of escape route you want to distract me from?”

Centaurus kept his face neutral as Phecda wandered the room, running his hands over the walls. As expected, Phecda knew very little about his own host’s home. “Either way, I guess I don’t really care. All I wanted was a chat. Whatever you do afterwards isn’t very important. Although…” Phecda shook his head. “Doesn’t matter! Let’s great started.”

“Shoot.”

“How did a being like you,” began Phecda, “with very little chance of mastering his craft might I add, ever become masterful enough at possession to rival of Elites like Arcturus or Zathina? Isn’t it curious? I often pondered that between classes and experiments. How was that possible? It’s like a homeless man having more skill than a dedicated kung-fu master.” As if to emphasize his point, Phecda performed a crane stance, the flaccid dick flopping as he lifted up his leg.

“You watching earth TV?”

“It’s nice to have in the background as I work,” said Phecda as rubbed the back of his neck. “But the point is, things weren’t adding up. I threw a few theories around. Time travel, secret training from special ops, all sorts of nonsense. It was more like a little pet project than anything else. Try not to feel so special, Centaurus.”

Rolling his eyes, Centaurus said, “Nice to know I’m such high priority for ya.”

“Well, at first it was.” The dangerous glint in Phecda’s eyes returned. The atmosphere grew heavy as his footfalls grew harder and more intense. “Then I saw the effect you had on Arcturus. That’s when it really got interesting.” Phecda continued to pace around the room. The amusement and nonchalantness of his expression faded. “I grew up together with him. I’ve observed him. He was always so dull. So boring. Just another by-product of our society. Nothing more. But then…! Oh, you made his interesting, Centaurus.” Without warning, he sprinted over to Centaurus and grabbed him by the shoulders. Centaurus could feel Phecda’s warm breath on his face. “Just by existing, just by being skilled, you began to break the little peanut-brain that that fool had. Just by being, you made him fascinating,” he said, eyes shining with wicked intent.

“Wh-What the hell do you want…?” said Centaurus, his heart racing. Goosebumps spread throughout his body. He had seen such an awful personality from Phecda before, but this was simply on a level he could have never seen coming. “What do you want from me, Phecda?!”

“I… just want you to go about the same as you always do!” said Phecda, releasing Centaurus. “I want to witness your potential, that’s all.” He merely shrugged, expression perfectly nonchalant. The sudden changes in mood only served to give Centaurus more anxiety. When would Phecda go in a rage? It was effective torture strategy, but Centaurus was wondering if that was even the goal.

In that brief period, Centaurus realized that Phecda was silent and just staring at him. Suddenly, embarrassed, Centaurus said, “You’re… seriously freaking me out. But, you’re fine with me winning this whole thing? Letting me get the chance to become a Dreadfighter and serve the Emperor directly? That’s fine with you?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” said Phecda. “You don’t have the skills of Zathina or even Arcturus, but you have good skills. And your head’s not up in the clouds like those two.” He threw his hands up into the air, eyes rolling as he spoke. “Always about honor and status with those two. They’re like broken records. Really, at least having someone like you around will keep things interesting. Besides…” Narrowing his eyes, Phecda said, “Someone who is willing to throw away everything for success is perfect for Dreadfighters, isn’t it?”

Flinching once more, Centaurus tried to back away further onto the bed. “So you figured it out.” Hiding anything from this madman would just agitate Phecda and make the situation worse. “Yeah, I throw just about everything at it when I possess a host.”

“Elites like us are specifically taught not to do that,” said Phecda. “If you try and force a connection with a host, you risk losing yourself. It’s like mixing two paints and hoping that the colors will remain pure. And yet… you still continue to do that. Every time, you allow your consciousness to meld with your host’s just for a tiny advantage. Why is that?”

Not wanting to face Phecda, Centaurus pointedly turned his head and stared out the window. The sun was beginning to set. Just a few hours longer and the festival would be over. His host still wasn’t fully recovered, but that was no longer his main concern. Thoughts and fears he had been burying deep inside of him finally emerged with little resistance. “Ya said it yourself. To risk everything for just that chance for success. That’s all it is. As simple as that.”

Pouting, Phecda said, “It’s so boring when you try to say it like that. At least do it like those detective shows where they have the lead talk about it in great and exciting detail!”

“My life isn’t a show, freak,” said Centaurus. “Just… I don’t have anything else, Phecda. If I don’t become a soldier, if I don’t prove my worth, then…” he paused, unable to say it. I’ll be just a worm. He shut his mouth and refused to let the words continue.

“I see. You’re a product of our society as well.” Phecda nodded, as if the world suddenly made complete sense to him. He spun on his heel and faced the wall, expression hidden. “Don’t kill Arcturus, Centy. He’s boring sometimes and crazy at others, but I still like him. You make him fascinating, but if you make him dead I’ll tear you apart and eat you, okay?”

The usual mania in his voice was gone. For the first time since they had met, Phecda spoke in a serious tone. “Yeah, sure. Wasn’t planning on killing the guy, anyway. He’s a piece of shit but like… no one that needs to be killed.”

“What’re you going to do when it’s just you and Zathina left?” asked Phecda, still hiding his face. “Do you think you can beat her?”

Centaurus ran a hand down his borrowed hair, a habit of his host. “I don’t know. But, I’ll give it a try, even if it kills me.”

“You’re desperate.”

“When you’ve got nothing else to live for and everything on the line,” said Centaurus, “wouldn’t anyone?”

“…Well, to see that realize…” Phecda turned around once more, smirking as he approached Centaurus. “You need your energy. I just happen to know a neat way for humans to generate the chemicals we feed on.” The doctor’s coat billowing as he strutted over, Phecda kneeled in front of Centaurus and began to lower his pants. “Just lean back, stare up at the ceiling, and relax. I’ll take it from here.”

“…You’re a real weirdo, y’know that?”

“Why thank you. You’re a real weirdo as well, Centy.” Phecda leaned in and kiss Centaurus’ lips, to the latter’s shock. “Keep being interesting. Worms don’t make for such fine test subjects, I promise you that much.”

Kindness came from such interesting places, Centaurus mused.

Eight Cups a Day Finale

A Star-Studded Future

“Nrgh, mm! Oh god, oh FUCK!” said Danny as Eddy slammed harder into him. “God, fuck me harder, daddy. Make me screaaaam.”

At that Eddy just chuckled. “God, what was in Forde that made you into such a needy slut?”

“Dunno, whatever it was that made ya lust for man-ass,” Danny quipped back as Eddy relentlessly pounded him. Before Danny could continue his trash talking, he gasped as his back arched in a perfect C. “Woah! I’m fucking close, I’m gonna…!” Danny let out a small whine as Eddy wrapped his arms around him. Leaving behind little kisses up Danny’s neck, Eddy eventually began to make out with Danny—silencing his screams as the two came. Ropes of cum landed all over the freshly-washed sheets. Shame for Forde’s detergent supplies, but that wasn’t Eddy’s problem.

“Mmm, so fucking nice,” said Eddy. He ran his finger down the sheets and scooped up some of the cum. It tasted much sweeter than he expected. Was that an effect of being a species like himself or did Danny-boy just have a nice, pineapple-filled diet? “Goddamn, that was good. Really needed that to start the morning.” He lightly slapped Danny’s ass while the cum dribbled out.

“Whatever, homo,” said Danny, eyes rolling. After a few seconds of disentangling from each other, he rolled off the bed and made his way over to the backroom, not caring how much he was leaking or the mess he was leaving behind. “Clean up the sheets and shit. I gotta take a shower,” he said in an uncaring tone.

“What, no cuddling?”

“Cuddle with yourself. I reek after you rubbed your torso and shot your loads all over me last night.” With that, Danny slammed the door behind him.

Eddy shrugged and put on some of his clothes. His host hadn’t brought another change of clothes and he wasn’t Forde’s size, so he had to settle for the shirt that reeked of sweat and the shorts with cum stains. “Not like I care too much,” he said, shrugging. Speaking out loud was beginning to be a habit of his—despite the lack of memory of him doing that. “Must’ve been a Forde thing,” he reasoned. Despite all that happened and how much he wished it hadn’t, he had to accept the reality.

Eddy wasn’t Eddy, but he was close to it. The small parts of him that wasn’t Eddy were that of Forde and his memory of who Eddy was. Would that be enough to fully play the role? Eddy wasn’t sure, but he also wasn’t sure of who he was, only who he was supposed to be. How were they expected to play this role for? It was difficult for them to even achieve this sort of bond with their hosts. Now they had to play pretend for the rest of their hosts’ natural lifespan? They would be impostors for the rest of their lives, carefully calculating their behavior to fit their host as best as possible.

And yet, just the thought of that made Eddy’s shoulders slump. It wasn’t just a burden, but a limit on his life. He knew Eddy’s plans for the future, but the picture-perfect life tilted just the tiniest bit. He was Eddy, but enough of him wasn’t Eddy that he felt like something completely new. It was a dysphoria he couldn’t quite shake off. Did he deserve the right to uproot the wishes of the original Eddy? Or the wishes of his friends and loved ones?

Where did Eddy end, and where did this not-Eddy begin?

“Wonder how long we can keep it up…”

“Keep what up?” Eddy turned around and saw Makoto walking around with just a jockstrap on. “’fraid our folks are gonna find out ‘bout us? I wouldn’t worry.”

At the very least, both Eddy and not-Eddy disliked Makoto just as much. He wouldn’t have to pretend that part. “Just because Forde liked being just as much a slob as you are doesn’t mean you’re gonna blend in perfectly.”

“Oh c’mon, li’l Ed,” said Makoto, grinning at him. “Don’t be such a pessimist. We’ve done the impossible already. Stopped an alien invasion and got some sweet bodies outta it.” As he spoke, he gyrated his hips and even thrust into the air a few times.

Eddy stared, but he wasn’t amused. “Like Nolan said, Makoto, we killed these guys and took their place. We’re like those freaky bodysnatchers in the movies.”

“God, now I know you’re gonna do well as Eddy,” said Makoto, dropping his grin. “Just as much of a killjoy as the original. Go blow a few more loads into Danny-boy so you can actually crack a smile.” Smirking, Makoto added, “Or else it’ll be me coating his walls.” Before Eddy could reply, Makoto spun on his heel and walked away.

“Piece of shit,” was all Eddy said before sauntering towards the living room, hands in his pockets and slouching.

It was still rather early—only about 7 am—but most of the hosts were already milling around in the living room. Because of the dilemma that occurred last night, most of them hadn’t gotten much of a chance to really get to know and explore their new forms. “It’s hard to figure out who or what we’re supposed to be.” It was one of Forde’s older friends, a man by the name of Oscar. “We’re not really these creatures, not really Forde, but not really any of our hosts.”

He was a more thoughtful individual than Eddy was, so he figured he might as well just speak to him about it.

“You thinking about it as well?” asked Eddy as he slid over to an open seat next to Alan.

The poor man was looking around, eyes eagerly taking in every sight like a newborn. Since there was very little of the old man’s mind left by the time Forde’s offspring took over, he was in an “awkward situation,” as Nolan put it. Eddy preferred the term “horrifying,” but he kept it to himself. No need to bring the mood down even further. Turning back to face Oscar, Eddy continued. “I feel like Eddy, but not really at the same time. Like I’m playing a role.”

Oscar nodded. “One way to see it is that we’re the offspring of Forde and our host. In that way, our existence is a lot more humanitarian. We’re just children that have to play pretend in to keep the order.” He took a deep breath and crossed his legs together, as if meditating. It was a habit of Oscar whenever too mcuh stress took ahold of him. Eddy could at least see that.

“So you’re fine with this,” said Eddy.

“No, but I’m not un-fine with it, either.” Was that what peace looked like? Oscar didn’t seem satisfied or dissatisfied. He simply accepted it and moved on. Perhaps Eddy should try the same, but that niggling feeling in the back of his head wouldn’t disappear. “You won’t be fine with it until you’re fine with who you are, Eddy,” said Oscar.

Eddy rose from where he had fallen on the ground. “Always were good at scaring the crap outta me,” he said, rubbing his head. “Get out of my head, Oscar.”

“You told me what was bothering you. I’m just trying to help.”

“Still on it, Ed-boy?” Eddy groaned as Makoto walked into the living room once more. At the very least, he was far more modest. Not only that, but Makoto was also carrying a duffel bag. “Figured it’s about time we parted ways,” he said when everyone’s eyes went over to his bag. “There’s no point in staying here while everyone messing up my vibes.” Swiping a pair of discarded sunglasses from the table, Makoto put them on and flashed a peace sign. He looked like such a douchebag. “Got a life to lead, y’know? Y’all should do the same. ‘s all we can do for our hosts and our species or whatever. No need to grieve when we can party.”

What did that even mean? Even before the invasion, Eddy and Makoto were simply incompatible. Just sharing their thoughts or perspectives out loud led to arguments and fighting, as if they couldn’t tolerate the existence of such feelings. They were oil and water. Or rather, water and Rubidium, as a certain fictional con-artist once put it as. Despite the gravity of the situation, this was just another case of the two of them being unable to agree. Despite the familiarity, Eddye still felt sick as he stared Makoto down. “Doesn’t it even matter to you, ya prick?” said Eddy. Before the two of them could start fighting, Oscar cleared his throat.

“Say goodbye to Forde and Nolan first,” said Oscar, a relaxed yet enigmatic smile on his face. “It’s rude to leave the nest without properly thanking your parents first.”

“...They’re still having a chat...” said Makoto, gaze growing distant. The duffel bag slipped from his grasp as he was lost in thought. “They haven’t stopped talking since last night. I don’t know how Forde’s doing, or if he’s even gonna get any better.”

An uncomfortable silence spread over the room. Forde hadn’t been able to see any of them eye-to-eye since the previous night. They had won, and yet the look of pure despair on Forde’s face sapped any joy any of his offspring could have felt in that instance. Without a leader, they were stuck in that awkward point where none of them could figure out what to do or who they even were.

Children imitate their parents, thought Eddy, but are we supposed to imitate Forde when parts of us are already Forde? Oscar said we were like Forde and our hosts’ kids, but… why do I feel sick just being alive? Is that part of childhood as well?

There were no answers to that. The invaders, now much more docile and depressed, simply conversed on ideas of what they could do. Even what they considered themselves as was no longer accurate. Though Forde had won them their freedom, they were left in the uncomfortable position of defining what their freedom now was.

It was impossible to see the stars in town. To do so, Nolan would have to organize another trip, and he doubted Forde was in any state, physical or emotional, to do so. “Sun’s been up for a while,” he told Forde, who remained huddled in a cocoon of blankets. “You don’t want to get up? At the very least, stretch your legs?”

No response, as usual. Nolan sighed and peeled the curtains to allow the sunlight in. Forde wasn’t a morning person, from what Nolan could recall, but Forde had been catatonic for the past few hours. “I’m not leaving this room without you,” he said. He paused and focused on the memories he could access, he remembered a certain device tucked away Forde’s closet. It was a gift from Nolan from their childhood that Forde refused to throw away despite how much dust it had collected.

A gift from an unrequited love.

Nolan—the creature inside of Nolan—wondered what exactly the real Nolan would think of this. Would he be touched or disgusted? Did he appreciate like this new Nolan did? Or was this some kind of twisted victory for Forde?

Nolan shook his head. There would be time for such thoughts later. For now, Forde needed him.  He walked towards the center of the room and turned on the projector.

It wasn’t quite the planetarium, but it would do. The sky wasn’t the same as that night, but it was close enough. Just as these creatures weren’t quite their hosts, they would have to do. “We’re trying so hard to be human, to be normal,” Nolan muttered out loud, another habit from Forde, “doesn’t that give us value as well?” He stared up at the false stars spinning on the ceiling and wondered where had they come from? Or had they always been dwellers of the sea?

They were liars and fakes. Most people would think they had little value. Had Forde ordered them to, most of them would’ve swallowed the salt with little hesitation without any of the memories of personality of their original hosts fully absorbed. Now it was far too late. Forde had given them the gift of life—of awareness. Their lives were their own to decide. Wasn’t that in itself beautiful? Worthy of being alive?

Nolan wasn’t sure. In all honesty, he wasn’t exactly how much of himself was Nolan, Forde, and his very own self. Yet the feeling ballooning in his chest had so much weight and shined just as bright as any star that he refused to believe they had any less value.

Authentic or not, original or stolen, their lives were their own.

“Thank you, Forde,” said Nolan in a louder voice as he slipped under the sheets and embraced Forde’s still body. “What you did wasn’t a mistake. We’re alive because of you. And we get to see sights like these because of you.” His hands searched until he found Forde’s own. Their finger intertwined, without any resistance from Forde. “Let’s go camping again, just like that night. But, let’s make it our own. Not our parents, but our very own memory.” Tears had begun to spill onto the bed. Nolan wasn’t sure if they were his own or not. “Wouldn’t that be something, right?”

…

…

…

“… I wanna see those stars again...” Forde squeezed Nolan’s hand back.

It was an awkward step forward, but it was a large leap for them all nonetheless.

Boys Locker Rooms be like

“Hey, what the hell’s this?”

The men gathered around the odd, squirming slime near a corner of the locker room. Nothing connected the men together other than the odd satisfaction they got from leering at the phenomenon before them. There was a distinct excitement and confusion in the room as they gathered around.

“Someone gonna touch it?”

“Hell no. Thing looks like it’d give me cancer or super AIDS if I did,” argued one of them while his buddy next to him chuckled.

“Well, someone’s gotta do something about it. Aw, fuck it, lemme go get the staff and OOMPH!” Before the man could even move, a tendril of the green slime shot into his open mouth to the shock of the other men. Slime traveled down the man’s throat as his body shook and convulsed.

As multiple screams filled the locker room, the slime continued to invade the man through whatever orifice was available. For some, it was their anus being invaded. Their legs buckled and they collapsed onto the locker room floor as a bloby sensation filled a tight, sacred place for them. Despite their resistance, a few even grew hard and leaked pre-cum at the penetrating sensation tickling their prostates. One man even ejaculated as the slime infested each and every one of his cells.

For others, it was their dickholes that the slime invaded them through. The held their junk in a vain effort to protect themselves, but were unable to struggle much. They fell back onto the ground, hips moving on their own as they were abused by the strange invader in such a painful, pleasurable way.

In every man’s head was the question, “Why?” until their only thoughts were, “Give me more!”

Once the last of the slime entered their bodies with a whip-like slosh, the men convulsed as their nervous systems were invaded. Legs trembled as sensual grunts filled the locker-room air. As the last of their consciousness cried out in a ecstasy-fueled moan, the men smiled and spread out on the floor. Their limbs relaxed as they were no longer under their control. Nerves fired away as a barrage of blissful pleasure welcomed them to oblivion.

A few minutes later, the men rose from the floor and continued changing as though nothing happened. However, there was a link between them. Their minds were no longer their own as the slimy substance sloshed around in their skulls, engulfing their brains in the green goo.

A glint appeared in their eyes as a another man, fresh from a workout and covered in a coat of sweat, walked in. He gave a few curt nods to the men he recognized nice, and they mirrored the action. Though the slime puppeting the men wasn’t sure exactly what or why it was doing these things, it simply was right. There was nothing but instinct guiding it. To spread, to breed, to grow was its sole directive.

“Hey, what the fuck, man!” He shouted as two bodies drew the shower curtain back.

“Get the fuck out, I’m--ORRRGH!” The suds-covered man was unable to fight back as one man tackled him to the ground while another kissed him. A torrent of green goo slithered up one’s throat and down to the other.

Meanwhile, the slime continued to spread. Its hosts shivered with glee as it discovered just how effective the city’s pipes were in its conquest.

“Hey, what’s this fucking--ARGH!”

“Don’t get much time to relax in the bath. Can finally--woah! H-Hey, something’s crawling up my, W-WOAH, AAAHHH!”

Southern Hospitality

“God, what the fuck was that?!” Dale cried out, clutching his still trembling crotch.

“S-Some kinda bug--?! Ohhh--oh my god!”

Some sort of slippery creature had slithered inside of Dale when he had tried skinny dipping as a sort of dare with his friends back at camp. Bare-ass and ignorant of the discarded sign saying ‘No Swimming,’ he jumped into the river and quickly regretted it. Though he had tried to escape his watery doom, he could do nothing as the parasite slid inside his body.

“H-Help! Someone, please, ohhh!” He let out a low moan and fell backwards onto the river water. Bubbles rose to the surface before the waters grew still and serene. To an unsuspecting bystander, the scenery would look almost beautiful.

About an hour later, Dale emerged from the water with a calmer expression and weighing a few pounds more. Occasionally, a long, thin parasite was visible as it crawled just underneath his skin, but he didn’t care anymore. “Got a gift fer y’all,” he said, gaze distant and lips curled up in a wicked smile. “I’ll service y’all real nice. Make y’all feel right at home with my mouth,” he rehearsed, cock growing hard as he imagined all his friends trembling and convulsing as the parasites spread.

All that was left of his personality would just be a mask used to fool his hunky cowboy friends.

Putting on his boots and nothing else, Dale set off to spread the gift that had been parted with him.

FEStival Fiasco

Part 6

Phecda’s little safe house was near the outskirts of the exam site. A simple apartment building with walls neatly decorated as though a prince lived in them.

‘Maybe that’s why he picked that host,’ thought Centaurus as he made his way down the halls and towards the lobby. Everything was far too pristine, far too unnaturally beautiful. It wasn’t unlike the buildings back at Terras, home world. This place was probably familiar for an Elite like him.

Elite…

“Worms don’t make for such fine test subjects,” Phecda had said. The words still bothered Centaurus. What had he been trying to imply? And did Centaurus want to know? Just the idea of being considered a ‘test subject’ annoying him to no end.

“Is he saying I’m not a worm…?” Centaurus muttered out loud. A few passing residents spared him a glance, the curiosity clear in their expressions. However, Centaurus didn’t pay them much mind. He only wanted to see if their body language betrayed any intent to fight.

Was Phecda suggesting that Centaurus was somehow better than his peers?

“Sunuvabitch,” he muttered as he walked past the automatic doors. Golden flowers and vines made of fine metals decorating the glass. The sheer lavishness of it all made him ill. He was glad to be leaving the building. Taking his first step forward, his gaze instantly shifted to the professor leaning up against the wall just a few feet away from the entrance.

Professor Polaris’ eyes didn’t widen when they wandered over to Centaurus. His pose, lax shoulders and a hunched back, remained static as he spoke up. “Ah! Quite fortunate, seeing you here,” he said, lazily raising his arm in a small greeting. Despite his attempts to seem casual, he had been expecting Centaurus. Polaris should’ve been at least a bit surprised or had some sort of reaction to seeing him.

‘What is he playing at?’ thought Centaurus. ‘He was waiting for me.’

Even after several hours, Polaris retained the same host. For whatever reason, whenever he found a body he didn’t seem to enjoy discarding it until the mission was over. Centaurus had once overheard a student from another class refer to Polaris as ‘overly sentimental.’

“How have you been, Centaurus?” said Polaris as he approached. “I trust your tasks have been finished?”

“Professor,” said Centaurus with a curt nod. “Is there something you need?” Answering his question, for whatever reason, didn’t feel right at the moment. It’d be better to just remain discreet. Centaurus also noticed that Polaris’ stance was unusually lax. His knees were straight, his hands were in his pockets, and his feet weren’t far apart. Weren’t soldiers, especially those with stories histories like Polaris, supposed to be more serious? Despite how little humans knew of their existence, the planet was still enemy territory.

“No, not quite what I need. But I do wish to inform of some of your classmates’ conditions. Particularly that of Alcor.” Centaurus’ eyes widened, and he cursed his sudden reaction.

“What does Alcor have to do with me?” he said, attempting to remain casual.

Polaris shrugged. “From what I can tell, nothing. But that reaction is certainly interesting. Usually you just shrug and dismiss me whenever I discuss your classmates with you.”

“Well, what’s the news on Alcor?”

“He’s gone,” said Polaris, eyes brimming with… pride? Amusement? Centaurus couldn’t tell. “Left the testing grounds, and it doesn’t appear he’s returning. For all intents and purposes, he has gone AWOL.”

“Oh, I’m surprised,” said Centaurus with a shrug. He had managed to regain his composure. Just a few more exchanges and he’d walk away and be home free. “For all his talk, I wouldn’t have guess he’d just up and vanish. Guess he was all bark and no bite.” He said, forcing a snicker.

“Aww… is that any way to talk about your new friend?” Despite his teasing words, Polaris’ eyes almost looked sympathetic. Centaurus didn’t respond. He dropped his arms to the sides and glared at his professor. “You know, Centaurus… to live freely is to give other freedom. To gift him that chance to escape, that opportunity to shape his own life and future, is something beautiful. Did it feel rewarding?”

“...Why aren’t you reprimanding me?” asked Centaurus, narrowing his eyes. “You almost sound proud of me. Why? Shouldn’t I be…I don’t know, expelled? Punished? Even just scolded?”

Polaris didn’t stop smiling. Instead, he turned around and gestured for Centaurus to follow. “Walk with me. We should talk privately.” Before Centaurus could respond, Polaris had already begun walking off. They were headed towards a more populated part of the fair. Not far from them was a closed, unattended booth. That was most likely his destination.

“H-Hey, wait damn it!” Centaurus ran to catch up with Polaris’ stride. The professor’s host had longer legs, and he almost seemed determined to leave him behind. “Asshole…” Centaurus muttered once he finally caught up. “… it was bittersweet.”

“Hmm?”

“You asked me how it felt—with Alcor. It felt, still feels, bittersweet.” It had been a brief connection, but it was one of the few that Centaurus had ever made. To watch it go and ride off towards a land promising freedom tore at his heart. It was difficult not being envious. “He’s fine, he’ll be happy, out there. But, I’m still here. Still the same.” He looked up at the sky. The sun was beginning to descend, dyeing the world a vivid orange. Everyday, the sky changed hues.

“I try to change,” continued Centaurus, looking down at his rough, scarred hands. It was unfamiliar to him, and yet he still remained the same worm he always was. The faces he wore and the memories he ingested were all different, yet the scars he bore and the faint hope he clung onto remained the same.

Static. Stagnant.

“I wish I could’ve gone with him. I wish I could’ve escaped and shaped my own future with my own hands. But I was scared.” His voice cracked as he spoke. His host’s heart was racing, each thump an agonizing reminder of his own life. Why had he survived while other worms didn’t? Why did he continue to live? “I always thought becoming a Dreadfighter, becoming someone, would bring me happiness and freedom. And maybe it will. But I still wonder why I didn’t just run away with my friend. Why just being someone to Alcor wasn’t enough to let me run alongside him.” He looked up at Polaris. “Professor, did I make the right choice? Or am I just weak?”

“I can’t say,” he said. “No one can know what choice is the right one. We simply choose and allow the consequences to play out. If we don’t like them, we just deal with outcome and make another choice later down the line. That’s what life is, Centaurus. That’s the beauty and terror of freedom.” Polaris raised his arm and stopped Centaurus in his tracks. “And you made your decision. You chose to help Alcor find freedom, Centaurus. Extending a hand out in kindness, even after facing so much abuse from others, from your own kind, takes a type of strength I deeply envy.”

Stepping forward to stand in front of Centaurus’ host, Polaris placed a hand on Centaurus’ borrowed chest and squeezed. “Your heart is scarred, and it remains strong. It’s so easy to hurt someone else because you’ve been hurt. But you chose differently, Centaurus. As your teacher, I am so very proud of the choice you made.”

“Professor, I…”

Before either of them could continue, “A-HEM,” a loud and deliberate cough cut them off. They both turned to face a round-faced women with a babbling infant in her hands. “Pride is important and all, but please don’t grope each other where kids can see you.” Polaris withdrew his hands, muttering a sheepish apology as his ears turned red. “Thank you.” With a huff, the woman walked off.

The two stood there in silence before Polaris let out a snicker. “Snrk…! Heheh…! Here I was trying to be all emotional that I forgot humans don’t share such intimacy with each other.” It wasn’t long before he was full-on laughing, shoulders bouncing up and down as that little embarrassed joy filled the air.

Centaurus joined in for a second with a few light-hearted chuckles, but remained paranoid the whole time. “Professor, what’s the real reason you wanted to speak to me?”

“Ah, yes, yes!” nodded Polaris. “Come. We should talk privately.” He walked over to the booth’s closed curtains and gestured for Centaurus to walk in. He didn’t. After a few moments of waiting, he nodded and said, “Smart. Don’t show your back to someone if you’re not 100% certain you can trust them.”

“It’s just common sense.”

“Not to those who can afford it. Those we call ‘Elites.’ I do apologize that to you it is common sense, Centaurus. Or for anyone, in that war-fueled society of ours.” Polaris stepped into the darkened booth first, and Centaurus cautiously followed.

“There’s a lot that needs to be said,” said Polaris, his voice dropping low and losing any of the levity it previously had. “And some that can only be shown to be believed. But I suppose there’s no easy way to ease someone into this next bit of news.

“Centaurus, our society relies on the weak thrown and killed on the front lines or dying in the mines for resources to fuel our machines and weapons to fight. Or even as slaves, not servants, to Elites who see them as lesser.” With each word he uttered, his voice became softer and somber. The look in his eyes, a bit harder to tell in the dark booth, grew dull and damp. It was as if speaking about this was sucking the life out of him.

“War and hierarchy are intrinsic parts of our society,” he continued. “And this decades-long war, having started long before I was even born, allowed for technological prosperity, but social stagnation. It makes sense, doesn’t it? We can’t move forward without risking stability, and no one wants that in the middle of wartime.

“But, Centaurus… you, me, and all who have died and lived in the 20 years have been living a lie. The war has been over. Our Emperor has made fools of us all.”

Galactic LARPing

"And your character is...?"

Asmodeus puffed his borrowed chest out and declared, "I am Asmodeus the healer! Injured, just come to me and I'll cure you in no time." Then, Asmodeus pursed his lips and winked to the joy of the other players. A few even blushed.

It was a cute pose that his host would never do, but under the control of a LARPing alien determined to stay in character, he had no choice.

Next up was Minot. "Rogue." To better get into character, he adjusted the hat and adopted a far more reserved personality. After a brief pause, he adjusted his hat to better hide his eyes. The group cheered and clapped for his performance. It was simple but effective for the strong and silent rogue. Minot's host mentally moaned, ashamed at how much he was forced to expose due to his bodysnatcher.

"And I am Daxtrus, the ultimate sage of legend. Do not worry, o treasured friends of mine. My mythical and dark spells will protect us in the many battles to come!" Daxtrus took a deep breath and then did his pose. When asked if it hurt, Daxtrus chuckled and said, "No worries, this body is quite flexible."

Daxtrus' could only recoil as he felt how much his body was forced to stretch. He would certainly be sore in the morning!

"I AM RATHOLS, THE WARRIOR! Oh! Sorry...!" For a moment, the older and muscular man slumped and shrunk away when the other players complained about his loud voice. "Lemme try again..." Clearing his throat, Rathols flexed and shouted, "I am Rathols, the warrior! Let us conquer and claim this land in the name of our kingdom, good fellas. Ho ho!" with a boisterous, exaggerated laugh. While excessive and not at all what his host would do, it got the party rilled up and in a good mood again.

Rathol's host could only scream as he remained a prisoner in his own head.

"And I am Qual, the dancer," he said, placing his palms together and bowing. "Let my dance bring you pleasure and joy..." Qual let out a slow and seductive sigh. He posed and moved the stolen body to emphasize the curves, much to his host's chagrin. It was a traditional garb, and this alien was using it to roleplay as a whore!

"Well, seems like we're all set. You all picked such great bodies! Luckily, the game I've got planned will go for lots and lots and sessions." Inwardly, all the hosts cried and moaned in despair.

"Well then, let's begin the session! We start our story with..."

FEStival Fiasco

Part 7

The Puppet that Played at being a Star

A lie.

That was all Centaurus could think when Professor Polaris said that.

“Y-You’re lying to me,” he said, wincing and chiding himself as he heard how shaky his own voice was. Why was he so nervous? His heart was pounding. Every pump was like a hammer to his temple. “You can’t be telling the truth… the whole war, being a lie?!”

It was far too ridiculous to be true.

No, it wasn’t just that.

If there truly was no war, then why was Centaurus born, nameless and abandoned, in those mines? Why did so many others before and after him? Why did so many of his fellow brethren die cold, hungry, alone, and in pain?

‘Did my suffering not matter? Did theirs? Did they all have no meaning?’

To believe the professor would be to accept those thoughts. And if Centaurus did accept them…

Why was he even here? Why was he even alive?

“Liar…! You piece of shit, I oughta kill you right here!”

Polaris’ expression remained unchanged; unwavering even as Centaurus charged him and grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt.

“Where the hell do you get off mocking me?!” Centaurus demanded, spit flying. “Huh?! You bastard, you better tell me the truth right now or—!”

“You already know a way to see if I’m lying or not.” Polaris quirked an eyebrow, licking his lips. “You’ve seen your hosts’ memories, haven’t you? Well, it works for each other as well.” He smirked. “It really makes you wonder what was the real purpose behind our species’ ability to interact and share with each other’s neural networks. Maybe we were meant to communicate better with each other this whole time, huh…? Centaurus, what do you think?”

Centaurus’ grip slowly loosened as he took in Polaris’ words. “You want me to bite you, as though I was possessing someone,” he said, arms fell to the side, hanging limply as though they were lead weights. “I’ve… I’ve never done something like this.” When had his host begun sweating so much? When did he start trembling? What was Centaurus so afraid of?

‘Why am I even here?’ Once more, that question came to him, but he quickly shook it away.”

“Curious?”

“… Of course I am.”

“Well? Are you going to do it or not?” Polaris, still smirking, tilted his head forward so as to touch Centaurus’ borrowed forehead with his own. “I have high hopes for you, Centaurus. Search my mind, and don’t hide away from the truth.”

“… Are you taunting me…? Centaurus asked, drained enough that he couldn’t even remain angry at Polaris.

Professor Polaris let out a chuckle, pulling Centaurus in for a tight embrace. “I saw your potential, y’know? That’s why I fought hard to allow the board of our academy to allow you to attend. And more specifically, to allow me to become your teacher. Haven’t you ever wondered why a former military commander became a professor? It’s because I insisted.”

Certain details made more sense, but there was still someone odd about all of this. “But, why? Why did you want me to join the academy? Y’know I was a worm, so then…?”

“Because whether they like it or not, it’s only by meeting another with widely different circumstances that these students’ worlds actually expand. Without you, there’s no way that any of them will ever grow. But the reverse also applies to you. There’s no way you will the true injustices of the world without witnessing those who inhabit it. This is how the seeds of revolution can be planted. It’s the only way that society will ever change.”

Centaurus, frowning, scoffed and pointedly looked away. “This is such bullshit,” he muttered. “So I was just a puppet for you to manipulate? A tool for your little play at a revolution?”

It always felt as though he was being pushed and pulled by forces beyond his understanding. Whether it was the Elites who looked down on him from their ivory world or the coach who stood before him, Centaurus was just dancing to a tune that only he couldn’t hear. “What am I, Polaris? Am I just something to be used, or am I someone who can choose his own fate? Am I… simply a worm…?”

Coach Polaris’ expression grew grim. A heavy silence spread throughout the dark room. To Centaurus, it felt like “Judgment Day,” an event that held considerable importance in his host’s mind. Yes, Centaurus’ world felt like it was about to crumble before him. His purpose seemed scattered in the wind, as though it was about to vanish when it was so close in his grasp. He thought that he was building his own fate, a path that he crafted with his own hands.

Yet… that was never the case.

“Who am I?” Centaurus asked again.

“You’re… you. That’s all. That’s what you decided for yourself, right? ‘Centaurus,’ named after the sun that everything in our world revolves around. That was the point, wasn’t it?”

Centaurus hesitated, just for a moment. “Yeah, but not quite. I… I loved that sunrise that I saw, the first time I ever left those tunnels. And, I wanted to be that for others. Other worms that had spent their lives underground. I wanted to be like that beautiful sight that inspired me to finally live—finally retake myself. If just another one of my brothers and sisters was inspired, then I’d make it all worth it.”

That settled it. The truth was right before him, and Centaurus would sooner die than allow it to escape his grasp. He carried not just his own life, but all of those that came and died before him in those damn tunnels. Centaurus nodded and stepped forward.

It began.

“Allow me to show you,” said Coach Polaris, walking in a circle as Centaurus slowly spun, eyes glaring down at Polaris’ host. They moved as though following a rhythm only they could hear. Somehow, it felt right. The two moved and swayed as they approached, their fingers intertwining as they waltzed in the dark. “Is this instinct? Fate?” asked Polaris.

Centaurus shut his eyes and shrugged. “I don’t know, I’m just doing what I’m supposed to.” He was leading for whatever reason. Was it his host’s idea? Muscle memories that were flowing out in this moment? “I’m doing what feels right.”

“It’s a forgotten dance in our people,” said Polaris. “We were meant to share our minds, our souls, with each other. But this hierarchy prevented that. This is the dawn of a new age, Centaurus. This is—”

“I don’t know if this is true or not yet,” growled Centaurus. “Let’s… Let’s just do this.” Deep down, he was trembling, but he threw himself towards the fire anyway. Centaurus leaned in and kissed Polaris’ host. He slithered through their intimate kiss into Polaris’ borrowed body.

The host choked and struggled as yet another creature slithered into his body. It was difficult for his body to withstand it as Centaurus crawled into his brain. The two snake-like creatures danced and chased the other's tail, following their instinct like always. An ouroboros. A dragon that would wrap around the world.

Centaurus' vision grew dark as foreign sensations flooded his body. It was a trade. Their minds, memories, souls, and hearts were all shared. It was an electric experience, somehow more intimate than sex yet somehow more universal at the same time. It was like he was ascending to the heavens or reaching Nirvana.

When Centaurus’ vision returned, he was staring up at a starry sky on unfamiliar soil. This wasn’t his memory, he had never seen this sight before. Yes, this was from Polaris. It was a hazy sight and he couldn’t move. It was like he was watching an old film that had been rescued from the clutches of being lost forever.

The stars looked more like streamers zooming by as fireworks lit up the night sky.

“You promised you would come home soon.”

Those weren’t Centaurus’ thoughts, but he heard them all the same.

“You promised you’d come back to them; and promised to come back to me. I waited for you on the ground, wishing on the stars that flew next to you to bring you back safe.”

A shooting star came barreling down the sky, a trail of smoke and flames right behind it. Centaurus’ heart raced as terror and despair flooded his mind.

“Why did you have to die…? I loved you. I loved you so much…”

His heart broke. Not Centaurus’, but Polaris. These were Polaris' thoughts. And the ship he Centaurus focused on carried the one whom he had longed for ever since he could remember. “I didn’t mind you finding another mate and building a family as long as I could remain by your side. How was I supposed to tell them you were gone? How could you take my love and leave me behind…?”

Zathina’s father, Altair, died on that day. His son, Vega, perished soon after in the same dogfight. There was little of each body to bury, a right both of them had.

Polaris mourned and suffered, and Centaurus felt each heartache as though they were his own.

‘So that’s why he wants to watch over her,’ thought Centaurus.

“All that remained of you was that child—Zathina. So I tried to help her, tried to keep her safe. She became hardened and strong, but I could still see the scars in her heart. She stood on her own, but it had crushed her completely to do so. It was like a vase that had been shattered and put back together. Though it still stood, it was far more fragile than ever before.

“And, I wanted to find out the truth. I wanted to know why you had to die, why this war that took you away continued to drag on despite victory after victory.

What was found… was schematics of the enemy’s ship, military plans based on their battle tactics, and receipts for expenses that had been kept secret. When Polaris found them, only one conclusion made sense.

“The ships you had fought that day… were built by our very own military. Not just on that day, but every combat you had ever flown on, and even before that. None of them were piloted by our enemy, the Carinos. In fact, they were more than likely extinct. Wiped out by us.”

When had the conflict ended…? For how long had the war been fabricated. How many of their own did the Emperor sacrifice for the status quo to continue? Those were the questions that raced through Polaris’ mind all those years ago. He had discovered the truth; he understood that there was no reason behind Altair’s death. He died for nothing. And a part of Polaris died along with him.

“I couldn’t stand being in that department for much longer. I left. I had to leave. If I didn’t, I was certain I would kill someone. Most of us there didn’t know the truth, but some of them did. Yes, the higher-ups must’ve known. I needed to leave and go elsewhere before I tried to make them pay. If I got myself killed before exposing the truth to everyone, I wouldn’t be able to avenge you, my love. So I left and joined the educational department. If I could make a difference with our youth, if I worked to change everything…”

It wasn’t long before Polaris discovered and joined an underground revolution. His eyes were open, and his mind would follow soon after. So much of life, even among the Elites, was hidden and censored by the Emperor and his council.

“Did you know, my dear Altair, that they no longer wish to be called ‘Worms?’ That’s right, they want to be Cosmopolitans; those who are found everywhere, those who are ubiquitous. Elites and Worms are to become useless terms. We all want to become Cosmopolitans. That’s what freedom is, right?”

Time passed, and eventually Polaris came to find someone named ‘Centaurus’ trying to apply to the academy. It had taken urging for the school board to accept him, but Polaris’ reputation was a major help. Perhaps his young one would join the revolution. Perhaps he would be a good influence on those Elites that had little knowledge of the people that were forced below them.

‘It was him… Polaris had been… guiding me along…

‘And… it was really a lie…

‘A lie… the war… the society that had been shaped by it… it was all falsehoods.

‘They died…

‘For nothing…’

“I’ll kill him. The Emperor. I swear I’ll kill him. I won’t rest until my hands are around his thorax.”

The last sight The Emperor would see was a shining star sending him to hell. Centaurus swore on that.

"Mmm, that's good. Keep that pose." Natasha said as she took another photo.

Snap!

"Great! Your pictures look wonderful, Landon," said Natasha, giving him a thumbs up. "I'll send them to you in a minute."

"Thanks, darlin'. Lemme just get yer payment. 's in the kitchen." Landon excused himself and made his way inside his home. As he passed the hallways mirror, he couldn't help but stop and admire his face. Although it was technically the first time he had ever shaved himself, he really did a good job.

"All right, Nat, here's yer pay. Thanks fer the pics. I'll make a killin' sellin' 'em online."

"Didn't see you as the OnlyFans guy, Landon. What changed?"

"What can I say? It's time the world saw a whole new me." Landon couldn't help but flex a little as he said that. He inwardly chuckled as he saw Natasha stare just a second too long.

"Ah, well," she said, quickly regaining her composure. "Either way, it's nice to get a commission. You don't mind if I post a pic or two on my site, right?"

Landon shook his head and shot her a suave grin. "No prob, darlin'. Don't mind the whole world seein' this new me." Natasha thanked him for the boost in her new photography career and left.

Finally alone, Landon made his way to his room and lied down on the floor, enjoying his stolen flesh.

"Lookin' cute, cowboy," Landon said to himself as he took a selfie of himself on the bed. Natasha's pictures were on the way, but he couldn't help but take a quick pic to admire.

"So glad I took your body, earthlin'." When the alien fell to earth one fateful, it quickly slithered into Landon's home in search of a worthwhile host. It found the cowboy resting, clad in just a pair of heart-print boxers, after a hard day's work.

Its slimy form slithered into his cock, causing Landon to wake and panic as a foreign being invaded him. The possession caused Landon to climax, and the little alien quickly fell in love with its new host. Now it planned to share its beautiful new home with all its new lovers, both its sexual partners and those who would admire from a screen.

"It's me, Landon," the alien spoke with its southern accent. "Lemme make all yer dreams come true."

My Pet Wants Brains - Sergey

This thing on top of his head, this was Sergey's brain, or at least what used to be his brain. After I threw my slimy Alien pet on this Russian man's face while he was at the bench press, my Alien pet quickly crawled inside his ears and started to assimilate his Brain.

I watched as the big muscled stud convulsed on the floor. I got hard just by watching his big strong muscles flexing involuntarily as his brain was being assimilated. Glad that I found this huge Russian stud lifting alone.

After a few seconds he stood up and sat on the bench with an empty face expression.

You see, as a good pet owner, I have to feed my pet, it just happens that my pet is a parasite from another world who feeds only by assimilating It's form with human brains.

The gym is just the perfect place I found to feed him. Here there's plenty of dumb muscle heads for him to feed on, and It's not like they use those tiny brains anyway.

"Mooore" Sergey murmured with a zombie like voice.

"Sorry buddy, but that's enough for today, let's go home now"

"Mooore...I want mooore" His eyes then rolled back and a pink slime creature crawled out of his ears and got on top of Sergey's head.

"Get inside his head right now before someone sees you!"

"No! More first, then obey!" he shouted with Sergey's deep intimidating voice. I looked around worriedly, his booming voice could attract unwanted attention, gladly, the gym was empty at this time of night.

Ok, I will not accept this kind of disrespect, I'm his owner and he should obey me. I needed to show him he didn't intimidate me even if he was inside a big muscle hunk.

"Goober, No! Bad boy! You're being a bad boy, get inside his head right now!"

I knew he didin't liked to be called a bad boy, he seemed to understand and got inside Sergei's head.

He then looked at me with Sergey's pleading eyes.

"Goober sorry for being bad boy" He said softly now.

I just rolled my eyes. I couldn't get mad at a face like that. I patted his head like a dog and smiled at him.

"Fine, let's see if we can find another hunk for you." Having two hunks to play tonight wouldn't be a bad Idea after all.

Alien On The A-List - Ross Lynch Takeover

A vibrant, bustling crowd filled the arena, their excitement palpable as they eagerly awaited the arrival of their beloved idol, Ross Lynch. A particular individual within the crowd stood out, one of the few men among the majority female crowd, his heart racing and his palms sweaty not just from the energy in the crowd but from something more personal. His gaze never left the entrance, his eyes fixed awaiting for the man who had stolen his heart. The fan was obviously gay, horny and had a huge crush on Ross Lynch, the star and singer of the band. He had been following his idol's every move for years, attending concerts and collecting the tickets. Little did he know that fate would soon intervene in the form of a tiny, alien creature he would find that day.

The fan had been in many concerts before, but this particular place was an odd choice to host one, it was just too far away from the city and there was an old legend about the place, they say it used to be a military base where they would keep captured Aliens, but it was closed many years ago for mysterious reasons.

As the lights flickered and loud music began to play, the fans erupted into deafening cheers, their screams echoing through the arena. Ross Lynch finally emerged on stage, his charisma and charm immediately taking hold of the audience.

The gay fan felt a surge of happiness and desire course through his veins. He could only dream of having a chance with Ross, of somehow making contact with the object of his affection, but he knew it was impossible, he was just one gay fan among a crowd of four thousand people.

"Down here" The fan heard a voice say, he looked around confused, but everyone else was just enjoying the show. "No, down here! look to the ground" the voice spoke again.

And then, during this chaotic moment, he spotted it: a tiny, transparent, Alien humanoid, fighting not to be stomped by the crazy crowd.

Without hesitation, he picked it up, not realizing the significance of what he had just discovered. It was an alien creature, and it was about to change his life forever.

The alien and the fan started communicating through telepathy. The tiny creature explained that it was hibernating under the ground for decades and had just woken up but due to the loud music above. The Alien was very angry about being woken by the loud music and the singing voice of this human named "Ross Lynch" The Alien was trying now to find a new host to take over, but he almost got trampled by all those people, if it wasn't for the fan, he would have. The alien also seemed to understand the fan's infatuation with Ross Lynch and promised to help him get closer to his idol, but with one condition.

"My species feeds on human emotions, but Desire is the tastiest and sweetest human emotion, it makes us very strong. And you, human...you are full of it, I could feel your desire from miles away, and it is delicious. I just woke up from my hibernation, that means i'm starving, that's why I want to offer you a deal, I will make your dream come true by taking over the source of your desire, and all you have to do is just keep desiring him"

As the concert drew to a close, the fan devised a plan. They would do it during the meet-and-greet session that would happen after the concert.

Finally, the moment arrived. The fan waited in line, his heart pounding with anticipation and fear. When it was his turn, he stepped forward...

_________________________

Ross Lynch was in the middle of another exhausting meet and greet, signing autographs and taking selfies with his adoring fans. One particular fan, a young man who had been waiting in line for hours, approached the star with a box of chocolates and a tiny, plastic alien toy. As he kindly accepted the gift, the alien toy came to life and jumped right inside his mouth. The Alien's true form was gelatinous and slimy, so it was easy to slide inside.

Ross, feeling a foreign object in his throat, began to cough uncontrollably. The crowd around him grew silent, watching in horror as their idol choked on what appeared to be a tiny plastic toy. As he finally caught his breath, his eyes rolled back and his head went limp. The alien had made its way down his throat and into his brain, taking full control of his body.

Suddendly his white eyes went back to normal, and he glared at the scared fan. The security guards moved in to restrain the fan. But before they could touch him, Ross spoke: "Let him through." The guards hesitated, exchanging nervous glances, but eventually parted to let the gay fan approach him. As he stepped closer, a wicked grin spread across Ross's face.

"I've heard from a tiny Alien that you are a big fan of mine, is this true?"

The fan was speacheless, he tried to talk, to say yes!, to say he's been a huge fan for years, but no words came out, he was just too nervous to speak with his Idol. Ross just chuckled and turned to his staff members.

"End the meet and greet session, I'm done for today" Ross said to his staff. The possessed star then took the fan's hand and led him to the backrooms, away from the prying eyes of the crowd. The fan could barely believe this was really happening and he started to imagine what would happen next.

"That's it, keep imagining all the dirty things I'm gonna do to you" Ross told him.

The fan then continued imagining different hot scenarios of him alone with Ross. Ross just closed his eyes and started to moan while telepathically viewing all the things his horny gay fan was thinking about him. "Uuugghhhhh...fuck yes, I'm totally doing that...and that as well... Hmmm this looks hot!"

The fan was terrified but also strangely aroused by Ross's newfound dominance, he could only nod in agreement. Ross leaned in close, their breath mingling, and he whispered: "We are going to have toons of fun with this host." The possessed Ross Lynch then turned around, marching back to the halls.

They finally arrived at Ross's private dressing room, with the door closed Ross turned to face his fan. "Now," he smirked, "you're going to see what happens when you try to fuck with the wrong person."

With that, he pushed the fan roughly against the wall, taking off his white sweaty tank top and then throwing the shirt to the fan. "Sniff it" Ross ordered and the fan obeyed. Ross smirked as he watched.

"Good boy, I see you like my smell" he purred, before roughly shoving the fan's face into his sweaty armpit. "Suck it." he commanded. "It was what you wanted all this time wasn't it?"

The fan, overcome with a mixture of fear and lust, obeyed, wrapping his lips around Ross's sweaty armpit and sucking greedily. Hours of non-stop singing and dancing had left his body completely covered in sweat.

Meanwhile, inside Ross's brain, the alien creature was having the time of its life, reveling in the power it now wielded over its new host. It sent a wave of desire coursing through Ross's veins, and as he felt the fan's tongue lapping at his host's sweaty armpit, he could no longer contain himself. Grinning wickedly, he spun the stunned fan around and pinned him against the wall again, their bodies pressed tightly together. "Now," he growled, "it's time for you to see what I really want." And with that, he slid his hands down the fan's pants, grabbing his aroused member in his hand. As the two of them finally gave in to their desires, the possessed Ross Lynch and his adoring fan started to kiss, the fan forgot about the world outside the dressing room, lost in the throes of passion.

After the 8 minutes long french kiss, Ross ordered the fan to kneel before him, and the fan obeyed without hesitation, his heart racing with a mixture of fear and arousal. Ross Lynch placed a hand on the fan's head, pushing him towards his bulge roughly, and the fan felt Ross's hard boner inside his pants. "You're mine now," Ross growled, his voice deep and commanding. "This host belong to me, and you belong to this Host!"

The fan could feel Ross Lynch's erection pressing against his face, and he knew that he was going to get what he had always wanted. Ross Lynch grabbed the fan roughly by the hair, pulling his head back, and the fan gazed up into the intense, alien-possessed eyes of his idol. "You're going to worship my body, my sweat, my everything," Ross commanded. "And when I'm done with you, you're going to beg for more." The tiny alien within Ross Lynch's body was relentless, driving him to take control and dominate the situation, and the fan couldn't help but submit to the tough alpha persona the Alien was adopting.

Ross guided the fan's hands to his armpits while the fan licked his hard sweaty abs "Yeeees," Ross hissed, "that's it. Taste me, boy"

As their bodies moved together in a frenzy of lust, Ross Lynch reached down and started to unbuckle his belt.

After dropping the jeans to his ankles, Ross grabbed the fan's hand and guided it to his exposed, hardened flesh. The fan's fingers trembled as they wrapped around Ross's length, feeling the heat and the power that emanated from it. "That's it," Ross growled, "stroking your god. Show me how much you want me." And with that, Ross Lynch began to thrust against the fan's hand, his hips moving in a powerful rhythm that drove the fan to the brink of ecstasy.

The fan could feel Ross Lynch's breath hot against his ear, his words sending shivers down his spine. "This is what you always dreamed of," Ross whispered, "and I'm going to make sure you remember this for the rest of your life." And with that, Ross leaned down, capturing the fan's lips in a brutal kiss, their tongues clashing together as they exchanged their saliva.

As their hot passionate encounter came to a climax, Ross Lynch let out a primal roar, his body tense and shuddering as he released his seed deep into the fan's hand. The fan felt a wave of heat and pleasure wash over him as he came as well, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. And when it was over, Ross leaned back on a chair, catching his breath, his chest heaving as he looked down at the fan sprawled beneath him. The fan watched in awe as Ross's softening member pulsated every few seconds, he also could see the alien still glowing brightly within Ross's eye, its presence both terrifying and thrilling all at once.

"So? How did you like it? I tried to recreate exactly the fantasy I saw in his mind." Ross said, a smile curling the corners of his lips. "It looks like this whole experience left you speechless, I understand, you need time to recover" He laughed, and with that, he leaned down once more, kissing the fan softly on the forehead, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. "Thank you for feeding me, I'm full now"

The fan stayed on the floor, he just smiled and looked down to his cum covered hand, he couldn't help but wonder what other more adventures they would share together.

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"This is our destiny" Ross sang to the loud crowd.

Four days had passed after the take over, and Ross was already singing at another concert as he was still on tour. The fan was now sitting in the front and exclusive row, which allowed the fan a perfect, up-close view of Ross's fit, sweaty body. For a few moments while he was singing, Ross would look, wink and point at this particular fan. For some people it even seemed that Ross was singing only for him.

Five Aliens On Board Of Hunks

As the plane hurtled through the air, Victor woke up from his nap. It was early morning, and most passengers were still asleep. Glancing at the time on his phone, he realized there were still three more hours left until landing.

Victor then grabbed the airsick bag that he kept on his side the whole flight. "Hey guys, there's still three more hours left, are you guys doing...ok?" he whispered to the bag, but his heart almost stopped when he noticed that his five tiny alien bugs were nowhere to be found. "Fuck..." Victor sighed. He hated how stubborn they were, he told them not to get out of the airsick bag.

The plane lurched, sending a jolt of panic through his gut. He knew they could get into all sorts of trouble without his supervision. Standing up, he left his seat. The other passengers, oblivious to his urgency, continued to sleep or watch movies. Victor scanned the cabin, his eyes darting from one row to the next, searching for any sign of his tiny alien friends.

Until he saw this huge and muscular blond hunk, he was staring at Victor and then gave him a flex.

The man's biceps were huge, his muscles were straining against his tight white shirt. But it was the mischievous glint in his eye that gave him away. Victor recognized that look anywhere. It was the same look his alien bugs got everytime they were possessing someone.

Victor looked at the hunk's girlfriend sleeping on his side, and with renewed courage, he crossed the aisle, his heart hammering in his chest. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the sexy hunk. A smile crept onto his face as he leaned in closer, unable to resist the temptation to touch those biceps. His fingers brushed against the man's hard muscles.

"Which one of you is inside his brain?"

"It's Yinx" The man responded.

"You've been a bad boy, Yinx" Victor whispered not to wake the hunk's girlfriend, his voice barely audible over the drone of the engines. "I gave the five of you strict orders not to get out."

The hunk, or rather, Yinx in the hunk's body, chuckled softly. "Oh, really? You're not going to make me get out of him, are you?" The man said, flexing his arm, making his biceps bulge even more. "Because I was having so much fun here." then his big manly hand drifted lower, caressing his abs under the white shirt.

Victor bit his lip, he loved how Yinx acted when possessing a man. "Well, I suppose I could let you stay inside him, after all, you've already made a hole inside this hunk's brain," Victor said with a grin. "but only if you promise to be a good boy from now on and don't get out of my sight again"

The blond hunk nodded eagerly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Deal." With that, they leaned in closer and shared a brief, passionate kiss.

Around them, the other passengers continued to sleep or watch their movies, oblivious to their intimate moment.

With a sly wink, the hunk gestured for Victor to follow him as he stood up and walked confidently toward the bathroom. Victor hesitated for a moment, glancing nervously at the sleeping passengers before quickly following after.

The two of them disappeared into the cramped bathroom, the door closing with a soft click. The sound of the plane's engines seemed to fade away, leaving them in their own private bubble. The hunk turned to face Victor, his gaze intense as he leaned against the sink. "So," he purred, looking down to his own body, "what do you want to do with him?"

Victor's heart raced as he approached Yinx's host. He then helped the hunk to take off his shirt, revealing a smooth, muscular body beneath. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the hunk's muscular chest before trailing his fingers downward, unhooking the hunk's pants. He pushed them down and the hunk stepped out, for last Victor pulled down the hunk's underwear, freeing his impressive and thick erection. Victor gazed at it, feeling a mixture of awe and desire. He knelt down before Yinx's host, taking the thick shaft into his hands and marveling at its size. He then wrapped his lips around the tip, tasting the salty precum on his tongue as he began to stroke up and down.

Yinx couldn't stop his host from moaning and his host had a very loud and deep voice. Afraid of being exposed, Victor grabbed the man's white underwear from the floor and stuffed it into the man's mouth, muffling his moans.

He then went back on working on the man's shaft. The man threw his head back as Victor worked him expertly. The hunk's hips began to buck forward burying his thick shaft even deeper into Victor's throat. The bathroom was small, but they didn't seem to care as they lost themselves in the pleasure of the moment.

Victor could feel the head of the host's cock brushing against the back of his throat, and starting spurting loads of cum down his throat.

Two minutes later they both walked out of the bathroom — One at a time to not arouse suspicion. Yinx's host went back to his seat, his girlfriend had already woken up. "You missed me babe?" Victor heard the hunk playfully ask his girlfriend as he kissed her.

As Victor passed by the couple, the hunk gave him a wink and grabbed his bulge.

Victor then went to search for the other aliens, but there were so many people on the plane that it would take forever to find the rest of the bugs, that was until Victor noticed a man shaking and squirming on a seat. Victor found the man really hot, he was wearing a blue tank top that showed some of his hairy chest. The man had his head turned back and swaying from side to side, Victor knew well what that meant, that was a man with an alien insect crawling its way inside his brain.

The man stopped squirming and then smirked at Victor, pulling his tank top and showing him his nipple.

"Hi Master, It's me Echo In control. I picked this one because I know how much Master like a daddy host, this one here has his wife and children sleeping in a near seat" The man spoke, with a deep baritone voice. "Wanna play with these bad boys in the bathroom, Master?"

Victor gulped and just nodded. Once inside the tight bathroom, the man lifted his tank top to behind his neck, exposing his big hairy pecs.

"C'mon, don't be shy, Master. He's only an empty brainless host now, you know he's not gonna judge you. Now go on, suck on this Daddy's tits, I wanna feel your slutty lips sucking on them"

He didn't need to be asked again, Victor was soon taking the hard nipples of the host into his mouth, sucking gently as he stroked the man's growing bulge, and then... he bit one of the nipples.

"Ouch Master!" The man shouted.

"This is for disobeying me." Victor joked. "Now tell me more about this daddy" Victor commanded still nibbling on the man's nipples.

"He was on a...uuurgghhrr... family trip with his wife and children... aarrghh... but now all he cares about is that you have fun with his sexy body" He said flexing each pec at a time. It was too much for Victor.

"Kneel, I want to cum on his chest" Victor ordered.

Echo obeyed his Master and made the hunk kneel in front of him. Victor's strokes intensified and he soon began covering the man's chest with his load, some even landed on the handsome bearded man's face.

"You haven't cum yet, when I twist both his nipples I want you to make your host shoot his load on his hands, you will catch every drop on his hands then I want to see you spread it on his hairy pecs"

"Yes Master"

After a few minutes the man walked out of the bathroom with his nipples red and his chest covered in both his and Victor's cum.

As Victor was back to look for the others, he saw one of them — A black tiny bug crawling on the floor, he tried to follow it but it was too fast. He watched as it crawled under the seat of a sleeping hunk, then he saw it crawling on the man's sholder towards his ear.

He could have stopped it, saved the man of a fate as a brainless host puppet... but he decided not to, how could he? The man was so freaking hot, and he looked even more hot as he started to shake. The man trashed his head back, displaying the veins in his thick muscular neck as his eyes rolled back.

After a few seconds the man went back to "normal" and looked at his arms like it was the first time he was seeing them.

"Wow, look at these veins, this host sure is a bodybuilder" The man said, with a strong Arabic accent.

"What do you think? Do you like my new muscles, Master?" The man then squeezed his own balls through the shorts "His balls are full, I wonder how tasty his man milk is"

Victor then knew right there which of the five bugs was: Grus, he was addicted to cum.

"I really like this host, who is him?" Victor asked taking the empty seat.

The man took a moment to respond and his eyes rolled back for a few seconds as Grus searched for the information.

"He's a bodybuilder from the middle east... a womanizer... wow, this guy really loves pussy... and he is very agressive too"

"Then I'm lucky that you control this pile of muscles now, I just now he would have killed me If I ever did this..." Victor said putting his hand inside the bodybuilder's shorts and grabbing the Arab's massive thick shaft. Victor looked around to make sure no one was looking, when he saw that no one was paying attention to them, he started to stroke the bodybuilder's thick brown cock.

The man let out a deep moan as he started to cum inside his shorts.

"Sshhhhh...Shut your host's mouth please." Victor whispered, his hand was still wrapped around the shaft as it pulsed with every shoot.

The man's muscles bulged and tensed as he tried his best not to moan. Then after his orgasm stopped, the bodybuilder sighed and looked at Victor with a dumb smirk. Victor took his hand out of the man's shorts and looked at his fingers now covered in cum.

"Lick it clean" Victor ordered. The bodybuilder gently took Victor's hand and started to lick his finger clean. "Look at me and make a slutty face while doing it"

Watching that burly manly man licking his fingers clean while looking at him with such needy eyes almost made Victor shoot his own load.

"How does he taste?"

"Fucking delicious." The man responded smirking.

Victor already found three of the bugs, now there was only two left.

He continued looking for them, until he saw a female flight attendant walking towards him. Victor was scared, had he been reported for public indecency by some passenger?

"Are you Victor Sanchez?" she asked. Victor nervously nodded.

"Come with me, please. There's someone in first class that wishes to speak with you. He says it's urgent"

Victor then followed the flight attendant to the first class, she brought him to a seat where this man with the most huge arms he had ever seen was sitting.

"Thank you darling." The man spoke to the attendant, winking at her. She smiled and walked away.

Then the man crossed his arms and fussed, giving Victor a stern look — Victor knew right then which bug was controlling that man; only Sylo was this grumpy.

"You know how boring it is to be inside that small bag for hours? We are not animals you know?" The man said, he then flexed his huge arms and looked at them with a proud look "We prefer to be inside a bag of muscles. And I know you like it as well, Master. How many times you had ordered us to pierce our way through random hunk's brains just so you could have a way with them? We are grateful that you saved us when our egg crashed on Earth, but we would also like to be treated as more than some mere pets"

Victor sighed. Sylo was right, he should stop treating his alien friends like his pets.

"I'm sorry. I will take this into consideration the next time we travel. It's really not fair for you guys to spend the whole flight inside a small sickbag"

The man's stern look softened.

"Apologies accepted, Master" the man said smirking, leaning foward and kissing Victor passionately. The man's two big strong hands grabbed at Victor's neck and he felt the man's strong wet tongue shoving inside his mouth as their tongues played with each other.

Suddendly Victor got a message from an unknow number. They both stopped their make out session, and as Victor opened the message he saw a photo of a handsome man lifting his shirt inside the airplane bathroom.

"I'm waiting for you in the bathroom, Master" Said the text.

There was only one bug left, and it was Quin.

"I have to go check on your brother Quin" Victor said to Sylo. He walked to the bathroom and knocked, the door opened almost instantly and the heartthrob inside grabbed Victor by the shirt and pulled him inside, closing the door.

"Master, I need your help! This host is so freaking horny!"

"And hot" Victor added.

"I know you would like him. He Is a football player and he was going to visit his girlfriend after two months away on a football trip. He was really looking forward to getting laid tonight."

"Well, then let's not ruin his plans, let's just change it a little. Instead of fucking his girlfriend, I want him to fuck me." Victor said pushing down the man's pants and reveiling a long and hard cock with big heavy balls.

He wanted to feel the studly hunk inside him. So he pushed the stud to the toilet seat, and positioned himself turned forwards over the man's legs, as he felt the head pressing against his entrance he started lowering himself down. The man's hands gripped his hips tightly, helping him to guide himself onto the huge member. There was a brief moment of stretching pain as Victor's body adjusted to the size of the football player, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure that coursed through him as the alien controlled stud began to thrust upwards.

Their bodies slapped together, the sounds of their passion filling the small bathroom. Victor arched his back, digging his fingers into the muscular flesh of the host's shoulders as he felt the thick cock inside him move deeper with each thrust.

The host's breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes rolled back into his head as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside Victor. Their hips moved in perfect harmony, each stroke driving the other toward climax.

He gripped the shoulders tighter as he tried to hold on to the feeling. The host's breath hitched in his throat, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, his hips bucked wildly.

Victor felt the familiar tightening in his gut, the telltale signs that he was close. He arched his back, pressing his ass harder against the host. As his orgasm built, he could feel the muscles in his lower belly tensing, preparing to unleash a torrent of cum. The alien followed suit, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he neared the edge. His cock throbbed inside Victor, a sign he was also close.

Victor, already worried about the moaning of the host, decided to do the same thing he did with the first host and shoved the man's own used white underwear inside his mouth.

And then Victor's orgasm crashed over him like a wave, his body shuddering with pleasure as hot cum spilled down the man's hard abs. The host cried out, his cock pulsing deep inside Victor as he came as well, his moans comming muffled.

Their bodies relaxed, their breath coming in ragged gasps as Victor collapsed against the man's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath his ear. He traced idle patterns on the man's abs, enjoying the feeling of their skin pressed together. Their eyes met, and they shared a soft, contented smile.

With a sigh, Victor's hand reached up, gently pulling out the underwear from the man's mouth.

"You know," Victor said, his voice still rough with emotion, "we should probably get back to our seats. I want you to call his girlfriend, tell her he won't make it, her boyfriend have more important things to do now."

Five Alien Hosts: Adventures In Italy (Part 1) - Vacation

(This series is a Sequel of "Five Aliens On Board Of Hunks". So before diving into this story, I recommend reading its prequel. Although this chapter still works on its own. Enjoy it.)

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Victor and the five alien controlled hunks landed in Italy, they were now at the airport waiting for Victor's next orders.

"So, what's the plan, Master? I've already canceled all my host's meetings for the week, just like you asked me." Sylo, the alien bug inside the man's brain, said.

Victor sighed and sat in front of him. He ran his hand through his hair as he analyzed the situation they were in. "I'm still thinking about it. The plan was to release all five of you once we arrived at the resort. Then, you guys would take over some of the hot Italian guests there. But I wasn't expecting the five of you to disobey my orders and take over these five hunks on the plane..."

"Do Master wish for us to abandon our hosts?" Sylo asked.

"No, I really like the bodies you guys picked. Specially yours... don't tell your brothers but your host is my favorite. I like that you went straight for the business class for the prime meat. What is his name by the way? We should use the host's names while in public"

"His name is Alexander"

"Where was he going?"

"He was going to a business meeting here in Italy. He's quite a busy and important man. His dad owned an internacional car exporter company and of course Alexander here is now the CEO of the company"

"Interesting, having a rich host might be helpful"

Victor and Sylo's attention suddenly turned to a muscular Arab man near them: It was Grus's bodybuilder host. He was screaming to someone on the phone, he seemed very angry "Yes, that's right! I will not attend the bodybuilding competition this year... I know I said I would be there... I don't have to explain why... fuck the contracts, I want you to shove them up your ass!" He shouted hanging up the call.

"Grus really knows how to imitate the personalities of his hosts" Sylo commented.

Near the angry bodybuilder was Quin's footballer host, the football player was with his girlfriend, who was waiting for him at the airport, but now it looked like they were having a heated discussion. The couple was finally going to reunite after two months apart, well, that was before one of Victor's alien bugs crawled inside the stud's brain and took over his hot body.

"What do you mean you are travelling again? I waited for you for two months! You said you would focus on our relationship once you were back"

"I have more important things to do now" He said in a flat tone.

"More important than our relationship? What's wrong with you?" The woman shouted and pushed Quin's host. "That's it, It's over for us!" She shouted storming away. The handsome blond athlete continued standing with a blank face expression, as if his girlfriend of five years hadn't just ended their relationship. He then turned to look at Victor with his blank face and smirked, giving Victor a thumbs up.

Victor then looked at Echo's Daddy host sitting on a near seat with his wife and children. While Yinx's host was talking with the host's girlfriend, she was confused as why her boyfriend had decided not to visit her parents anymore.

Those five men boarded the plane with different plans for themselves and their loved ones. Now, they were nothing but husks for the tiny alien bugs to control. The aliens were now the ones on board their bodies, and it was now up to Victor to create a new plan for all of them. Victor then turned to Alexander.

"Only Echo's daddy host was already going to the same resort as me, all the other hosts had different plans." Victor said.

"Why don't we all go together to the resort, Master? All our hosts have canceled their appointments as you ordered, our hosts are now free of any human burden."

"But you guys don't have reservations, I only made one reservation for myself"

"You don't have to worry about that, Master. My host is a millionarie, he's the CEO of an internacional car company. He's so rich that I could rent the entire resort if I wanted. I'm sure I could arrange five reservations for him and my brothers's hosts"

"This sounds like a good plan. Connect me to the others, please" Victor ordered.

Alexander then closed his eyes and pressed his fingers on his temples for a few seconds. Victor watched as the other four hosts stopped moving to receive the mental signal. This was one of the bugs' abilities: They were able to communicate telepathically to each other. They all shared the same mental link and could communicate as long as they weren't too far away from one another.

"They are hearing you Master" Sylo's host spoke with his eyes white rolling back. Victor leaned closer to him.

"Ok, listen to me, guys. We are still going to the resort as it was the original plan, only now you will go into your new hosts. You guys know the rules..." Victor said, and Sylo passed the message to the others like a group call.

"Yes Master, while inside a host we must take their Identity as well" Alexander responded for the five of them.

"That's right, unless we are in private that you guys can stop acting like them. Now let's go, this vacation is not only for me but for you guys too. After helping me fuck with every hot guy that I wanted for the past year, you guys deserve a break"

"Thank you, Master" Sylo responded for the five of the alien bugs.

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The next day, Victor and the five alien hosts were enjoying the Saturday morning at one of the most expensive resorts in Italy. Sylo used his host's money to pay for all the expenses, and to get the best rooms.

Victor was sharing a room with Sylo's host, Alexander.

Echo's daddy host — whose name was David — was sharing a room with his family.

Yinx's host was sharing a room with his girlfriend, who was still mad at him for changing their plans of meeting with her parents to spending a weekend at the resort.

Quin's footballer host and Grus's bodybuilder host were sharing a room together as the bodybuilder was single and the football player had just ended his long term relationship at the airport.

The night before, while Alexander was fucking Victor on their bed, Victor commanded Sylo to connect his mind with his brothers, so all the hosts could feel what Alexander was feeling. In the next room, Yinx's was fucking his host's girlfriend. In another, Quin's footballer host was getting a blowjob from Grus's bodybuilder host.

When Alexander came inside Victor, Sylo sent a powerful orgasmic signal towards every single one of the four hosts in the other rooms, in which all came together at the same time.

Victor woke up to an empty bed, Alexander wasn't in the room anymore. Victor, still lying on the bed stared at the ceiling and started to smile as he remembered all the fun he had the night before. Victor fell asleep with Alexander's hard cock buried deep inside him. Victor grunted in disappointment, he wanted to start the day with a morning fuck, so where the hell was Sylo with his hot host? He grabbed his phone on the nightstand and saw a message from Alexander.

"Good morning, Master. I'm having breakfast at the restaurant near the coast. I didn't want to wake you up so I went alone"

Victor quickly put his clothes on, and on his way to meeting with Alexander, he saw David—Echo's host—relaxing on a chair with his family. Victor passed by and admired the dad in black speedos." He couldn't believe that just a day before he was cumming on those hairy pecs in the airplane bathroom.

David grinned at Victor and unpretentiously adjusted his bulge, only Victor knew it was very much Intentional, Echo was trying to tease Victor with his new sexy Daddy host. Victor then spotted Alexander sitting at a table alone, and walked to him.

"Why don't you two just fuck each other right there in front of everyone?" Alexander joked, the restaurant area had a clear view of David.

"God, I wish I could. You guys picked the most hottest men on that plane." Victor said sitting on his side, then he took Alexander's glass of orange juice and took a sip, just for fun he spat inside and handed the glass back to Alexander, who smiled.

"You taught us how to pick the best human males."

"I sure did. I'm so lucky to have you guys in my life. These men wouldn't give me the light of the day if it wasn't for literal aliens taking over their brains."

They both laughed, then Alexander gulped down the juice. "You're right, Master. Alexander would only fuck female models. You would never be on his dating pool, but you don't have to worry about that anymore. With us in control you're the only one that they will ever have eyes on"

David blushed.

Suddendly Alexander froze for a few seconds and his eyes rolled back.

"Is everything ok?" Victor asked. Alexander then pressed two fingers on his temple.

"I'm getting a mental link from Yinx... He wants to talk with you in private.... he's at the... hotel's gym."

"I better go see what he wants" Victor said standing up. "Won't you give me a kiss, Master?" Alexander asked pulling Victor by the shirt and planting a gentle kiss on his lips.

Victor walked to the gym, once there he saw that the place was almost empty with the exception of Yinx's host — Anthony — working out at the bicycle's area.

"Hey Master!" Yinx said, giving Victor a warm smile.

"Hey sexy. I'm seeing you're really enjoying your new muscles."

"What can I say? I love working the muscles of my hosts, there's just something very addicting about this human practice, I like the pain it causes."

"Can you give me a flex? Please?"

"Of course Master"

Victor started to sweat and a tent started to form in his shorts. It was too hot to have someone like Anthony flexing for him.

"God, I will never get used to this." Victor squeezed Anthony's biceps, then lifted one arm and sniffed on his sweaty armpit, he had a strong musk and Victor wasted no time in giving it a few licks. "So, uuummffh... Sylo said you wanted to.. mmmffhhh.. talk to me?"

"Yes, follow me, Master" They both walked to a more private area at the gym, then Anthony sat on a couch.

"Earlier I was jogging and I noticed a man following me with his car, he was taking photos of me. But when I tried to confront him, he said he knew what I was and then drove off"

"That's weird. It must have been just a gay pervert. Your new host is too hot, you will attract some creeps"

"You might be right" Anthony said looking down.

"And how are you dealing with Anthony's girlfriend?"

"She's driving me insane, Master. I fucked her last night to make her happy, while I was inside her I felt Sylo sending me an orgasmic mental link. Anthony came so fast while feeling what Sylo's host was feeling. His girlfriend thought he came for her, but he actually came for you, Master"

"Wait, are you hard right now?" Victor asked.

"No I'm not" Anthony responded, playfully covering his crotch with his manly hands.

"I think you are" Victor taunted "C'mon, show me"

Victor was shocked when Anthony uncovered his crotch, there was a dark wet patch on his pants. Yinx's made Anthony cum by just remembering the night before.

"You horny bastard"

"I can't help it, I wish it was me fucking you last night, Master. It's not fair that only Sylo can share a room with you. I would love to fuck you with my new meat"

"Aaawwnn, we can make that happen, Yinx. No need to be all jealous. I have plenty of ass for the five of you"

Suddenly, Victor felt his phone buzzing inside his pocket, so he grabbed it and saw a new message from David. It was a photo of him wearing only dark blue speedos while posing to a mirror.

"Wife is out with the kids, I'm all alone now. What do you think of coming over and having some fun? This host has so much more than just some hairy pecs, you need so see his hairy ass"

"I-I have to go now" Victor said.

Yinx's host nodded and Victor made his way to David's room, his heart raced with anticipation. He couldn't wait to have some fun with Echo's host. When he arrived at the door, he knocked softly only to realize the door was already open. David's deep voice called out, "Come in."

Victor stepped inside, taking in the sight before him. David was lying on the bed, wearing only a pair of dark blue speedos that did little to hide his impressive junk.

"Hey, David," Victor said, closing the door behind him. "Thanks for the invite." He walked over to the bed and sat down beside David, their legs brushing against each other.

"No problem, buddy," David replied with a sultry smile. "I've been looking forward to this." He reached out and ran his hand through Victor's hair, making the younger man shiver. "So, what do you want to do? I'm up to anything"

Victor leaned in closer, feeling the heat emanating from David's body. "Well," he began, "I've been thinking about that message you sent me..."

David smiled, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. "You mean about my hairy ass?" He reached down and took hold of Victor's erection, stroking it gently through his pants. Victor arched into the touch, unable to hide his desire.

"Yeah," Victor whispered, his heart racing. "I've been wanting to have more fun with you since I came on your pecs on the plane." He leaned in and kissed David, their lips meeting in a passionate exchange as Victor sucked on the married dad's tongue. Their hands moved frantically over each other's bodies.

As David took Victor's clothes off, a new idea began to form in Victor's mind. He glanced down at David's hairy chest and hard erection, and suddenly he had an image in his head. "I had an Idea" he whispered into David's ear.

David looked confused for a moment, but then Victor laid down on the bed with his hard member pointing up, and looked at David with a dirty look, who got the message right away...

"Oh fuck, yeah," Victor moaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. "That's it Echo, make this Daddy fuck himself on my cock." And with those words, the alien-controlled daddy began to fuck himself on Victor's hard cock ever harder. Victor opened his eyes to the sight of a burly hairy family dad squatting on his cock, he watched amazed as David's pecs bounced up and down with each movement. Victor grabbed each hairy pecs with his hands, sometimes he would pinch and twist the nipples. At one moment Victor even used David's nipples as a handle to guide the Daddy up and down. Soon they came together in a erotic, otherworldly union. As they reached their climaxes, waves of pleasure washed over them. Victor came inside the host, and the host came all over Victor. The room spun around them. David's breath came in ragged gasps, his hairy chest heaving as he clenched tightly around Victor's cock.

Slowly, they began to regain their composure and their breathing returning to normal. David pulled off of Victor with a satisfied sigh, his cock still hard and glistening with their shared sweat. He reached down and started to lick Victor's body clean, erasing any trace of cum.

"That was incredible," Victor whispered, his voice husky with desire "thank you, Echo." He leaned in and kissed David gently on the lips as he caressed the man's fur.

"My pleasure, Master" David replied, putting one hand behind his head "Anytime you want some more fun, you know where to find me. This brainless Daddy is yours to use."

They both shared a laugh.

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Later that day, Victor walked back into his room to find Alexander talking on the phone. He was speaking in a strange language — was it Arabic? Or Turkish? Victor couldn't tell.

"Hey, Sylo, what are you doing on the phone? I thought I said to cancel your host's meetings for the week. You should be outside having a good time in your new body" Victor said.

Alexander muttered something into the phone and then muted it. “This host is much more important than you think, Master. He can't just disappear for a week. People will start looking for him" he growled, shooting a stern look in Victor's direction. Victor couldn't help but roll his eyes. Sylo was the most stubborn of the five bugs.

"Let them. It's not like they will suspect he's just a brainless empty husk for an alien bug now. You should be relaxing, not working"

Alexander suddenly tore his shirt off and glared at Victor with a menacing expression, making it clear that he was not amused.

Victor's heart raced as he felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins. He knew Sylo was just playing pretend with his host's dominant personality, but still, seeing such a big muscular man giving him such a look would still make him sweat. Victor was still very much human.

"Why don't you use your slutty mouth to worship my muscles instead, while I'm doing real man stuff?" Alexander growled.

Victor's cheeks flushed red, but he couldn't help the surge of desire that coursed through his body. He looked at Alexander's muscles, meeting his intense gaze, and felt a strange sense of submission wash over him. Without hesitation, he sat onto Alexander's thighs and started to kiss and lick his chest, moving lower towards his hard stomach.

As he licked at the six-pack, Alexander went back to talking on the phone in a foreign language.

"Flex, please" Victor asked, and Alexander obeyed, flexing his right arm so Victor could grope and lick at the hard muscles, especially the biceps.

Victor then kneeled between Alexander's legs and unzipped his pants, fishing out the hard and thick 8 Inches member. He traced the outline of the shaft with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and taking it deep into his mouth. Alexander let out a guttural moan while still on the phone, his free hand tangling in Victor's hair as he thrusted his hips forward.

Victor reveled in the power he felt in the moment, the power of sucking off a straight rich CEO that in his normal self would never even acknowledge his existence. He worked his mouth expertly, sucking and licking until he felt Alexander's climax approach, his body tensing and shuddering beneath Victor's expert mouth.

Finally, Alexander cried out in pleasure, his hips bucking wildly as he came, filling Victor's mouth with his seed. Victor swallowed every drop, relishing the taste of his friend's host on his tongue. As the intensity of the moment began to wane, he looked up at Alexander.

"You are such a good little slut," Alexander growled, his voice still heavy with arousal. He had ended the call when he started to orgasm.

Victor couldn't help but smile up at him. He had never expected to feel this way about one host, but there was something so thrilling about being called "a good little slut" by someone like Alexander.

"Now," Alexander continued, his voice taking on a commanding tone, "I want you to sit onto the bed and wait there. I have something special planned for you"

Victor was confused, but as if on cue, the door opened and Grus's middle eastern bodybuilder host stepped inside. Loking around the room Grus's host turned to Alexander. "You sent me a signal, brother?"

Five Alien Hosts: Adventures In Italy (Part 2) - Not Alone

( 1 Year ago )

It was finally the night of the Comet Clyde, a significant event for the entire world. Everyone was looking up to the sky to contemplate the beauty of the comet, but not Victor. Victor was watching gay porn in his room, he couldn't care less about the Comet, who cares about watching a once-in-a-lifetime event, if you can watch hot men fucking instead? That's what he thought until a loud explosion came from his backyard, breaking every single window in his house.

Scared, Victor ran to see what was the cause of the explosion. When he arrived in his backyard, he stopped mid-track. There was a meteorite shaped like an egg in his backyard.

Victor slowly walked towards the egg-shaped meteorite. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Victor looked up to the sky. "It must have come from the comet," he thought. Suddenly, he heard a weird cracking noise coming from inside the egg. Victor had watched enough sci-fi movies to know there was only one explanation for that: aliens. But he just wasn't expecting what came out of the egg.

"What the..." Victor screamed and fell down in fear.

One black bug crawled out of one of the holes, then a second one, a third, a fourth, and for last, a fifth.

Victor was scared, but the bugs didn't attack him, they just stopped in front of him. Victor calmed down and slowly stretched out his hand, but before he could touch them, the bugs quickly crawled back inside the egg.

The next morning, Victor was eating breakfast while watching the news. The news — as it had been since the beginning of the year — was talking about Comet Clyde and its brief passing the night before.

"Last night, we witnessed the final passage of Comet Clyde. Although the comet was far from Earth, it still sent meteorites raining down across the globe. The countries that are confirmed to have been hit by meteorites are the United States, Italy, and Spain. It is theorized that the largest meteorite fell in Spain. No casualties have been reported. The American army is now confis-"

Victor turned off the TV and stared at the egg-shaped meteorite that he placed on his dining table. The bugs hadn't come out since the night before. He tried to feed them by putting some bread in front of the egg, but none came out. Maybe alien insects feed on something different, but what? Victor asked himself, he hoped they wouldn't feed on humans.

Suddenly he heard a loud knock on the door. When he opened it, he saw four male soldiers.

"H-hi, can I help with something?" Victor asked.

"Good morning, you're Victor Sanchez, correct?" A very good looking soldier asked. Victor nodded.

"Yes, that would be me."

"I am Sergeant Ramirez. Last night we received a report from your neighbors about an explosion coming from your house."

Victor gulped, his heart was racing, but he tried to remain calm. "An explosion? I didn't hear anything last night, s-sir."

The soldiers looked suspicious at Victor, he was never a great liar.

"Can we come in for a second?"

Victor nodded and allowed the soldiers to walk inside his house.

"Could someone explain to me exactly what's happening here?" Victor asked as the soldiers began searching his house.

"Last night, this part of the city was struck by debris from Comet Clyde. The government has ordered the Army to collect and hand over every meteorite found. It's a matter of public safety."

"Well, if a meteorite crashed in my house, I would know it, right?" Victor said in a joking manner, but inside he was very nervous.

"Yes, I guess you would..." Sergeant Ramirez then noticed the broken windows. "What happened to the windows?"

"I... I don't-"

"Sergeant, I think you'll want to check this out," another one of the soldiers said, pointing at the meteorite on the table. Victor cursed at himself; he forgot to hide the damn egg. Sergeant Ramirez raised an eyebrow and looked at Victor.

"Oooh... umm, this? This is just a house d-decoration! Please don't touch it, It's very expensive!" Victor said rushing to the table and grabbing the egg.

"The Captain said something about an egg-shaped debris, didn't he?" Another soldier pointed out.

"He did." Ramirez responded, walking towards Victor, "Sorry, we will have to confiscate this."

"No! You can't!" Victor shouted, hugging the egg tighter, he couldn't let them take it, the things they would do to those poor bugs... Victor would never forgive himself.

"We are not asking, we got orders to follow. The government's gonna compensate you for this. So, either you cooperate or we'll have to take you in."

Victor got angry and in a quick decision, he threw the egg to the floor, breaking it in half. Four bugs immediately crawled out of the broken egg and went toward the soldiers, the tiny bugs were so fast that the soldiers didn't even have time to react. One soldier attempted to reach for his gun, but before he could aim it at the bug, it swiftly crawled under his uniform pants and headed toward his head. Each bug targeted a soldier and forced its way into their ears.

The four soldiers collapsed to the floor, and one by one, they began convulsing with their eyes rolling back to white. Suddenly, all four soldiers stood up with blank faces and empty eyes, Sergeant Ramirez pulled his pants down and started to jerk off, while the other three soldiers kneeled in front of him. Victor watched as Sergeant Ramirez jerked his big shaft right on his colleagues' blank faces.

"What is happening here?" Victor asked, but Ramirez just continued mindlessly jerking off.

Soon he started to cum and the three kneeling soldiers started to eagerly lick every drop. It looked like the bugs were consuming it. So that's what the bugs feed on, Victor thought. Sergeant Ramirez remained motionless during the entire time, with his hard dick pointing up, still pulsing and dripping cum. Sergeant Ramirez then looked at Victor with his dead eyes. "Follow him." He said, pointing to the broken egg on the floor.

Victor then noticed there was still one bug left inside the egg—the fifth bug. Victor was scared that the remaining bug would do to him what the others did with the soldiers, but the bug just crawled out of the egg and went towards the door. Victor followed the bug outside until he saw the bug crawl inside the military armored vehicle that was parked in front of his house. The bug easily crawled under the car and disappeared.

A few seconds later Victor started to hear some male grunting and weird sounds coming from inside the car, and suddenly, the vehicle's door opened. Inside was the Captain of the operation: A very hot, muscular, and intimidating man.

"Get in." The man commanded, he had such a deep voice that Victor obeyed without thinking twice.

"Hello, Victor. It's good to finally be able to communicate with you." The man said.

"I know you're the bug controlling this man, but..." Victor looked at the man's huge tattooed arm, he could tear Victor in half with those arms. "is this safe?"

"I'm in control of this human now. The changes that I made in his brain are irreversible, you don't have to fear him anymore. He's my host now."

"Your host?? What happened to the real him?"

"He was gone the moment I pierced my way inside his brain. Let's put it that way: I turned him into my vehicle and I'm the only one who can drive him."

"Ok, so I'm safe from him but... Am I safe from you?"

"Yes. We didn't crash into your backyard by accident, you have been chosen by us to be our Master. We felt your energy from afar and from all the humans in this city, your desire for control was the strongest of all. We knew you wouldn't find a problem in letting us take over your kind, so we directed the egg to you."

Victor remembered he was watching gay porn when the egg crashed in his backyard, could it be related? Was his desire for the men in the porn the reason that attracted the bugs to him? He had so many questions.

"You need control and we need a controller. You're special because you don't care about them, in fact, you get aroused by it," The Captain smirked and caressed Victor's hard tent. Victor nervously laughed.

"Does this host arouse you?" The Captain flexed both his arms. Victor shyly nodded. The alien-controlled Captain placed his big hand behind Victor's head and pulled him for a rough kiss. They shared a long passionate kiss, with the Captain's big tongue dominating the kiss the entire time. Victor then started to feel the Captain's grip on his neck getting tighter. The Captain stopped the kiss while maintaining a tight grip, he smirked at Victor and said "You will be the perfect Master for us." He then spat on Victor's face and released him, leaving Victor speechless.

"Oh c'mon, I know you like it. Let's get inside, I will properly introduce you to my brothers."

Victor followed the Captain back inside his house. The four soldiers were now casually talking to each other with their deflated dicks hanging out of their flies. When they saw Victor, they dropped to their knees. "We are here to serve you. Master." They all said in unison. Victor looked at the four soldiers kneeling in his living room, they all had their tongues hanging out for some reason.

The Captain suddenly pulled down his pants and started to casually jerk off his huge shaft. Victor was amazed by the size of it. The Captain walked towards one of the soldiers and aimed the tip of the shaft at the soldier's mouth, but before shoving it inside, he looked at Victor with his empty blank eyes.

"My brothers are still hungry, will you help me feed them? I don't think this host has enough to feed them all."

Victor grinned and walked towards Sergeant Ramirez.

"Feed me, Master," he begged.

Victor didn't like the way Ramirez talked to him earlier and how he tried to take the egg from him, Victor would enjoy this part very much. Ramirez took his entire length into his throat like an expert. Victor moaned loudly and grabbed each side of Ramirez's head as he started to get hough. He looked to his side and saw the Captain doing the same with another soldier. Victor couldn't hold it any longer and started to shoot.

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( Present Days )

Victor woke up with a warm mouth wrapping around his member, he pulled the covers to reveal Grus's bodybuilder host under the sheets with his entire length inside his mouth. The bodybuilder stopped sucking and gave him a sexy smile.

"Good morning, Master," He said, giving the shaft a few kisses.

"Good morning... Grus." Victor moaned. "You know how to wake me up appropriately. After last night, you must be starving. Here, take your reward." Victor said, grabbing the bodybuilder by the hair and starting to thrust deeper into his throat. Victor moaned louder and finally gave Grus's what he wanted, filling the host's mouth with his cum. But the bodybuilder didn't swallow, he suddenly froze and his eyes rolled back as Grus crawled out of his brain and to his mouth, consuming the small pool of cum inside. As Victor waited for Grus to eat, he noticed that Alexander (Sylo's host) was not in the room with them.

The night before, Sylo had called Grus to Victor's room. They spent the night having fun with each other. Victor jerked off while he watched Alexander fuck the bodybuilder, who was on all fours moaning like a slut. Victor loved seeing two brainless hunks fucking each other right in front of him, it was like watching gay porn but now he could participate. Soon Victor was being spit-roasted with the bodybuilder's thick brown cock inside his mouth and Alexander's huge cock filling his ass. He passed out after he came.

"Where is Sylo?" Victor asked.

Grus had now crawled back inside the bodybuilder's brain and walked to the window.

"Sylo is sunbathing outside. He said Alexander would look good with a tan."

"And you? Do you have plans for..." Victor stopped talking, as he came to realize he didn't knew Grus's host name. "I just realized that I never asked your host's name, how is he called?"

"I'm offended Master," Grus joked. "His name is Ahmed."

"I'm sorry," Victor laughed. "It's hard to memorize all of their names, I don't care about their names or who they used to be, I only care about their bodies. Usually, I like to refer to them by their profession, like the mailman, the delivery man, the bodybuilder..."

"Yet you know Sylo's host name, you don't call him 'The CEO' you call him by Alexander. Is my host not hot enough for you, Master?" He asked, doing a double biceps pose.

"Don't be like that, I love your host very much. Didn't I already prove it to you last night?"

"I don't believe you, I think you like Sylo's host better. You don't appreciate me enough, I should go find another gay slut to give this body the attention it deserves." Grus joked, making Ahmed flex again for Victor.

"You're acting just like Yinx, yesterday he was all jealous that I was sharing a room with Sylo."

They shared a laugh.

"I'm going to shower him, Master, Ahmed is all sticky from last night, do you want to join? I will let you wash my body with your tongue, It's been a while since you gave one of my hosts a tongue bath."

"Maybe some other time. I will go check on Sylo." Victor then kissed Ahmed, but their kiss was suddenly interrupted by Ahmed's phone ringing.

"Who's that?" Victor asked.

"It's Ahmed's younger brother, he just won't stop calling. I think we should do something about it, Master."

Victor grabbed the phone and declined the call.

"New rule: Don't worry about your host's business, just enjoy your vacation as Ahmed. Ok?"

He nodded.

"You promise?"

"I do, Master."

They shared another kiss and then Ahmed went to take a shower while Victor went to put some clothes on.

Victor walked outside to Alexander sunbathing in the private area of the Hotel. It was an exclusive area that only Victor, Alexander, and the other hosts could access, so it was a very private place.

Alexander glanced at Victor.

"What are you staring at? You pervert." Alexander said.

"Good morning to you too, Sylo."

"Sylo? Who the fuck is that? You know what? I could use a fag like you. No one is watching, come here and clean my sweat with your tongue."

Victor sat on Alexander's lap, facing him, and gently caressed Alexander's arms, feeling the hard-earned muscles that Alexander was once so proud of. Those muscles were not built for him to grope, Alexander built them for women, but now they were for Victor, just for him and nobody else. Victor then leaned over and started to lick the sweaty biceps, especially the armpits, they had a strong musk.

"Sylo, you need to wash Alexander's body. He's smelling really strong. When was the last time you washed him?"

"Stop calling me that and go back to work!" Alexander grunted as he shoved Victor's face back into his armpit.

"Good boy, clean me up. These muscles won't clean by themselves." Alexander purred. Victor nodded and buried his face deeper into Alexander's pits, lapping at them like a thirsty dog.

"That's it, smell it, taste it, It's all for you."

While Victor was busy lapping at the muscles, Alexander pulled down his shorts and then ripped off Victor's shorts. Victor was impressed by how strong Alexander was. With his other hand, Alexander pressed the tip of his shaft into Victor's entrance. Victor grunted in pain, he was still sore from the night before.

"Take your time, Master. I know he's too big for you," Sylo broke character for the first time to make sure Victor was okay. It wasn't Victor's first time with Alexander, but it was their third, and Victor was still not used to the size. Victor's heart raced as he looked into Alexander's eyes, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please, Alexander," he whispered. "I want you inside me." Alexander smiled and lowered him down onto his waiting cock, Victor was feeling the heat and length of the shaft stretching him impossibly wide. He gasped at the sensation and then began to move, slowly at first, but gaining momentum as they became lost in the rhythm of their bodies, soon Alexander was filling Victor's ass with his cum.

"Fuck, he has one of the biggest cock of all the hosts you guys made."

"Even bigger than Quin's host?" Alexander smirked.

Victor suddenly noticed a shadow over him, he looked up and saw Andrei — Quin's footballer host.

"Definitely not as big as mine." Andrei said.

"Oh hey Quin, you scared me for a second." Victor laughed, looking up at the handsome footballer. "What are you doing here?"

"You know, usually, I would have breakfast with Grus, but he didn't sleep in our room yesterday, he was too busy getting fucked by you two."

"Sorry, Quin, I just shot Alexander's load into Victor's ass, wish I had enough to feed you," Alexander said.

"It's ok brother, don't worry."

Victor then had an idea. "Grus is taking a shower right now. I fed him this morning, but he didn't shoot. Ahmed's balls are still very much full. Let's get inside."

Victor couldn't stand because his ass was hurting, so Andrei helped him by carrying him on his arms to his room.

Unknown to Victor and the bugs, they were not alone. A man was hidden nearby, taking photos of them. The man had a devilish smile as he looked at the photos he took. In one photo Victor was getting fucked by Alexander, in another, Andrei was carrying him in his arms. "Master is going to love this." The man said to himself.

Five Alien Hosts: Adventures In Italy (Part 3) - Hunks and Lies

Victor and Alexander (Sylo's host) were strolling together, visiting tourist attractions in Italy. They were having a lot of fun together, Italy was a very romantic place and Victor had on his side a hot hunk as his companion and protector, he couldn't ask for anything else. While Victor and Alexander were laughing at one of his jokes. Alexander's phone started ringing.

"Just one sec." Alexander said, picking up his phone. "Hello?... Oh, Ciao Marco, yeah I'm doing good..."

Victor rolled his eyes, he loved Sylo's host, but Alexander was always too busy with work. His phone would never stop ringing, he would answer calls even while fucking Victor. Victor did enjoy being fucked rough by Alexander while he talked business in a foreign language, but sometimes Victor just wanted Alexander to himself.

As Alexander talked to this man named 'Marco', he looked at his watch.

"Right now?... Ok, I will be there... Sure, We can discuss that when we meet." Alexander turned off the call.

"Who is Marco?" Victor asked.

"Marco is Alexander's business partner. Alexander has a car export company here in Italy and Marco helps run the company while he's away. He wants to meet me at a nearby bar for a quick meeting."

"C'mon Sylo, I told you already, no work during vacation. This day should be about us having fun together," Victor said, hugging Alexander's huge arm.

"Don't worry, Master. It will be a quick meeting. He just wants to discuss some business deals. That's the sole reason why Alexander was on that plane to begin with; he was going to meet with Marco. It would be very suspicious for Alexander not to go."

Victor sighed, Sylo was right. "Fiiiiine."

"Don't be like that," Alexander said, gently holding Victor's chin and kissing him softly. "I will make it up to you later, I promise."

They both walked to the bar where Marco had said they would meet. Once there, Victor was amazed by how handsome Marco was. Marco was the epitome of an Italian hunk. He was wearing a white dress shirt that showed some of his chest. When he saw Alexander, he had the most perfect smile on his face.

"Ciao Alex! Quanto Tempo!" Marco said.

"Ciao Marco!"

They both hugged each other and started talking in Italian, while Victor was left awkwardly staring. Marco looked at Victor, a little confused as to who he was. Sylo noticed it.

"This is my nephew, Victor." Alexander said, placing a hand on Victor's shoulder.

"Nice to meet you, Victor," Marco said, extending his hand. Victor blushed and shook it, while shaking, he couldn't help but glance at Marco's open chest.

Marco then turned to Alexander "So, let's have a drink. We have so much to discuss." They took a seat at a table in the outdoor seating area. A waiter soon walked to their table.

"I will have a coffee," Marco said to the waiter.

"A martini for me and a hot chocolate for my friend over here," Alexander said. When the waiter walked away, Alexander teased Marco. "A coffee, serious? What happened to the old Marco I knew?"

"I don't drink anymore, man. I'm a dad now, did you forget my wife just had a baby?"

Alexander laughed. "And how's everything at the company?"

"Well, you know how it is in this industry, always something new popping up. But I have to say, I'm pretty excited about our latest partnership with that luxury car manufacturer from Germany."

"Ah, yes, I heard about that! That's a big move. How did you manage to pull that off?"

"It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that. Lots of negotiations, late-night calls, and convincing. But in the end, it all came down to our reputation and track record."

"Impressive, Marco. I gotta hand it to you; you've always had a knack for sealing those big deals."

As they continued talking about their business. Victor couldn't help but give Marco some glances. But it looks like Marco noticed it because he immediately started to button up his shirt in the middle of the conversation and gave Victor a stern look that made him want to crawl under the table.

Victor had spent so much time with only his alien friends and their brainless hosts that he didn't know how to behave around a non-host person. He was accustomed to staring at his friends' hosts whenever he wanted, so now it was difficult for Victor to control his urges.

"So, where are you two staying at?" Marco asked, breaking the ice.

"At the La Dolce Vita Resort." Victor responded.

"Wow, expensive place. But It's not like money is a problem for your uncle, right?" Marco joked.

Victor was confused for a few seconds, his uncle? But then he remembered he was talking about Alexander. Victor grinned, if Marco only knew he and Alexander weren't related at all, and that his business partner was now just a muscle husk being controlled by an alien bug. One hour later, Marco had to go, he said he had another important meeting to attend.

On the way back to the resort, Victor looked at Alexander, who was driving.

"Why didn't you tell me Marco was this hot?"

"You like him, huh? Do you want me to take him over, Master? I would gladly turn him into a host. The guy's an asshole and the old Alexander also hated the guy. They always had this dispute between them, about who slept with the hottest woman, who had the best car, who closed more deals..."

"It would be very hot... but no, that won't be necessary. Remember, we are on vacation. That means you are free from having to turn into a host every hot man I fancy over."

Later that day, Victor and Alexander returned to their room, and to Victor's surprise, Marco was lying on the bed, reading a newspaper, as if waiting for them. He smirked at Victor and started to slowly unbutton his shirt.

"Ciao Victor," Marco said, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor, Victor was momentarily lost in Marco's abs and pecs.

"M-Marco? What are you doing here?" Victor finally asked surprised. Marco then winked at him. Victor knew that wink well; it was Sylo's way of assuring his control over a host.

"I'm so confused right now." Victor looked at Alexander, who was standing on his side, then back at Marco. "Who are you inside of right now?"

"Alexander is on autopilot. Marco has been my host since this morning. After I fucked you this morning and you got busy with Andrei and Ahmed, I called Marco to meet Alexander at a private place to discuss some business, and when he showed up, I turned him into my host." Marco explained.

"Are you saying that Alexander has been on autopilot all this afternoon?" Victor looked at Alexander on his side, who was grinning at him.

"You got me, Master." Alexander said.

"Exactly, I set his brain so he would act as if he was being controlled by me. Did he make a good impersonation of me?" Marco chuckled.

Victor was shocked, he spent the day with Alexander on autopilot and he had no clue. It wasn't the first time Sylo had pulled a prank like this. He enjoyed tricking Victor into thinking he was inside one host when he was actually in another.

"This will never get old." Marco laughed, putting his hands behind his head and showing Victor his hairy armpits. Victor couldn't deny how hot it was to see Marco shirtless in front of him, Victor now had a visible hard-on.

"He's a nice host, that's for sure. We will have a lot of fun with him." Victor sat on the bed and started to sniff Marco's hairy armpits, he smelled nice, like some fancy cologne.

"I thought you would appreciate some real Italian meat. I know how much you wanted an Italian host, and we kinda spoiled your plans by taking over those non-Italian men on the plane. Marco was born and raised in Italy, he should fulfill your fantasies."

"That's very sweet, thank you Sylo." He took his face from Marco's armpits and smirked at him. "Can you like... pretend to be the real Marco?"

"The real Marco would never be shirtless in front of you, the real Marco would have beaten you to a pulp for having your slutty mouth latching on his armpits."

Victor rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean, a gay version of Marco. Remember when you took over that hot cop and we roleplayed that he would only let me go if he fucked and came inside me?"

Suddenly, Marco's eyes rolled back for a moment, and then he gave Victor a seductive glance. "You think I didn't see the way you looked at me? You were stripping me with your eyes. You're such a dirty pervert, Victor." Marco pulled his pants down and lay down fully naked on the bed.

"Fuck me, Victor. I need you inside me, I knew it since the moment I saw you staring at me." Marco begged, shaking his ass to Victor.

Victor's heart raced with anticipation. He surveyed the scene before him: the Italian hunk, Marco, lay naked on the bed, and... oh my! That magnificent Italian ass! Victor couldn't help but lick his lips. He crept closer, his gaze locked on to the tempting target. Finally, he reached out and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled the sheets away. The Italian's big, round ass was revealed in all its glory. Victor took his clothes off and leaned in closer, pressing his body against Marco's back, and began to nibble on his neck, feeling the warmth of his breath against his skin. He continued to nibble and suckle at Marco's neck, feeling the muscles in his ass tighten beneath him.

The Italian hunk let out a groan, Victor smiled wickedly. He knew exactly what he had to do. He positioned himself behind Marco, his hard cock nestled against the entrance of his ass. Slowly, methodically, he began to push forward. The head of his cock pressed against Marco's entrance, and Victor could feel him tense beneath him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. With a sudden surge of power, he thrust forward, feeling the hot, velvety flesh of Marco's ass engulf his cock.

Marco cried out, arching his back further as Victor's cock slid deeper into him. The sensation was exquisite, almost too much to bear. Victor began to fuck him hard, his hips pounding against Marco's ass in a rhythmic cadence.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, the wet smack of their flesh as it moved in tandem. Victor reached around, grabbing a handful of Marco's hair, using it to pull his head back and expose his neck.

"That's it, Marco," Victor whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're mine now, cum for me you bitch!" And with that, they came together in a passionate, sweaty embrace. As the last tremors of pleasure faded away, Victor collapsed onto the bed next to Marco, their bodies still connected by their entwined limbs. He smiled contentedly, feeling the weight of his release draining away. For a moment, they were both still, catching their breath, before Victor chuckled softly.

"This was your first time bottoming," Victor asked to Sylo, looking over at Marco with a wicked grin. "Do I make a good top?"

"I crawled out of him at the moment you were getting inside him." Alexander said across the room, he was now naked too with his heavy thick shaft swinging.

"Oh for god's sake, can you stop switching bodies for today?"

"You're my Master, but that doesn't mean I will let you top me," Alexander said, roping on the bed, he then grabbed Marco by his waist and shoved his entire shaft in one single thrust. Marco screamed, but Alexander gave his ass a hard slap and Marco went quiet.

Marco's phone started ringing, it was his wife. Alexander grabbed the phone and pulled Marco's hair. "Answer it!" Alexander growled in his ear while still fucking him.

"O-oh hey babe, uurrgghh... I'm in the middle of a meeting right now.... how is my baby angel?"

They changed positions, Alexander now had Marco on top of him, riding him while he still was talking on the phone. "I will stay at Alex's place for a few days... I know, babe, I'm sorry... I love you too." When the call ended, Marco finally let out all the moans he was holding during the call.

Victor was tired so he just watched Alexander fuck Marco non-stop for almost an hour. Finally, when Marco was about to cum, Alexander held Marco with his strong arms, so that Marco's cock was at his face level, and wrapped his mouth around Marco's shaft, just in time for Marco to start shooting.

After feeding, Alexander commanded Marco to freeze. He then lay down beside Victor, who was staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.

"Is there something wrong, Master?" He asked, gently caressing Victor's hair. "I thought you would enjoy watching Alexander destroying Marco's ass."

"It's not it... tell me Sylo, do you think the five of you are the only ones? Don't you think maybe there could be more?"

"I can't say for sure because I couldn't know. But theoretically, it could have been more eggs in that Comet... why the random question?"

"I think we are not alone. I believe there could be others here at the resort."

"But that would be a huge coincidence for us to meet others while on vacation, Earth is a very big planet... unless" He gave Victor a stern look. "Are you hiding something from us, Master?"

"I haven't been completely honest with you all." Victor sat on the bed and sighed. "The real reason of this vacation is that I think more bugs could be here."

"What are you talking about? How would you know?"

"Remember the first man you took over? The Captain of that military operation?"

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(1 month ago - USA)

"We're here, Master." Trent said. Trent was a popular gym coach who worked at a gym near Victor's house, after the bugs took over the bodies of the five military men, Victor, drunk with power, suggested the bugs to go to the gym next, once there, the five bugs converted all the hot muscular men working out that day into hosts, and Trent was one of Victor's favorites.

"Thank you for driving me here, Trent," Victor said, burying his face between Trent's big muscular pecs as he flexed them for Victor's amusement.

"Anything for you, Master," Trent said, gently burying Victor's face even more between his meaty pecs.

Without a bug inside his brain, Trent was put into autopilot mode, he was now just a mindless shell programmed to act like the old Trent, and of course, with Victor's suggestion, the bugs also programmed him and every other man on autopilot, to be Victor's slave.

As Victor was about to step out of the car, he had an Idea, he turned to Trent and smirked "While you wait for me, I want you to jerk off non-stop, I want you all sweaty when I'm back."

"Yes, Master," Trent responded, immediately pulling down his shorts, grabbing his 8 Inches cock and jerking off. Victor walked out of the car and went towards the military base.

After the gym takeover, the bugs explained to Victor that they could put the hosts on autopilot, Victor then went on a horny spree, helping turning every hot man he knew into a host and eventually into his slave. His hot neighbors, the construction crew that was working on a building near his house, random men he would see at the park — All fucked Victor at some point.

The military base in his city soon became Victor's next target in his quest for control. Accompanied by his five alien-controlled soldiers, Victor entered the base as if he already owned the place. The bugs crawled out from their hosts and began the takeover, turning one soldier after another into a slave for Victor. Now, these soldiers were no longer serving their country, but rather Victor himself.

Victor spotted the Captain waiting for him at the back doors of the base, Victor had learned that his name was Captain Torres.

"Hello Captain," Victor said, admiring the tall muscular man.

"Hi Master, where is your alien friends that turned me into a mindless shell?"

"I came alone this time," Victor walked closer to the Captain and felt his huge muscular arms.

"That's why you called me to meet you here? You missed these muscles, didn't you?" Captain Torres flexed his huge biceps in a cocky manner.

"Yes, I did miss these muscles," Victor smiled and pulled the Captain's head for a rough kiss. After a few seconds, Victor broke the kiss, leaving the Captain breathless. "But that's not the real reason I came here. I want you to search for something for me."

"Sure, Master, anything for you."

"I want to know the exact location of the meteorite that fell in Italy."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Master. That is confidential information and you're not an official. If I gave any private information about military business to a civilian, I would be breaking the law."

Victor chuckled. "It's honestly amazing how real you sound, anyone else would think you really mean that, in truth you're just a mindless muscle drone trying to act like the old Captain Torres would."

"But I am the real Captain Torres, Master"

"Put your hands behind your back and stand in attention." Victor commanded.

"Yes, Master." Captain Torres did what he was told, now standing with his hands behind his back, totally vulnerable to Victor. Victor grabbed the Captain's bulge and squeezed it.

Victor initially felt scared and intimidated by the much taller and more muscular hosts, he was afraid that those men would suddenly come back to themselves and kill Victor for taking advantage of their bodies. However, as he witnessed more and more big guys being converted into hosts, he started to become more confident. Captain Torres no longer intimidated him, now the only thing his presence did for Victor was to make his cock grow hard.

"You're not a real person anymore, 'Captain'. You're a pile of muscles programmed to act like the previous owner of these muscles. You know who these muscles belong to now?"

"Y-you, Master," The Captain responded, sweat forming on his forehead.

"That's right, I own your entire body. Now lead me to the command room, right now!" Victor then let go of the Captain's crotch.

"I don't know how to search for it, It's not my area. I will need to find Sergeant Jordan, he's an IT technician, he will know how to search for the location."

"Ok, what are you waiting for? Let's find him."

The captain guided Victor into the gymnasium, a cavernous space echoing with the sounds of exertion. Soldiers, engrossed in their workouts, turned to acknowledge Victor's presence. A few nodded, some offered smiles, and others, with a mix of pride and camaraderie, flexed their muscles in silent greeting. Victor savored the attention, reveling in his role as the master of these men. Amidst the rhythmic clanking of weights, Sergeant Jordan's formidable figure stood out. Noticing Victor, he set his weights aside and strode purposefully towards him.

"Hey Master, It's been a while. Are you back to make us fuck each other again? You should make Captain Torres bottom this time."

Victor walked towards Jordan and squeezed his meaty pecs. "As much as I would like to, I don't have time for it, the bugs don't even know I'm here."

"If you're not here to watch us fuck, then why are you here, Master?"

At the command room, the Captain sat on a nearby chair and looked at Sergeant Jordan. "Master wants you to find the location of the meteorite that fell in Italy."

"That is going to be impossible, the meteorite that fell in Italy was never found." Sargeant Jordan explained.

"That's because they searched for it in the wrong way, the meteorites work as a spaceship for the aliens, they pilot that egg by using telekinesis. The military was looking for a meteorite when they actually should be searching for a UFO. You meatheads only found the egg in my house because my noisy neighbor reported it."

"That makes sense, but It's going to take me some time; I will need to request access for the Air Force." Sergeant Jordan sat and started to type.

"Be quick, the bugs can't know that I'm here." Victor kneeled under the table between Jordan's legs and started to open his fly, freeing his thick 9-inch snake and started to suck.

"Yes, Master, I will do my best." Jordan moaned as Victor's tongue started to lap his shaft. Victor had forgotten how big Jordan was. On the day of the military base takeover, Sylo was the one who took over Jordan, that day he fucked Victor rough with this big tool while an orgy happenned in the background.

After sucking Jordan for a while, Victor stood up and kneeled between the Captain's legs and opened his fly, freeing his big thick 11 Inches.

"So you're... uuurrgghhh... hiding from the bugs huh?" The Captain asked. Victor took the shaft from his mouth and slapped it on his own face. "I'm not hiding from them, they just don't have to know everything I do." Victor slightly squeezed the Captain's balls. "You're not gonna tell them, are you?"

"I won't. I only answer to you, Master," the Captain said, grabbing Victor by the neck and pulling him into a long, wet kiss. Victor melted in the Captain's strong muscular arms.

"Wait, that's weird..." Sergeant Jordan muttered as he stared at the screen.

"What's wrong?" The Captain asked.

"On the day of Comet Clyde's passage, an Italian satellite detected an unidentified flying object at a resort called 'La Dolce Vita Resort'."

"Very well done Jordan," Victor said, walking to Jordan and kissing him, Jordan's softening cock now started to grow again.

"Shells can't cum without being authorized, so as a reward, I will let you cum by fucking Captain Torres." Victor glanced at the Captain, who did not look amused. "Captain, take your pants off and get on all fours, Jordan here is going to stuff your ass."

"Thank you, Master!" Sergeant Jordan grinned.

Victor took a photo of the resort address on the computer screen, while Captain Torres was already on all fours with his big muscular ass sticking up. Sergeant Jordan kneeled behind him and started unbuckling his belt. Victor gave them one last look, he wished he could stay and watch them, but he didn't have time. As Victor walked down the corridor, he could still hear the clapping noises and Captain Torre's loud moans.

Back to Trent's car, Trent was a moaning mess, his black tank top was drenched in cum and his muscles were glistening with sweat. He looked at Victor with his tongue out as he continued pumping his big meat for Victor.

Victor paid him no attention, instead reaching for his phone. He scrolled through his extensive list of contacts — he had added so many numbers in the past few months — until he found the name he sought: Mr. Thompson, his hot Daddy neighbor, the man Sylo was currently in. A deep, raspy voice answered on the other end. "Where have you been, Master? We were starting to get worried."

"I'm fine, I was just having a fun time with Trent."

"Come back, we are about to feed, and we know how much you love watching us feed. Bring Trent with you, the more the merrier."

"Oh, I don't know if he will be of much help," Victor said as he looked at Trent shooting another load. "And there it goes his last load."

"Bring him with you anyway, It's been a while since I fucked you in this shell."

"Alright, I will be there soon, Daddy..." Victor chuckled, "You guys have been so good to me. You know, Sylo, I was just thinking... what do you think of a vacation?"

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"You did what?" Alexander's voice thundered through the room, anger etched across his face. "I can't believe you went ahead with that without even asking us first!"

"It was just a theory back then. Besides, we don't even know for certain if there are any other bugs here. I could still be wrong."

"I don't care, you put us all into danger! You should have told us!"

"Should I? I'm your Master, and you should obey me! That was the deal, remember?" Victor shouted. But as soon as the words left his mouth, regret followed. He didn't want to be an authoritarian Master; that wasn't the kind of leader he aspired to be. He wanted the bugs to be more than obedient pets; he wanted them to be his friends. Victor sighed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

Alexander gazed at Victor with a disappointed expression. Suddenly, his eyes rolled back and Sylo swiftly crawled out of his mouth, disappearing under the door gap.

"No please come back, Sylo! I'm so-rry..."

Victor sat on the edge of the bed with his head down. Marco and Alexander — Now both empty shells, sat on his side and comforted their Master.