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FEStival Fiasco

Prologue

Jonathan Matthews snapped a quick picture in his bathroom figure, making sure to inspect every last inch of himself. Even after all his years in his rather sedimentary lifestyle as an office worker for an insurance company, he managed to remain rather toned and fit for his age. However, the one thing time took away from him was his curly and unruly hair. Gone were the days of him just splashing water on it and letting it style itself.

“Maybe baldness is in this year,” Jon muttered to himself as he ran a few fingers across his plain dome. With the Culture Fest coming up the following morning, he wanted to look his best for the cute college girls and their mothers that would stop by the stalls and attractions. “This is your year, Jon,” he said, punctuating each word with a poke at his reflection. “No lonely Saturday night for this strapping bachelor!”

Jon was so focused on this bold and bald speech that he failed to notice the insect-like creature hanging on the ceiling just above him. Only when the creature made its move did Jon become aware of his fate. Before he could even let out a scream, the creature dropped on his face and immediately crawled towards Jon’s wide-open mouth. “MMF! MMMM!” All Jon could do was let out muffled cries as the creature suddenly filled his mouth and then sliding down his throat.

Jon fell on his back, his body convulsing as he felt a foreign invader make its way through his body and into his head. He arched his back, letting out a long and agonized moan, before falling flat on the ground, eyes closed. After a spasm or two, Jon finally opened his eyes, glancing around the room as if to take in all the sights. Slowly, he got back on his feet but nearly lost his balance a few times. It was as if he was learning—or relearning—how to walk on only two legs.

Clearing his throat, Jon said, “Okay, class. I hope that demonstration was good enough for a warm-up.” At his words, half a dozen other creatures, looking to be of the same species but smaller and of different coloration, crawled out of cover and blind spots throughout the bathroom. Some even crawled on his body, as if to appreciate Jon’s body now under the control of another being.

“Hehe, you younglings feel nice in a body such as this,” the creature inside of Jon said with a small, vain flex. It took the creature a few moments before snapping back to attention. “N-Never mind that! You all understand the rules, I hope? During this human festival, you will be tested in all the various traits that our societies’ greatest soldiers, Dreadfighters, must embody: stealth, infiltration, fearlessness, and versatility. And though you do not need to be the leader of the pack to pass your exam, the highest-scoring member of our class will earn an invitation to our Emperor’s coronation. This is your best way to earn our liege's graces and truly stand out as a potential soldier for our species. Are you ready?”

The class all chirped and clicked to show their understanding. “Well, get to it!” The creature barked. “The pipes, the windows, the various entrances that have been scouted out—use them all to their advantage. Go, cadets, and good luck. And, Zathina? I’m expecting great things from you.” Though there was no response, Jon’s body smirked as the star pupil was clear in the lead as the class set off.

However, one of the creatures was already scheming ways for his talents to shine. Get ready, Zathina, the being named Centaurus thought to himself. This is the day you’re dethroned.

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.