Science-Fiction, Alien, Body modification, Female/Female, Horror, Mind Control
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Introduction:
The number of infected girls is ever increasing and some are exhibiting strange new abilities. Meanwhile, more students discover traces of the infection as they roam campus.
1.
Evan Sherman whistled Yankee Doodle as he entered the hallway, trying his hardest to not go insane.
It was his fifth week as an RA and he already had a body count. He walked by Brad and Arthur's room and felt a shiver run down his spine.
Evan stopped and stared at the door, whistling louder than before. The words cascaded through his head like rushing water.
Yankee Doodle came to town, riding on a pony, he stuck a needle in these kids and turned them to baloney.
He turned away from the door, away from the death and gloom, and that's when he noticed the open doors.
There were five doors open in his hallway. Most were opened about a foot, but one was wide open. This alone wasn't strange. College kids do as college kids do, but what made it weird was that not a single one of these rooms with open doors had the lights on.
Evan stepped over to the closest room and pushed the door open. In each bed was a lump nestled under the covers.
Stepping closer, he saw that neither lump was moving. No ride and fall of breath, no fidgeting. Evan's blood turned to ice water.
He stepped over to the bed on his right and pulled the covers down, revealing a pale, lifeless face that looked more like Halloween mummy prop than a human being.
Looking over to the other bed, Evan saw the mummy's twin. He touched the forehead. It sure felt real.
Evan stepped out into the hall and began to whistle Yankee Doodle again. Reaching for his phone, he dialed 911. It took two tries his fingers were shaking so badly.
2.
"You're choking me," Hades said.
His belt was looped around his neck and tied to the bed frame. Duct tape bound his hands and feet.
"If I was choking you," you wouldn't be able to say that," Lindsay said.
She was admiring the top drawer of the boy's dresser, running her fingers along the bottles of pills and liquids. Then she picked up the handcuffs.
"Now why didn't you tell me you had handcuffs? It would have made things so much easier, Hades baby!"
"Fuck you," Hades said.
Lindsay ignored him. She walked over to his desk and pulled out his wallet. Opening it, she slipped out his student ID. She began to laugh like a hyena.
"Your real name is Merryweather! That's so fucking fitting," she said.
Hades began to struggle against his bonds. From the looks of it, the tape would not last.
"Calm yourself," she said, placing her open palm on the college boy's exposed chest.
A soft green light emanated from her hand and suffused into the boy's chest. All of a sudden, he began to breathe heavily and his eyes rolled back into his skull. A massive bulge appeared in his underwear.
Lindsay reached down and began to squeeze Hades's cock, causing him to buck and scream. Suddenly, Lindsay felt warmth and wetness in her fingers.
"And that's how you do it," She said as she secured the handcuffs on Hades's wrists.
"Fuck," the boy yelped.
Lindsay added another layer of tape to his ankles, tightened the belt, and then gagged Hades.
"Now, let's see what we have in your chest of wonders, shall we?"
Lindsay pulled out several feet of rope, a large bottle of chloroform, a bottle of what were most likely roofies, and an ornate switchblade.
"God," Lindsay said. "You really are a creep. You're lucky, you know that? I could probably kill you, but I'm supposed to be careful."
She blew a raspberry and thumbed the button on the switchblade before mounting Hades.
Under her, the boy squirmed. He was skinny as a twig, but had enough wiry strength to easily overpower Lindsay if not for the restraints.
Carefully, Lindsay ran the tip of the blade down Hades exposed chest, pressing just hard enough to leave an angry red line on his pale skin.
"Keep struggling and I might actually stab you," Lindsay giggled.
"Don't worry Hades, baby. Or should I call you Merryweather? I'm going to call you Merryweather. I think we're past a causal relationship."
Hades tried to scream, but the tape turned it into a pathetic, muted groan.
"Hmm, maybe I'll fuck you later. Seems like a waste to drain you right now. You haven't even explained your toys to me yet."
Lindsay hopped off Hades and paced around the room, inspecting every little crevice. Under the bed, she found a cheaply made katana - probably from a carnival stand or something equally skeevy, she figured. Still, it was sharp enough.
I'm Hades desk drawers, she found stacks of condoms, another pair of handcuffs, and a bottle of viagra, which made me Lindsay nearly tumble over in peels of laughter.
He's got an entire rapist starter kit in his dorm and he can't even get it up, she thought. How pathetic.
"This is too funny, Merryweather. I think I need to bring a friend."
Lindsay pulled out her phone and texted Emily, feeling a tingle run through her at just the thought of being reunited with the stunning redhead.
Hades began to struggle against his bonds once more, but the handcuffs were too much for him.
"Just you wait till you see my friend, Merry. You might not struggle as much."
3.
Across campus, Emily Bloom's phone chimed from across the room.
"Who is it?" Megan asked.
Emily checked.
"Lindsay. Oh holy shit," she said.
"What?"
"You know Hades? That creepy dude with the skull earrings and shit?"
"Yeah, he drugged Ashley Miller last year, fuck him. Why?"
"Lindsay's got him, she wants me to come over."
On Megan's bed, the girl moaned softly opened and her eyes slightly. She had been in and out of consciousness.
"Hi sleeping beauty," Megan said, caressing the girl's naked chest.
Already, the girl's small breasts were starting to expand. They felt fuller than the last time Megan had touched them.
The girl turned away, blushing bright red.
"It hurts," she said softly. "Help."
"No can do," Megan answered. "It's a little late for you."
Megan looked at the girl's belly and saw a slight form bulging under the skin. Scanning down further, she watched as green slime trickled from the girl's swollen pussy.
"She really did a number on this girl," Emily said, coming over.
"It's not much of a surprise. I put a real monster in her. So she became a monster. It seems consistent."
The girl began to writhe on the bed, arching her back and expelling more slime onto the sheets below.
"It hurts!" She screamed suddenly.
Megan cupped her palm on the girl's mouth to silence her and with the other hand pressed her back into the bed.
"It didn't hurt like this," Emily said. "For me, that is."
"Same."
All of a sudden, there was a loud squelching sound as a trio of slender green tendrils erupted from the girl's pussy. They waved in the air, sensing the world around them. Each seemed to move with a mind of its own. The head of each one leaked slime that glowed in the dim light of the dorm room.
"Jesus," Emily gasped. "We don't have that, do we?"
"Apparently Felicia is more special than we thought."
The girl kicked her legs and arched her back again. She tried desperately to scream, but Megan would not let her. The three tentacles shot jets of the glowing slime onto the opposite wall and then the girl went limp.
"Do you know who she is?" Megan asked.
"I think her name is Lily. I haven't talked to her much."
Megan looked the girl over.
She was out cold, breathing deeply. Slowly, the tentacles retracted back into the girl's pussy.
"Anyways," Emily said. "I'm going over to see what Lindsay's done with the creep. Do you want to join?"
"If I'm in the same room with that bastard, I'm going to kill him. I won't even fuck him. I'll just kill him. Besides, I have someone more interesting right here."
"Fair enough," Emily said. "Let me know if Felicia comes back."
"She won't. She has that thing between her legs to keep her busy."
In the distance, they suddenly heard approaching sirens.
4.
Professor Vanessa Pierce hunched over Sarah's shoulder and skimmed the document on displayed on her laptop. Her brow was furrowed with a look of concern. Jenny watched this, feeling a growing sense of trepidation in her heart.
Sarah was a wreck. She was pallid, skinny to the point of wasting, and the deep circles under her eyes made her look like a raccoon. All of this decay because of her goddamn senior project.
It made Jennifer want to lash out at Pierce, Sarah's advisor, but she knew that was wrong. Vanessa Pierce was a lot of things, but cruel wasn't one of them. She was a good advisor to Sarah and an even better friend. It wasn't her fault Sarah picked a major way outside of her capabilities. If anything, she was Sarah's lifeline.
"I can't accept this," Professor Pierce said, shaking her head.
"No, I know," Sarah responded quietly. "This is just my draft."
Professor Pierce gave Sarah a warm pat on the back and smiled.
"That's fine. I can still give you pointers. There's enough to work with."
At that moment, the doors to the small classroom swung open and Molly Dubois marched in, followed by two girls Jenny didn't recognize.
"Hey Professor P," Molly said briskly.
She turned to the girls behind her.
"Just chill here for a second."
Then Molly disappeared into the back laboratory. For several seconds, everyone in the room settled into an awkward silence, finally broken by Professor Pierce.
"So, do I have a pair of future biologists here?"
Pierce was a tall, slender woman with a kind of perfect elegance to her. She was graceful in movement. Her hair, black as pitch, was almost always put in a tasteful bun; sometimes she even worked a pair of chopsticks in for fun. She wore simple glasses that only improved the poise she showed to the world.
It would have all been somewhat intimidating if not for the woman's kind eyes and kinder soul. She was open to everyone.
The pair looked nervously at each other. The short, slim Africa American girl then said proudly: "Biochemist actually."
"Oh, well we'll be getting to know each other pretty well then. I'm Professor Pierce."
The professor extended her hand and the other girl shook it eagerly.
"I'm Erin Stephens," she said. "I've heard a lot about you from upper class men."
"Oh no, that makes me nervous," Professor Pierce said with a little chuckle.
"Don't worry, this upper classman says she's awesome," Sarah chimed in.
"I'm an English major and even I can agree," Jenny added.
The other girl blushed hard and let out a nervous giggle.
"Way to throw me under the bus Erin, jeez," she said.
"Aw, not a fan of biology?" Professor Pierce asked.
"Or science really. Or math. Or engineering. Or anything like that," the girl said timidly. "I like art!"
"Art is cool too!" Professor Pierce said. "And your name is?"
"Melissa Lee. Nice to meet you!"
The girl seemed as effervescent as a shaken up can of soda in the sterile classroom. Jenny found it all cute.
"So," Jenny interjected. "What were you guys up to that had Molly rushing to the lab?"
Both girls were suddenly quiet. They stared at each other, both looking for the other to take the lead. The chubby Asian girl, Melissa, especially looked unsettled.
"I'm," Erin began. "It's really hard to explain."
"Oh?" Professor Pierce asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Melissa said. "We found something weird around campus and Molly is checking it out. An egg thing."
Erin shot Melissa a sharp look for running her mouth.
"An egg? Did you find it in the river? I can probably identify it," Professor Pierce said.
"It wasn't in the river. It was in a dorm," Melissa said.
"Near a dorm," Erin exclaimed suddenly. "We found it near a dorm, probably a bird egg or something."
Melissa glared petulantly at Erin, but said nothing.
"Molly and Hunter are up to some weird joint senior project. They've basically been obsessed with it for the last week, but they haven't said much about it," Sarah said.
"Yeah, I haven't either," Professor Pierce said, suddenly seeming concerned. "Maybe I should check out this bird egg you found in a dorm."