[center]Suit Makes the Weasel[/center] Meterorite showers. Falling rocks burning brightly for all to see. Captivating all those that watch. Winning over hearts and capturing minds. Sometimes... literally. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Clock hands align as a bell sounds off twelve times. Rubber boots squeak loudly as the weasel crosses the hall. Stars twinkle outside the windows in an almost rhythmic pattern. Stopping, starting, and staring into space, he shakes his head in wide arcs. Nothing can clear the mounting pressure between his ears. Pressure grows. Digits dig into the ugly, speckled, black rock dotted with clear crystals. Tendrils dig into the ears of the weasel, pulsing and wriggling deeper. Pressure mounts on the organ within. Locked in on both sides, the bundle of nervous tissue is rubbed, prodded, and coated by an oily tip. Explored and exploited by the visitor from the rock. Pouring in as it clambers onto the wrinkly surface. Flitting gritty particles through the meninges, along the stem, and onto the spine. Stumbling along the hall is all the weasel can do. Grappling with the intruding from the extraterrestrial rock. Gripping onto his own mind. Groaning softly as various segments of his brain are toyed with. Grunting loudly as steps occur automatically. Grimacing from the migraine. Going along with all of his thoughts. “Good.” Both in thought and in word, the weasel’s thoughts and voice sound different. Dark thoughts enter into the mustelid's head. Pulse after encompassing pulse. Legs steadying, the weasel’s mind begins to cloud over. Hazy thoughts tear themselves apart, stitching together again in unnatural patterns. Geometric thoughts flow from point to point. Points comprising a new sensation. Composing themselves into organized emotions as lines draw between them. Connecting to other points on other planes, boxing in various stray, organic experiences. Binding numerous memories and personality traits into the constellation of an alien consciousness. “How about I sift through all of this in my sleep. It’s been a long day.” Rigidly moving his legs, the weasel works his way to a lone room at the end of the hall. Holding the beautiful, patterned, precious rock to his chest the whole way. Brass numbers screwed into the plain oak slab read ‘99’ while a simple lock easily opens with the key. Inside the cool, damp room smelling of sex lie two large, fuzzy figures sprawled out naked on one messy bed. Shutting the door and stepping with the utmost care, the weasel’s limbs grow more dexterous by the second. Silently slipping into the open bed, cradling the rock to his chest, and closing his eyes... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Come on! A meteor shower at the convention! We’ve got to go see it.” Distant, hazy. Warped voices with smeared visages strut through a foggy hallway. “Did some of the debris actually land? Let’s go grab some!” Glancing up. Glancing down. Familiar eyes look at a black, crystalline rock. Sensors shudder, seeing a weasel towering over it. “I’ll catch you tomorrow! Wear something nice.” Departing, formless figures wave to each other. Steam pours out of the rock as two oily, black tendrils rapidly escape. Rapidly extend out and force themselves into the ears of the mustelid carrying it. Stars twinkle inside the weasel’s head in an almost rhythmic pattern. Rick. That’s my name now. Within the wireframe mindscape crafted inside this Organic’s brain I now live. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Outside, I spread to my new home. Squeaking softly as my mass coats the furry form of my host. Oozing from the confines of my pod, I soak and wrap around the torso of my new body. Spreading downward to coat the hips and legs. All the way down to the boots. Rubber... Fitting, I say. Sealing centimeter after centimeter of flesh under my own mass, integrating the skeleton of a completed form into my supports, and containing the host inside a shell of my own mind. Hardware and software synthesis. Union of two lives. Shared experience, shared body, and shared brain. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rising up from a well-earned rest, I casually knock the rock away from myself. Blinking, I adjust to my new sight. Feels idyllic. Greater depth of vision, color range, and frequency of updates. Sensations of smell and touch are new and exciting as I throw my new arms around and start sniffing. Enough so that I can feel some weird change in my groin! “Hey, Rick... What are you doing?” Gasping, I turn my head. Ears twitching gently as I look up and down at the two figures boring holes into me with their eyes. One dragon and one wolf... Both of them with open ears. “Everything alright, Rick?”, the wolf asks. Tilting his head, an inquisitive expression fills his face. Quick calculations yield an answer. Searching through the various facets of the wireframe database built from my host’s brain... I smirk. “Aaaah... Yeah, yeah. Just some weird dreams. Staying up late to watch the meteor shower does that.” Whining wood squeaks loudly as the dragon slowly hops off the bed. Wearing nothing. “Uuuuh... Up to some fun late in the night?” “Yeah! Tried some new stuff.” Rubbing my chest, I imagine my eyes start twinkling like stars. Reading how to emulate the same enthusiasm my host displays in real time is a gamble... but the two present seem sluggish from awakening. Yawning, stretching, and scratching his ass, the dragon’s wings start furling and unfurling unevenly. “Fun? What did you do last night?” Pausing, I hum to myself. Casting my eyes back, I look toward the pod I came from. Turning to the duo, I crack a smile. Nodding to both of them, I chuckle. “Want to find out?” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Almost there!” Stumbling between trees, crushing twigs under my boots, and squeaking the whole way there. Recollection tells me we’re nearly at my landing site. Several of us should still be there... Grunting, the wolf growls as he snaps a branch off his shirt. “Dude... Why are we going to see a bunch of rocks that fell last night?” Annoyance hangs heavy on his voice. “This better be good!” “It will be. Promise!” Bluffing is the only response I can conjure. Sighing, lumbering voice of the dragon comes next. “You know... fuck this. I’ve only got one day left at the con.” Waving, he begins to turn around. “Tell how this goes back in the room.” “Wait!” Rubber from my form loudly squeaks as I go over to clutch at the dragon’s arm. “You’ll pass up this amazing chance to see something from space? We can still collect some of these rocks and take them home. No better souvenir, right?” Hanging his head low, he loudly groans. “Fine... Keep it quick though. Had a couple other guys I wanted to see.” “Don’t worry.” Patting his back, I turn and confidently stride, digging my tall heels in. “This will be life changing.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Soon, the spotty soil comes into vision. Small, black rocks covered in crystals buried in the ground. Fragments of my own pod and a few unopened pods... Picking up a couple friends, I hold them out to Rick’s friends. Unamused, the wolf stares at them. “Sooooo... Rocks?” Shrugging, he waves his arms from side to side. Similarly, the dragon crosses his arms. Leaning over me slightly, he stomps the grass a bit. “Seems like it... Bye.” Spinning around, he huffs loudly as he plods off. Shaking the rocks violently, I toss one underhand. Rolling, tumbling, and spinning under the dragon’s path. Apologies, friend. I feel for you the same way my host does... but your brain is still vacant. Slipping, the dragon roars loudly as he falls to his shins. Quivering with rage, he clutches the stone in his palm. “What... the... FUCK!?” Fury in his eyes, the reptile’s fierce gaze shifts when steam escapes the rock. Pointing, the wolf starts backing up. “W-What is it doing? Rick!?” Responding with action, I throw the other rock at the wolf’s chest. Gleefully smirking as I watch steam hiss out from it as well. Tendrils extend towards their new hosts. Mixed feelings bubble up in my brain as I watch my brethren penetrate into the skulls of their new hosts. Feelings I track down and twist. Oxytocin secretions at the right times in the right doses does wonders. Love, affection, and attachment. Necessities for our kind, admirable passions and connections we rely on. Happy, friendly hosts make for helpful hosts. Shivering, shaking, and eyeballs spinning, both dragon and wolf speak in tongues as they slowly stand rigid. Minutes later, their eyes seem to focus. Maw hanging open, the dragon slurs nearly every word. “Mmmmm... Fug... Rick? Wha ure you?” Shambling as though he has no brain, the dragon’s battle for his body and self comes to a quick end. Dropping the rock, the dragon blinks as his oily inhabitant begins to ensnare his chest and abdomen. “Hmm... Interesting body. Didn’t imagine residing within a reptile.” Clenching his fists, he grabs at his shirt and begins to violently tear it off of him. Happily, the alien ooze starts to creep across him expediently. Nearby, low howling rings in their ears. Turning my head, I smirk. Satisfaction from both layers of myself builds. My lupine friend limply grasps his ears... before rubbing them and wagging. “Rather large olfactory bulb on this one. Excellent auditory cortex as well.” Paws dancing over his scalp, the wolf scratches behind his ears. “If one of you would be willing...” “Certainly!” Strutting over, I reach for his clothing, slowly tugging it off for the liquid invader to take his body in addition to his brain. Collarbone to ankle, wrapping ourselves around our bodies. Frontals to cerebellum, getting nice and cozy in our new heads. Watching the other two bodies become encased in the squeaky, rubbery material we’re made of. Feeling the mind I integrated into sink perfectly inside my network. Enough bliss that I nearly forget something important... Reaching down to the ground, I pull several stones out. Several unopened pods. Dexterously tossing a couple to each of them, I grab another two for myself. “A shame we only get today together. Best of luck with your propagation, you both!”