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The Bliss of being Shana Pt. 01

By: IAmControl



A new home

He inhaled her strong musk and felt his body relax and his arousal grow. He loved eating out his girlfriend, loved it more than sex itself. The way he could massage and clean her soft silky nether lips made him wetter than anything else. 

Shana closed her eyes and sat back further, holding her pants down to allow him better access as one hand kneaded her tit. She moaned as his rough little tongue flicked around inside and outside her hood, massaging the soft tissue into a ball of electric energy. 

She had to be back out in ten to board the plane to New Alaska but frankly with such an incredible eat out going on Shana would rather get fired rather than leave. 

As he began to invade her with his tongue she began to dizzy, her mind fogging over. She lost her place, forgot holding her tight pants down and forgot her shift, loosing herself into the bliss he was sending her through her pussy. She began to dream, dream that she was floating on clouds as he ate her out. Unseen hands began to roam her body, massaging her aches and stimulating her arousal. 

When he sensed she was out of it, he paused his milking and stood from his kneeling position, unzipping his pants and dropping his slacks. As the clothes fell away, revealed beneath was an unusual member, a large and thick cock that pulsed in readiness. Grabbing the semi hard rod he slid himself into her without pause and began a rhythmic beat of in and out thrusts. 

The most unusual thing about his manhood was not the incredible size or thickness but the color. When erect, the veins in most penises are fairly prominent, standing out quite a bit with the pressure needed to hold the organ stiff. The unusual thing about her boyfriend's dick was that these veins visibly throbbed with a purple glow that seemed to pulse and flow through him in time with his thrusting. 

As he inseminated her, pumping himself closer to coming, his eyes began to glow, letting out a purple freakish light onto her face. It was now visible where he was staring, directly into her eyes, as he pumped. He held her hips tight and the purple fire deep within his bottomless eyes burned brighter and brighter. He kept up the pace, silent intent on his face, making no visible or audible sounds of sexual ecstasy. Shana, in contrast, bucked back and forth as sighs and moans freely escaped her open lips.

Within her own private world Shana's body was assaulted by dicks. She loved dicks, loved their rock hard sensation, their ribbed shafts and big thick heads. As she floated in a world with no up or down, her body was covered in them, smothered with cocks that seemingly had no bodies behind them. Huge ones, small ones, black and white, and many she didn't recognize as the usual human dick, all of them kissed her skin, leaving little patches of pre-cum that seared into her very soul.

Her pussy came to life as the ring leader, a huge dark skinned man, his massive muscled body dripping from oil Shana knew was her own cum, stepped forward and entered her. The ghostly apparitions inside her were shoved out the way as his absolutely huge pole pumped into her and she was claimed by the alpha male. To her, he was real, tangible, entirely there before her. 

There was no argument, no time for surprise or wonder. The moment he was in her, she belonged to him. She let herself go, succumbing to the complete pure bliss emanating, flowing from her pussy as he came, shooting his very essence so deep inside her it seemed to splash into her mind and coat everything.

As he came, his body began to glow, purple energy visible in his veins as it flowed like animated energy through wire from his body and into hers through their connection. He leaned back as his whole being flowed into her, and, as quickly as it takes a man to ejaculate into a woman, he was gone. Shana's blissful white world darkened, storm clouds gathering overhead as it began to rain, rain that landed in her mouth and tasted of semen. The rain coated her, soaked her, and she found herself falling, tumbling into black as the rain of cum flooded all around her.

Shana jerked awake, panting as she took in her surroundings. The boxes of the store room, hard and real on her ass, and the dark twilight of the next door bulb came to her. She was back in the staff area at the airport, one hand holding her pants down, exposing her snatch as her other rested on her said ladyhole. Lifting the hand and feeling warm juice, she quickly stood, re-arranging her clothes as best she could and smearing her cum on half of them as she did so.

Still dazed, she brushed her hair as best she could with her cum-covee hands and, still looking very flustered, prayed she wasn't late. 

Shana needed a toilet break.

As she flushed and wiped the last of the offending juices off her rather tender thatch, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. For the briefest of seconds she thought she saw some kind of purple glow in her eyes. But, shaking the thought, she slid a few square sheets of toilet paper - along with a tampon and pad for good measure - down her front and zipped up, praying none of the passengers who would all be seated right on pussy-level would notice her strong musk.

Seeing herself again she rushed to make herself look as presentable as possible and then evacuated, dashing for her flight.

As Shana ran, deep within her body, her cells were reforming. A purple matter, a body of living cells, alien cells, were flowing around her, mutating her tissue, transforming weak into strong and old into new. Her smoker's lung began to clear and her arms strengthened, though she didn't notice this now. 

Likewise, as her body was prepared, a tiny growth took hold inside Shana's uterus, a clump of cells forming as her body began to go into overdrive. 

As Shana boarded the flight, bounding up the steps with unusual ease, the tiny cluster of but a few cells split. 

And they began to grow.

Part 1 - Reawakening

Emily relaxed after the glorious semi-alien fuck session. Having Courtney, a part Cadothe, part human hybrid like herself, to inventively and unendingly sex with was incredible. With their power they could do so much more than mere humans, and their orgasms were equally as inhuman. 

Melding their minds together to envelop the other in endless fathomless bliss as their bodies melted together might not have sounded great when put like that with simple words, but to the girls it was quite simply a pure, whole, surreal heavenly pleasure that induced racking, bucking orgasms from both of them.

In the days after the hospital incident Emily and her girlfriend Courtney hung low, returning their lives and house to normal. Days went by with relative normality. They shopped, cleaned, worked, went to the gym and movies, and, of course, fucked. Fucked like only hybrid alien-humans could. Nothing was wrong. Emily was happy. Courtney was happy. Everyone was happy. Their new "conquest", the man they called Peter after a TV show they watched fairly religiously soon after they'd first met. Peter functioned fairly normally, slowly developing individuality. Still bent entirely on the idea that Emily and Courtney were his all powerful masters, his twin gods, he worshipped them, raining all he could upon them.

After five days when Emily and Courtney came home to find several huge backpacks on their kitchen table, all containing solid gold bars, the girls decided he needed to learn to be his own person. He took them back (apparently, he was an incredible sneak, as he was not only able to steal the gold from the local deposits but also return it) he was given his own room and a share of the household funds. Encouraging him to think for himself, after three days without seeing or hearing from the girls he had come to realise that, as long as he could see them and serve them, he would endeavour to blend in.

As such, he got a job and began to make a living for himself. The girls, satisfied, and their friend Peter, lived quite happily for several months without issue. Life truly couldn't have ben much better for the three of them. They were their own happy little hybrid family.

One day while at work in the rather spanky cafe Emily worked at, while stepping from the counter to bring drinks to a table, a wave of something Emily hadn't felt for a long while. A mind rending wave of something incredibly powerful washed over her, sweeping through every nerve and cell in her body. 

Emily stumbled, her legs giving way - though not from pain. She dropped the tray, which smashed on the floor. Her co workers, Janet and Chrissy came running to help her, and, supported by Chrissy, Emily stumbled out the back as Jane cleaned up.

Once behind the cover of walls, Emily made her own way to the bathrooms. She couldn't let Chrissy see what had happened, even if she needed the help. Stumbling against the wall she eventually crashed into the toilets where she immediately fell onto the tiled floor, one hand pressed between her legs as her body tensed and ghostly hands traversed her body. She gritted her teeth as another wave came and so did she, pulsing with the mind numbing waves of pure arousal. Emily's panties were soaked through and after a few minutes without further orgasm she began to recover. 

Emily slowly knelt up, holding her legs tightly together like a child needing to pee, and waddled to a toilet where she dropped everything and beheld the creamy sticky mess gluing her pussy to her panties. There was an incredible amount of cum, and she had no change of clothes. She'd have to do something about the musk, she couldn't serve customers with the overbearing smell of freshly pumped pussy. 

As Emily cleaned up, not denying herself a generous taste as she did so, she puzzled. What of such power had caused her spontaneous orgasms? Only something of her being could have done it, but neither Courtney nor Peter were, as far as she knew, that powerful. She was, technically, by DNA and by will, their mother (Courtney was created from Emily's hybrid essence, and her half breed blood, if you could call it that, was what had saved Courtney's life and turned her into a hybrid herself. As for Peter, he was a direct product of them both) and so held the majority of their combined power.

Emily was a little worried as she finished up and searched, without redressing, for some kind of padding to diffuse her smell. She was worried that Courtney and Peter had experienced the same as she had. She was also worried about the origin of the power. Somewhere in the world, a being stronger than the creature from which Emily and her friends had been created had awoken. Somewhere, something even more powerful was beginning to sow it's seed of control and arousal into the world.

Emily had to get home.

Courtney suddenly flung her hands out, grasping the racks holding sports shirts, singlets and shorts to either side of her. Her mouth fell open and her eyes fluttered as her legs gave way and she nearly collapsed. The clothes she was holding were pressed between her clenched hands and the racks, her knuckled going white as her lady hole came to absolute inferno-fuelled life. Fireballs of pure sexual desire and arousal shot up her spine, singing her nerves and shutting out everything in her mind but the sensation of her orgasm. 

She felt the raw force as her vagina visibly tensed, her whole lower pelvic muscle system instantly and spontaneously switching to full on. As every single muscle and tendon from her stomach down went into overdrive she felt her own cum literally splash into her shorts and knew without a doubt that she would have soaked through the twin layers she was wearing.

Without warning, as her breath escaped her (it was all the could possibly do to not scream out on the spot) the orgasm subsided, the balls of red hot sex lighting her up from within burning out, leaving her suspended by tensed arms stringing her between racks of clothes as her legs shook. A she began to breathe again, returning to reality, Courtney stood, shakily, upright and looked around. The nearest people in the store, about three groups of two or three, were staring at her. Praying that they'd only seen her hair and hands, she smiled happily at them and said as normally as she could, 'Oops! Lost my footing there. I do wish people wouldn't leave these hangers around.' She said, picking up a coat hanger and making hurriedly for the back room.

Inside Courtney ran to the lockers and stuffed tissue into her front, wincing slightly as she felt the damp patch which had surprisingly spread her entire crotch and half the inside of her legs. Putting as many tissues as she could there so she wouldn't be distracted until lunch and spraying some deodorant on th area, she looked up to see a staff member - the new girl, Linda or Laura or something - staring at her, grasping her papers a little too tight. 

Courtney looked at her crotch, the bike shorts fully exposed with her top tucked into her bra, and back to Lara. 

'Um, listen, Lucy, I'm going to need to pop home. As you can see, uh, the ol' time of the month has hit and I ran clean out of...' She gestured to her locker, then to her quietly throbbing lady parts. Linda sucked her lips in in the way teens do and nodded vigorously. 

'Good girl.' Courtney said as she let her shirt down and left, passing Lexy as she went and patting her shoulder absent-mindedly with the hand she'd used on herself. 

Linda watched the girl go, or more accurately watched her rear go, and, when she was gone, looked at the shoulder the hand had touched. 

Lightly lifting the company shirt up to her nose, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and, with a grin on her face, went back to her business.

Shana cried out again. She was lying naked on her bed, clawing at her crotch as another orgasm assaulted her. Her body was so tense you could see the tendons stretching in her neck. She pounded herself, begging and mumbling incoherently at no one in particular as she tried desperately to get off. Her body was glowing, her veins lit up from within, eyes releasing a deep and inhumane purple glow. 

Inside Shana's mind, she was being assaulted by every single possible act of sexual intercourse known, and unknown, to man. She was helpless, held reclined back, legs wide apart, entire body massaged and caressed by ghostly hands. 

Before her stood a tall, powerful man. Dark skin, incredibly toned body and huge member all visible to her. She cried out, eyes locked on his meat, hands trying desperately to reach out for it, to have it in her. She knew it was the only way to get off, only way to release. But he refused, taunted her. 

'You will obey!' He said, powerful voice sliding into her mind like the fingers slopping about in her pussy.

'Yes! I will obey!' She screamed, practically crying.

'YOU WILL OBEY.' His voice boomed.

'I will obey.' She said, completely unable to say no.

'YOU WILL OBEY.' He repeated. Miraculously, she was calming - perhaps loss of energy was forcing her to relax now - and she thought the words. 'I will obey.'

'You will obey.'

'I will obey.' She said, eyes closing as she no longer needed them. Before her, his gigantic member began to rise. The fingers inside her became more real.

'Obey.'

'Obey.'

'OBEY!'

'OBEY!' They both cried, as one. 

Before her, as his cock stood proudly before him, the semi-visible hands held her vagina wide open for him. She began to rise toward him.

'SERVE THE NEW RACE!' He cried, head back, arms held high. 

'Serve the new race!' She cried as she came closer to the hanging penis.

'YOU WILL BE OUR SPECIES' NEW MOTHER!' He called. 

'OUR NEW GOD!'

'NOW BIRTH OUR SPAWN!' He cried, somehow making a sentence like that sound incredibly sexy, as she was lifted bodily onto him and began to slide up and down his length. She was gone from physical atonement, free from petty human traits like speech or sound. She lived their will. Their will was her.

As she bounced on him, her body began to become translucent, while in the real world, her veins shone with purple, walls of light piercing the skin. Purple light flowed from every pore as she was reborn.

He came inside her and she sucked him in. Their bodies melted together, streaming into one another. The ghostly hands that supported her were absorbed as well, one great being forming. A penis grew from her pussy, a new vagina forming above it, in the lower stomach. Her muscles grew, bulged. The cock grew, becoming at least 8 inches. It thicknened and her body filled, expanding. Still the rod grew from her until finally the entire process stopped abruptly. 

Shana stood from the bed, huge, muscular legs supporting her frame. Between her legs hung an enormous 11 or 12 inch penetrator, dangling weightily. Strangely, no testicles were present, but the base of the shaft had more girth, as though more muscle was present to support the member. Her stomach was large, not fat but well built. Muscular, looking capable of supporting many pregnancies. Her breasts, now four in number, bore five nipples each and were massive things that stood before her. Her hands and feet were massive, and their tips glowed with pure purple energy. 

Her face was strong and heavy set, clenched tight. From her eyes, pure purple energy flowed freely.

She was the mother of the hybrid race. She would bring the new species into glorious life. 

Returning to her bed she lay back as the four little ones inside her industrial strength uterus grew. This first spawn would find her human subjects, donations of DNA, energy and resources. In the mean time, she thought with what in a human would be taken as a malevolent grin.

The girl at the door would be her first conquest, and the first to donate her genetic material to the perfect species.

Pointing one glowing finger at the door to her house, she willed her subject in.

Jemma rode past on her paper run and threw the paper in when something hit her like a sledgehammer. Pulling to an immediate brake, no concern for almost falling off shown, glassy eyed she began to turn and walk to the house she was just about to paper. As she walked the paper in her hand pressed harder and harder into her shorts as her pussy tingled with sensations the young virgin had never felt before. 

Entering, she came before her master. The Creator lowered the glowing hand to her side and Jemma obediently sat by the bed, knees up, staring blankly into space as her pussy throbbed with many ghostly cocks sawing in and out of her.

The Creator placed her hand on the bed by Jemma's head and the finger which had taken her grew, a purple tube extending out of it. It slid across the bed, down Jemma's top, snaked around and between two small breasts and slid effortlessly into her pants where, without hesitation, it entered her.

Jemma's head went back and her eyes glowed purple, before her entire body relaxed, her mind connected as one to the Creator, her body assimilated, her energies of arousal, pain and happiness flowing into the new God.

Jemma floated naked on clouds made entirely of throbbing cocks. Each penis ejaculated constantly, providing her a bed on which to roll. She mothered her body in the semen, giggling as each time her boobs and pussy glowed and tingled as they met the cum. She was content in pure, unending bliss.

And so the Creator of the new species to rule Earth grew.

TO BE CONTINUED.

The Bliss of being Shana Pt. 02



Part 2 - Help Wanted

On the plane Shana was supposed to be on, an old fashioned man sporting a gold pocket watch sat right at the back. He lowered his newspaper to check his watch, flipping the clasp to reveal an infinitesimally intricate working. As he did so a dashing red head with incredibly perky titties strolled out, an impressive ass waving behind her. Not fat, she possessed the incredible Scottish power of stunningly curvaceous features with little effort. Fit and healthy, short and with a cute and down to earth face, Cara was a beautiful 24 year old the Creator would enjoy sucking and draining the pleasure from. As the bringer of the new age, and an agent to the womb of a new species, he would bring her to Her, and he would not stop until she was theirs.

As she passed him he caught her arm and quietly bur forcefully asked if she could show him the toilets. Holding her tightly, he whispered something about "air sickness" which settled her slightly on edge nerves from the rather rough grasp. He held her all the way to the cubicle until he was inside. Then, he yanked her in with a sudden and incredible might and slid the door shut. Silencing her with his hand placed in her mouth, he began to slip his hand up her skirt and into her pants with almost no effort. She tried to cry but he held her jaw tighter. Sliding into her he began to saw in and out of the well built Scottish puss and the beginnings of essence transferred from his fingers into her. Somewhere in the back of Cara's mind she wished her past boyfriends had been as skilled, and as eager, to finger her as this guy.

She struggled, resisting the surprisingly incredible finger fuck and how aroused the feeling - and their location - was making her. Despite the knowledge this shouldn't be right, she began to accept her situation, rocking on the fingers as her tongue massaged the fingers in her mouth. She relaxed, letting him bear his weight on her less and in doing so find a much better purchase on her pussy. He slid deep into her and essence flew from his slick fingers, seeping into her. The fingers began to change, molding and shifting as they slowly filled her pussy. As they closed their eyes, becoming one, with a burning fire in her crotch that made her legs weak, she summoned strength and despite all her desires she rammed her knee hard into his exposed crotch. 

He froze for a moment. Not in pain, but in sheer surprise. It was enough. She slammed him onto the toilet and straddled him. 

'The ol' she-likes-it-but-actually-doesn't trick. Aye, fuckin' classic.' She said in her Scotts tones. Turning on the hot tap next to her, as a man sized hatch opened below them she got off him and hauled him up. 

'Bye, you creepy fucking grandpa. You've sawed your last Scotts pussy today. I'll see you at fuckin' quarantine.' She said, and dropped him into the hatch below. 

Unfortunately, she wasn't quite prepared for him to grasp her hips and bodily haul her down too. Her leg buckled and her head roughly hit the lip of the hatch as they fell, collapsing onto each other. Slamming into him in the cargo bay below, her massive boobs squashing the air from his lungs and saving the air in hers, she jumped up. Holding her breath tight, she faced him, her head throbbing. He was freely breathing. That was odd. The cargo bay was only semi-pressurized - un-breathable but not crushing. Enough to knock a man out, but not necessarily kill him.

He came at her and she square kicked him in the jaw with athletic precision. Barely hurt he turned back to her and advanced almost immediately. Now off balance, she fell to his push and he was on top of her. Victorious, as her breath ran out, he applied pressure to her and she was forced to let it out. Dizzy, and unable to breathe, he tore her clothes roughly from her and released his own member which stood rock hard between them. As he ripped her pants from her crotch, her dizzy aching head was too muddled to fight him. Barely conscious she saw and felt him penetrate her and a world of mist and clouds began to fog her mind and she knew it was all over. Arousal shot through her and hands that were not his cupped her magnificent tits as erogenous zones he was not touching were stimulated.

He pumped her full of Their essence. Purple cum filled her, spilling from her pussy and running still long after he removed himself and stood watching the unconscious Scott. As he turned towards the hatch, she began to transform, ripple. Her mass changed, cracks shining purple light forming and closing on her skin. She began to mold, reform into one of Their kind.

Then, they stopped. Cracks closed and her form returned to the busty fire headed Scott, albeit with a few differences. Now unsure, he stepped a few paces back to her from the direction of the hatch. 

She shot her foot out and slammed with super human strength into his chest. Things audibly cracked. He fell and she stood, her huge tits somehow even more vivacious and busty than before. Seeing no need for her clothes which were torn and useless anyway she shrugged them off and sucked in the air she should not be able to breathe, smelling her arousal flowing from her crotch. Tensing and relaxing her new muscles, she strode to him, took a deep breath and slammed her hand into his wounded chest. He choked, spluttering. It was by instinct if anything more than intent that she did this, but as she did so the ghostly hands, stronger and more real than ever, covered her and she felt herself absorbing him, becoming his very being.

Then his form seemed to ripple, sucked from him and into her arm. He was absorbed bodily into her and she stood like Agent Smith in that movie trilogy.

'No fucker tries to fuck with Cara McFee and get the fuck away with it!' She said, sucking in the toxic air and puffing her chest out. 

She had no idea what in giant titties had happened, but all she knew was that she needed to be up stairs serving little steaming cups of coffee to the passengers. She'd have time to work it out later. Clicking her fingers, she remembered the spare uniform cabinet in the back of the cargo hold.

Emily arrived home just after Courtney did. The two embraced the moment they were together. Neither needed verbal explanation. 

As they entered the house they saw Peter hanging a painting up with a curious white stain on the front. Emily gave it a tentative sniff and knew it immediately. Looking at Courtney who giggled in that oh-so-damn-cute way Emily loved, the pair laughed at Peter's cum-stained art work, art being his latest craze in the effort to find what he really loved. Obviously he had felt it too, just had been naked and working on this rather accurate study of Rembrandt at the time.

As the girls stripped to their bare selves both sensitively peeled off completely soaked through panties. Courtney drew off her shorts, amazed at how powerfully she had come. Emily took one look at the pink lace that practically dripped and knew they'd never be fit for public use again. As the girls felt their tender labia, an unspoken thought passed between them. 

Peter took the moment to speak up.

'Mistress. I have been thinking.'

'Go on?' Emily said, turning to him curiously as she massaged her groin and dipped a finger in for, well, reasons. Something about the cook tasting their own meal.

'We are all connected, no?' He said in his well clipped accent. 'Mentally. If I experience extreme pleasure, do you not experience at least a portion of it too?' He said, touching his dick as the girls felt a tiny prick on their clits as an example. Peter was a very practical and not overly human thinker.

'Correct, yes. So you think another hybrid out there experienced some incredible pleasure, so intense that it overwhelmed us all and caused severe orgasms?'

'More or less. I have been thinking about it non-stop for the past two hours. I believe to experience an orgasm as powerful as yours requires someone to experience a beyond human - or hybrid - sensation.'

'So someone was converted?'

'I believe so. Misstress Emily. You were intended to be used as a birthplace for an evolutionarily all powerful race? A hybrid between ours and the being that we are now a part of?'

'Yes, originally...' Emily said, thinking back to the huge otherworldly creature which had brought her so much pleasure, only to be defeated in an ultimate sex-crazy battle of orgasms.

'I believe they have found someone. The arousal and brute force required to completely suppress her mind, totally bend her entire will, would have been so massive that when she came she would have exploded so much that we felt the minor repercussions as powerfully as we did.'

'Great thinking. I agree, it feels right to me. But what do we do? If the Cadothe have found a birther, what does that mean for Earth?' Emily asked. If the simple creation of a Mother was this strong, what hope had they for the spawn of beings they would almost surely face?

'I don't know.' Courtney said. 'But I do know one thing. A flight just landed at Ledgeling, and I have a tingle in my mingle that tells me there's someone we need to talk to on it.' Emily nodded, agreeing, as Peter concurred. 

Around her bed sat six women, small purple tubes snaking from their bodies and into the great woman upon the sheets. Her stomach had swelled to great size, and yet, incredibly, she was still beautiful. The girls around the bed, all sat knees up in various totally relaxed poses, occasionally twitching as they dreamed sexual desires and fantasies that fed their emotion into the Creator. Orgasms so powerful they racked the powerless women shot directly into her, and her glowing body pulsed as the flawless perfection of two half perfect species was discovered in accelerated cellular exploration.

Two women entered the room, two unendingly beautiful females. Their features matched that of human females, but from their impossibly bright purple eyes, flowing glowing purlpe hair, and, most unusual, both possessed both male and female genitalia. Their members hard, in total sync they stood tall and with one forefinger stroked their lady lips in one direct motion, bottom to top. Then, still in seamless sync, they plunged the finger knuckle deep into themselves and instantly closed their eyes. 

A few moments later they removed the fingers, silently sucked the juices from the fingers, then repeated the stroke, top to bottom, bottom to top. Then they strode from the house.

At Ledgeling airport 20 minutes after landing, Cara was the last woman on board. She was searching for the remains of the man, practically disbelieving he was inside her. At last she gave up, and, as she emerged from the plane, a striking woman grabbed her arm.

'Hi, mrs. Cara. I'm Emily, no time to explain but you have to come with us. You can trust us. Let's find a safe place to talk.' And lead her to the carpark. Somehow trusting the woman, Cara followed, a tingle inside her growing a little as she did so.

The raven haired twins stole into the airport lobby, their stark nudity apparently unnoticed. Each who looked at them saw sisters dressed and pulling luggage behind them. The combined mental power the first of their kind possessed allowed them complete illusion to any mere human. To any of the weak minded flesh and blood people they would appear exactly as the were expected to appear. As for why they traversed naked; nudity was their proud separation. They were never to be as petty and vein as their human lookalikes, covering themselves up as though ashamed of their bodies. 

To the new rwce, their skin was their clothing. It offered them maximum manouverability, completr and total view to others, which natyrally hrlped trust and friendship, and sllowed their natural functions to operate unhindered. Their skin was ideal for every task, perfect, and they would not cover it for anything. 

Their natural regeneration made even fatal injuries survivable and as such no protective clothing was needed either. 

The girls strode past the guard who eyeballed the two bikini clad blondes with absolute lust as the fire blazed purple haired ravens strode towards the flight area in perfect sync. 

The Creator was growing. Her ring of human donations had grown overnight, men lying in bliss filled comas between females equally as hypnotised. Humans lay strewn on the floor, all connected to the Master Creator by thick purple tubes enveloping their bodies. They pulsed, their collective mass functioning as one unit. Inside the tubes flowed Her subject's every thought, every drop of cum.

The creator would continue to grow until she had every possible genetic alteration the human race's DNA was capable of producing. So far she had the combined intelligence, strength and emotion of nineteen men and women and her first two spawn, the girls now striving to acquire the presence she felt in the distance, contained refined and purified versions of this massed intellect. Thus, they were insanely smart, hypnotically beautiful and gladiator-like strong. The Creator felt new strands of DNA spring to life inside her as new genetic possibilities were found in her blood stream full of combined sequences. Her womb began it's work as three new offspring were formed. 

She would not stop until every single different possible strand of DNA had been born. Then her master race would assume the rest of the world and take the planet for their own. 

Perfection would be achieved, through all the glorious pleasure in the world.

On the floor, Jemma twitched as her mind produced orgasm after orgasm and her body was slowly absorbed into her new Mother. 

Cara got into the car and the girl beside her threw back the hood to reveal an incredible blonde shock of hair. She tore the jacket open to reveal her naked body. In the front seat the saw a man at the wheel and noticed only his top half was clothed and a dark haired woman dressed in her underwear. 

'Och, what the fuck did I step into-' she began, scrabbling at the door. 

Emily grabbed the fire headed woman, turned her and kissed her, hard, pushing herself onto the other. Their breasts pressed together and Emily's already rock hard nubs firmed Cara's.

When her struggles had subsided, Emily took back and opened her eyes to reveal glowing deep pupils that seemed to have no end. Cara saw clouds rolling in the thunderstorm of crystal-like jewels and realised somehow that her own were reflecting the same, though refused to believe it. As she saw the man and woman in the front watching her with kind smiles on their faces, each with identical purple she relaxed slightly. Emily took out a mirror and showed her her eyes, which did indeed glow bright hypnotic purple. As her rushing emotions subsided, she realised, in an almost epiphany style rush, that these people were her, she was them, and hence had the same goals. 

Without any words having passed between them, Peter started the car and they drove off. About ten minutes later, Cara spoke up. 

'So... You're all the same as me, then, aye?' She said. 

'Yes. We are.' Courtney said as Emily took her hand. 

Cara kinda passed out after that. 

The twins watched the car leave silently. As they received new commands with a buzz inside their pussies, they silently closed their eyes and placed one finger on their nether lips. Then they made their way to the taxi rank. Inside, a driver eating his lunch looked up sharply as the passenger and back doors were opened, despite the locks, and two infinitesimally beautiful identical girls slid in. He dropped his sandwich as he further saw the passenger's side female was totally and completely stark naked. And, paying this, she was hot. She was so sexy, his entire being melted before her. Her huge perky tits jutted out before her, her strong and powerful skin un-marked and oh so soft. Her hand was between her legs even as she entered and his mind numbed to her beauty. 

As he looked into her eyes and his consciousness slipped away his hand grasped his pants and as she grasped her own member they began to move in sequence. Her hand freely rubbing up and down her own meat in perfect sync with the hand in his pants, her sister in the rear mimicking the action, forming an untouching three way bond between them. 

As he looked into her eyes his mind simply disappeared. No consciousness, no individual thought. He no longer existed inside his body. 

Inside the minds of the girls, his consciousness existed on an unearthly plane of life, a heavenly realm of constant sexual pleasure. Inside the man's pants, cum fell from his erection, pooling on his hairs and running down his hand. Still the girls continued, their own male organs still pumping jets onto the interior of the car before them, as his energy was drained from him. 

As he slumped down, completely lifeless, he began to twitch. Muscles spasmed here and there. The girls reached over to him, the one in the back sliding her hand over his door side shoulder and down his shirt as her twin undid his buttons and slid her hand onto his chest as well. Both girls closed their eyes and plunged their hands into him. 

Inside his world of pleasure the taxi driver came. He came so hard he felt like his whole body was orgasming, sweet sweet cum shooting from every part of him. 

As the girls withdrew their hands, Taxi man began to jerk again. Immediately semen flowed, jetting out now and landing on his chest as he freely pulled off. The girls mirrored, their combined being linked as one. 

Taxi man sat up, endless purple worlds tumbling end over end in his eyes as he stretched. Returned from the realm of sex in which he momentarily dwelled, where humanity and the petty pleasure physical movement brought them did not exist, the driver was a slave to the irresistible will of the twins, the first of a master race that would bring out every perfection a species could have. 

Without words he started the taxi and the three pulled away from the curb. 

Cara woke as the car stopped. Pulling into an empty ca park at what seemed to be a small servo, Peter stopped the car and they turned in their seats.

For a moment, no one spoke. 

'I suppose we should tell you everything.' Courtney said. 

'It all started when I went to hospital,' Emily began, 'and was held there for a few days. I spent a lot of the first few days in and out of consciousness. Then, one day, I woke up strapped to a cold, hard metal bench with an incredibly hot naked woman staring at me. She had eyes as deep and sucking as whirlpools and her features were flawless, her face beautiful and her body curvaceous and unblemished. Her tits stood out mightily before her, and I remember wondering if this was supposed to be part of my healing. My body hurt, specific spots down my body felt like they had been injected with a cold fire that made my nerves super sensitive and my resistance weak. Even the breath from the two men, who were off to the side during this, washed over me and made hairs stand on end despite being meters away.

To make matters worse, I was naked. My body was completely immobile, strapped, drugged, or as I now know, infused with watered down essence of a creature from another world, and with this woman staring into me with desire. She informed me that I was to be the birth place for a new species, a species that would merge our race with theirs until the perfect being was born. I would be transformed into a womb for their hybrid race. As I tried to grapple with this, she suddenly slammed her hand inside me, deep inside. I felt my pussy grow, felt myself stretched and filled by her. And it didn't stop there. I felt my whole body tingle, arousal shot through me, endless pleasure ignited inside me. And through all this I felt her. I understood her. She spoke with my voice, thought with my mind. She was a representation of her Master, a piece of him sent to convert me into a carrier. She, or he, was stranded here. Caught in our world, in our time. I felt his desperation at not being able to return home. Felt his struggle to live in hiding. Felt when he had to sacrifice his body long ago, when he was injured, forced to return to his own form, forced to hibernate to conserve the life that was draining from him.




The Bliss of being Shana Pt. 02



He had slowly started to overtake the hospital, using the ventilation to reach up from the ground levels where he was trapped into the new wings of the place. As his limbs climbed with tree root speed, all he could manage with such low operating power, he found a human. Eventually, he realized that he could harness our intense emotional force to regenerate himself. He found our strongest emotions, sexual arousal, pleasure, joy, and he fed. He began to absorb our energies, and learned about the race that lives on Earth. Soon, he was stronger, his tiny functioning part of his entire being was growing to strength. He began to absorb more and more, and before long he was strong enough to control people without connection. Those under his command had genitals encased in his being. 

Unfortunately, in saving himself he also corrupted himself. His species exists as a peaceful race. United as one body, no need for any offensive emotion what so ever, when he began to take on human traits he began to become more human. Without realizing it, I think, he became aggressive, his sense of ruling and power over humanity growing until he was so deranged he felt he had to have more. He desired a new species, a race with the emotional richness and physical form of humanity but with the strength and power of his world. And that's where I came in.' Emily said.

'I had been watching Emily for days, and I went home on the third night for clean clothes and food. That night, she was taken to a private room while everyone slept, and that's when she was taken.' Courtney said.

'Right. So as she merged with me and I experienced all He was, I left the human world of physicality. My body no longer mattered. My mind existed in a world where mere physical stimulus was no longer enough, nor necessary. She forced herself into me, wholly absorbing my body and mind. Existing in his mind I experienced pleasure no man or woman could ever hope to feel. My whole being was sex, was unending orgasms. But then, something happened. I was shot back into myself, returned to the metal bench. My body was convulsing, changing. I felt bones shaping, skin forming. No pain came, only pleasure. In confusion I put a stop to it and I was left like this, my old form with some slight improvements.' Emily held her boobs which stood out like twin blimps, as firm as an athlete's ass and supported as though she had a very strong push-up bra on despite her nudity. 

'It took me time to realize I had become a hybrid myself, a part of him had turned my body into his but my mind was holding it as it wanted. I was in control. I spent a few days exploring, experiencing the pleasure of others, a primal instinct to assimilate controlling me. Then I felt him. When I went to see him, he absorbed me, pleasured me so wholly that I barely escaped. My body was absorbed into him and with no escape my subconscious sent me through one of the tubes he had throughout the place into a woman I was in control of. She needed to come and she found a tube ending and pressed it into her. She came just as I was completely taken by him and in the blissful stupor that her orgasm brought I entered her, took her over and hence escaped.'

Emily took a moment to breathe as Cara took this in. 'In the end, I had to get out and I came to find Courtney. Accepting me as I was after some time, I convinced her we needed to stop him before his corrupt desire to create perfection in the universe led him to birthing a race that would end humanity as we knew it. We rigged explosives to the shafts up which his body had expanded to cut him off from the people that were fueling him. While I took him on, Courtney placed them, but she was hurt by one of his people and fatally wounded. As she was slowly assimilated by his essence, I was loosing my battle against him. He brought such pleasure to me that my consciousness was brought to knees, defeated. I accepted total submission. Then she found me. Realizing she was dead anyway, she allowed herself to be absorbed too, and together, though it was almost lost, we won. He beat us, but we beat him at his own game.' Emily said.

'After that, Emily and I, and Peter, who was left in place of the great being, went home, tried to live more or less normal lives. We've been working, trying to teach Peter here some humanity, and having amazing mind-melded sex for three months before we felt an orgasm so powerful we were drained, brought to knees. As we rushed home and discovered that each had felt it, we realzed thanks to Peter that something of His had to have escaped and insemenated a new Mother. She must have been converted, her willpower forced with such pleasure to obey that the sexual shockwave she sent out made the three of us nearly pass out - and that was a weak side effect.' Courtney continued.

'After which we found our mental senses were even stronger and we felt you. I said we needed as much help as possible, and Emily agreed, so here we are.' Courtney finished.

'So you're tellin' me, that i've been fuckin' space fucked by a wee giant fuckin' space blob, turned into a fuckin' half-cast son of a bitch because I'm such a bloody boss, and now have to stop some seriously fuckin' weird mother thing from birthing a race with no bloody flaws? Is that the extent of the bullshit you weirdos are tryna' feed me here?' Cara said.

Emily shrugged. Courtney nodded. Peter watched with intensity.

'About fuckin' time. Like I said, ain't no fuckin' space-weirdo fucks with Cara McFree and gets away with it!' Cara exclaimed. 

Then she kissed Emily, Courtney and Peter, sat back, and said,

'Right then. What are we sittin' around here for, aye? Get moving!'

TO BE CONTINUED



The Bliss of being Shana Pt. 03



Part 3 - From Bad to Worse

The twins arrived at the conclusion that they had to chase their prey. However, they lacked the resources to find their targets without an acceptable chance of success. Logically, even if they were able to follow the veritable scent of the rogues, which had gone from the one on the plane to four quite suddenly, they could quite likely be moving from their current location and the Twins could follow them forever. Thus they decided they had to recruit more subjects.

As the Twins strode in straight-backed purposeful nudity into the shopping centre, their huge chests standing out proudly, bearing their breasts forth as their male genitals rose to a proud stance and their pussies dampened, they began to channel energy. Nineteen human beings had gone into their creation, and nineteen human beings worth of strength coursed through their veins, reinforced and tripled by the power their alien blood gave them. Reaching the epicentre of the place, the twins stood still. Everyone who had seen them thus far, staring in disbelief, stood mesmerized by their bodies. Turning so they were back to back, their bottoms pressed together, forming an upside-down love heart shape between their shoulder blades and asses, The twins brought their arms up. Slowly, methodically, they lifted them until they pointed up towards the heavens and met. Upon contact of finger to finger, an invisible bolt of energy, of emotion, shot from their bodies. Raw, unrestrained arousal rocketed from them in all directions as though a bomb had gone off. 

Instantly everyone around them froze. Shoppers holding phones, bags, food, simply forgot themselves, their arms relaxing with the rest of their bodies. There was a collective crash as every single held item in the building fell from relaxed hands. Eyes closed as the entire centre full of human slaves became one with pure sexual desire.

Then the twins lowered their arms.

Like a crowd at a game doing the Mexican wave, on cue they all fell. The Twins' arms lowered and so did the willpower of the multiple thousand people shopping there today. Every single person in the building began to orgasm, moans, yelps, dirty talk flowing from them as their sexual organs spontaneously blazed into life. Each time the majority of the occupants in the place had finished a round and were coming down from the high, the Twins tensed their arms, shooting a new wave of sex. Orgasms hit anew, refreshed, brand new arousal energizing them. As they did so, the twins split, moving to the nearest writhing body. Climbing on, completely calmly, they tore the clothes from their subjects, leaning down and pressing into the hapless human below them. Biting, kissing, fucking. All the twins had to do to transfer their essence to their prey was to transfer fluids. The twins kissed, they took spurting cocks in their mouths, slid their own into pussies, rubbed cum and spit onto bodies. They worked their war around the hundreds of people in the place. 

As they finished with a person, after a while as the new cells took over, changes began. Blood pumped faster, skin stretched. Defections disappeared, injuries healed. Each person's sexual organs, their crotch, formed some kind of identification. A mark to represent their slavery. For some, bright purple welts on or around their meat. For others, the soft sensitive skin of their pussies or dicks turned a shade of purple. As each person became Theirs, they woke. As their eyes opened, purple glows could be seen hiding deep within, glows that represented their complete and total devotion to their new Goddesses. 

The Twins were assimilating their help.

Emily, Courtney, Peter and Cara returned home. Cara, far from in shock, was excited. So excited that as she got into the house she immediately waved for them to follow her. Obliging, they found the living room where she grabbed some pillows and threw them on the floor. Then, she stripped, got on all fours with pillows under her knees and arms, and promptly instructed them to "start fucking." Cara's dream fantasy was to be fucked in the ass or pussy while two others, girls or guys, licked whichever holes were not occupied. More than happy to oblige Peter moved to her and grasped her ass with superhuman strength, lifting her slightly and sliding a rod as hard as steel shaft deep into her aching pussy. She gasped, visibly shocked. As Peter began to thrust, she closed her eyes in ecstasy and Courtney straddled the woman to bend down to her pucker. Emily did some work to slide under neath the bucking woman but she slipped in from the side and pushed her crotch up so Peter's cock was sandwiched between her cunt and Cara's. His balls slapped her lips and she felt his shaft sliding into the woman above him. Cara's massive tits dangled in Emily's face and she took them up, sucking and sucking hard at the firm nubs capping the glorious mountains. 

Peter's cock began to expand, filling and stretching Cara to maximum. She moaned louder. Then it began to grow, but not into her. A second head emerged from his base, growing effortlessly into the second pussy presented to it. It filled Emily in no time and his motion now inseminated two females at once. But Courtney wanted more and so she turned, pressing her ass into his stomach as the mass of people rhythmically pumped up and down. She could just keep herself balanced on Cara's back but thanks to their superhuman strength Cara had no trouble supporting the girl and so Courtney lifted her legs and wrapped them around Cara, her hands reaching down and massaging Cara's breasts. 

Peter took his cue and a third member snaked out and into Courtney. Courtney yelped and immediately her body shook with arousal ad she mashed Cara's tits. Another penis formed between them and expanded into Cara's open ass, and a other found Courtney's. A final massive purple veined dick entered Emily's asshole and suddenly the three of them were all holes full at once with Peter's gigantic throbbing members. 

Emily looked up into Cara's eyes, the crystalline depths glowing and tumbling end over end as her hair shone and her skin rippled. She reached up with her head and kissed the girl, pressing their chests together. Cara was fulfilled, her fantasy came to life. Immediately as Emily's tongue slid against her own her pussy burst to life, clamping around Peter and shooting cum onto him. Emily grabbed Cara's waist and her hands glowed as she melded slightly into the bucking woman. Immediately she experienced the same powerful orgasm Cara had, cramming her groin up and into the pussy-cock-pussy orgy. Courtney leaned down and kissed Cara's back, grasping her tits and in an instant she was one with them, cum starting to run down her cunt and onto the Scotts lass sandwiched between them. 

Peter was already one with them as his heads rammed into them and he blew a mammoth load deep inside them, six cocks unleashing jets of purple semen inside the three girls. The gyrating pack of single-minded hybrids all moaned as one, high pitched wales as their bodies convulsed with pure joy. Peter kept pumping for several minutes while they came down. Finally, he extracted his members, standing back as six huge dangling cocks dripping semen and vaginal fluid hung from his lower body. Cara slumped into Emily, Courtney sitting doggy style on the top. The three stayed there, kissing, fondling, as eventually they rolled over and laid side by side in sticky naked joy. Peter slipped between them, and each girl fondly played with a penis as they looked at each other. 

Each's eyes glowed so brightly that the other felt totally entranced by them. Sharing cum and minds, the four relaxed and eventually slept, dreaming dreams the four of them were in, minds acting as one, bodies entangled and stimulated. 

Across town, the Twins had almost finished their work. By now, over six hundred slaves filled the shopping centre. As each slave's pussy or cock pulsed with unseen hands, members or mouths, constant stimuli ever present reminding them of their total unquestionable bond to their Queens, they began to return to their shopping. By the time the twins had found every last petty human, the centre was operating more or less as normal. Customers strolled around, ignoring their queens visibly but mentally worshiping them religiously. As people left, they would act as eyes and ears for the girls, act as bodies to control, act as vessels for the essence that would being the hybrid rogues under their power. As newcomers entered the people here would assimilate them, too, passing on more of their Queen's essence, making more vessels. 

Their work done, the Twins left. As they started one of the many vehicles outside, one that had belonged to their subjects within, The Twins decided they wanted to make out. So they did.

The human drives inside them, multiplied by nineteen and strengthened by hundreds, were controllable, but neither Human nor alien were emotionless species. As the totally telepathically linked girls climbed on each other in desperation to get to the other, one found the seat lever and the back clicked down until it lay flat. Now having a bed of sorts her sister climbed onto her and immediately ground her pussy into her twin as her cock slid into the other's wet hole. As they did so, their hands began to glow, eyes lighting up and firey-purple hair shining. Their cells raced, rejuvenating, minds refreshed as they melded together. 

Then something strange happened. Sister on top, rocking and bucking as their glowing hot bodies shared cum and minds, began to shimmer.

So did sister underneath.

Then, sister on top cried out. She threw her head back and cried, as both orgasm and pain hit her. Her sister echoed, grasping each other. Then, sister on top sat up and her head went right through the car's roof. So transparent it was barely visible, she faded away.

Sister two, sister who was underneath, came so hard she broke her leg as she bucked. Not even noticing until she was done she finally opened her eyes and beheld the car's driver seat. 

'Jesus fucking christ...' She exclaimed. The entire area before her pussy was covered in come. The windscreen, steering wheel, roof. Cum dripped from various locations. Looking down, she saw, to her surprise, her pussy had a large sleek purple dildo sticking from it. Taking it and sliding it out with a slurp she saw the extent of the semen she had apparently produced. Shrugging she sat up a little to suck it clean and as she put it to her mouth electricity shot through her, electricity that raised hairs and hardened nipples, that stroked clits and slapped asses. As she felt the waves wash her her nerves returned and she felt something wrong with her leg. Seeing it bent, she cursed and lifted it gingerly to the seat. 

Channeling her power she focused on the cracked bone and with the area surrounded by energy she suddenly swung her hand down and clapped the leg. It clicked into place and the energy she had focused surged into the break, healing it. 

Deciding she could hardly drive a cum-filled vehicle into public, she got out and strode about 8 steps to the vehicle next to it, where she got in and started it up without a key. As she reached to the ignition her fingers closed on a key that did not exist, and turned a lock that had no key pins inside as though this was perfectly normal. Bringing the vehicle out she drove out of the car park without really knowing where she was going. Stopping at the gate she slid a card that was not there into the machine. Finally she reached the main road and turned into the traffic of the city, her strange glowing dildo resting on the seat beside her naked body.

Forty-two people lay sprawled across each other in the former Shana's bedroom. A mess of naked flesh on flesh covered the floor, twitching and writhing as their energies fed into the great Mother above. In the bead the gorgeously inhuman woman breathed hard as her latest pregnancy neared birth. Inside the house six people, three female, three male, milled, functioning not unlike a family in all but their complete nudity. 

For the new beings, their human features were just that - human. The new race would be more or less unable to metaphysically regenerate, alter shape as it were. Not yet, anyway. A variant would eventually be called for to maximize the diversity of the new species. The beauty of their alien mother was that their DNA was made up from that of the human donors on the floor in the bedroom and their alien essence. Inbreeding was not possible and hence flaws through such methods were impossible. 

The new race boasted incredible intelligence, that of about 60 - 100 average men or women. Their bone structure is restrengthened to be about equal to what it would be were it carbon-fibre reinforced with titanium cores. Their muscles are fully shaped, fit and powerful, their bodies well built, well weighted and well fed. Their immune systems resistant to all diseases known to human and Cadothe kind and their organs capable of withstanding extreme stress. They would and could survive on almost anything and could regenerate almost any wound or injury. Their features would be perfect so mating would be an easy task, and mating would be an expected and required activity for all. 

The new species of hybrid people had values. Self worth. Friendship. Community and equality. Looking after yourself in every way meant eating when needed, sleeping when needed, exercise, learning and sex whenever needed. A good physical and mental workout was simply obvious - exercise, intercourse, pursuit of knowledge, all blatantly needed things. They withheld standards, lived by logical codes that dictated only what they knew they needed to live and hence was in no way illogical to follow. Their goal was to recreate the earth with perfect harmony. Nature would be nourished, blossoming along side a future driven society. Technology would advance, but not towards money, but towards economical living, beauty and prosperity. 

This new race was, indeed, perfect. And these six were all booked on flights across the world today. Sarah, who would find a nee name as she created her new world in America, was destined to make love to as many men and women as she could, spreading her seed over the next four or six hundred years before she retired to rebuild nature. Alex, who would find Europe. Jordan was destined to circle Australia. Michael for England. Trish for a traveler's life. Ben, for Africa. 

Together they would spread the world and cleanse the impurities left by humanity. With hugs, kisses and fond touching up, the six eventually made love one last time to each other before leaving for their airports. 

Taylor drove calmly and casually at the maximum speed the blatantly obvious road rules allowed her. Commenting to herself, or perhaps to the strange and somehow powerful dildo on the seat next to her to which she felt an odd attachment, as though were it not deep inside her vagina she were not whole, that the people of the place on which she had been modeled were clearly rather stupid or had some kind of hindering features that made it very hard to not notice and remember such a trivial item as the speed vehicles on the road should pertain to. Wondering further about the race she was designed to look like, she removed her hands from the steering wheel and began examining her body. Lifting a leg slightly she turned the bend with her knee in an effortlessly executed motion as she quite methodically and thoroughly felt every part of herself, noting how some areas offered a pleasurable feeling while others offered a very opposite pain. 

Taylor did not know how her name had come to be so, nor did she know to where the twin she had been a half and part of had vanished. In her mind, she had only half memories, recollections that always contained an identical her in them. Everything she did was the exact likeness in thought and motion to her twin. So where was she now? Under different instructions from the womb which had spawned them both? Or was she the result of the unusually large and powerful orgasm in the vehicle she had left in the parking lot of the supermarket which at this moment was divulging a thousand hypnotized slaves into the world through which she was supposed to hunt her prey.

Her prey. That was the only thing she knew in total. She was to find the three she could feel out there, the large presences. The ones that did not share their thoughts, the three purple dots on a purple radar that told no stories and gave no sensations. She would have them in her mind. She needed to have them in her mind. She needed to feel them, to experience the freedom they felt. Where she had been sent out under the complete control of a being so powerful it was tasked with birthing thousands of brand new people, sent out to find and assimilate these rogues, now she would find and assimilate them for her own freedom. Their strange ability to exist without outside stimuli fascinated her.

Taylor drove onto the street and felt them closer like there was a GPS way point hovering on the road before her. Over 50 different men and women's intelligence burned like an inferno inside her mind, over 50 people's desires and wills and lusts lit fuses and rubbed ice inside her body, over 50 people's skin, strength and features made her body so irresistible mere words cannot explain her. And right now, every single desire, every single wish and whim, every single burning pussy-tingling lust, every logical outcome drove her in, into the house, in where her freedom milled.

She stepped out of the car without turning it off, letting it roll into the fence and stop propped up on a post with a bone jarring wrench. She was sprinting to the house and simply pushed the door open, the lock breaking as though it were made of butter. Striding in she saw the three naked humanoids staring at her and without words raised her hands. They fell to their knees, simultaneously moving hands to pussies or cocks and beginning to saw back and forth. She closed her eyes and waves and waves of stimulus flowed form her and her subjects fell to the floor as they pounded themselves relentlessly fueling the lust filled fire inside Taylor.

Taylor looked down and saw the dildo sticking from her pussy where she had not put it. Then she herself fell to her knees as it began to buzz. It went higher. Level three. She was on her knees. Four, five. Eyes closed as moans escaped her. Eight, nine, she shook as she tried to pump it into her but found her arms would not move. Seventeen, eighteen, she fell back, screaming out writhing just as the three before her were, relentlessly clenching her legs and pussy together as hard as she could to try to get off. Level 45, she was lost, mindfucked, entirely out of physical pleasure and into a surreal ethereal world. 49, Emily, Courtney and Peter changed. Matching dildos formed in their hands and they speared themselves on them, Peter slamming himself into a perfectly made model pussy that was, in reality, Taylors, in two places at once. 

Level 50. A level for every enhanced reality she possessed. 

Taylor came. Fucking hard. Emily came hard. Courtney burst. Peter fired. Everyone blew

As the four of them floated in the nothing world of pure bliss they became aware of each other, saw each other being pounded by cocks or fucked by beautiful women, saw hands massaging and kneading breasts, pulling and sucking at dicks, saw asses being smacked and grabbed, saw tongues sliding in and out of mouths. As each of them experienced such total, whole bliss, they began to merge. Forming together. Their mental beings became one, sliding into each other as, in the real world, their bodies came together, crawling into one big pile, melding, becoming one. The whole room began to glow, purple cracks formed not only on the bodies, but on the walls, floor, ceiling. The ground shook as pure hybrid blood mixed with pure hybrid blood. 




The Bliss of being Shana Pt. 03



Emily sat up, the unmovable steel choker around her neck tightly fastened, metal spikes not only jutting out from the edges but digging into her skin as well, a permanent reminder of her slavery. Chained to her via a thick chain was Courtney, hair a mess, pussy red raw with blood and cum. She sat, eyes closed, swaying slightly, not really with it, her choker as tight as Emily's. Next to her, Peter sat, a tightly fitting thick leather condom-come-cockband encapsulating his member, holding it in position, chained on both sides to a ring around his testicles and with a thick metal ring digging in the base of his shaft. No dick could be seen below the thick black and purple fabric studded with spikes.

And, Standing before them, four long thick chains reaching up from the three of them and piercing right into her wrist on the inside right below her hand where she could grab them at any time, stood Taylor, her body covered in seamless purple lines, thick wide purple that sat flush with her body. It covered her like a tribal tattoo, running up her legs, between her legs where six of the thickest lines met at the epicentre, her pussy, running up her breasts, forming four equal lines that met at her nipples and parted in a circle that boasted and brought focus to the proud rock hard caps. Her face was covered in intricate glowing purple architecture, lines that criss-crossed her cheeks. Most of them seemed either to continue on out of sight or to meet at her eyes, eyes which glowed one solid purple. The bright inhuman eyes shone with glory, victory over her toys burning above her insane lust, her purple firey hair flowing freely, constantly moving as though fan-brushed. She stood, grinning evilly above her subjects, her magnificent breasts standing out loud and proud as she threw back her head and laughed while her subjects below her came and came on one completely synchronised mind, over and over and over...

TO BE CONTINUED.



The Bliss of being Shana Pt. 04A



The B of being S, 4A - Semi-Final

Emily had been here before. As she floated on nothing with hands caressing every inch of her skin, precisely the same sensations being fed to Courtney's mind and Peter's, both floating identically beside her, both with eyes closed, a tiny part of her realized that she had been here before. As the multitude of fingers and other slippery and oh so arousing things slid in and out of her she was barely able to think and her friends were completely out of it, lost beyond return in the totally mind-existing world of bliss. Their lack of presence and complete submission to the pleasure was very much draining the strength Emily had to herself and she found the sudden and random orgasms that would build and hit her within seconds served as a very effective way of distracting her fragile train of thought and shattering her concentration. As she came down from yet another exhilarating high she tried to piece her thoughts back together again as more and more she heard voices telling her how easy it would be to submit and how much better she would feel if she did. She knew them to be right, and knew all too well that it was her own voice that was saying this, her own mind telling her these things. That's how real it was, and how close she was, to loosing it. 

Emily remembered the hospital memories came back, memories of being enslaved in a world of pleasure by the creature all this had started from. His blood, his being, his essence was what drove this entire thing. The woman she was slave to, her own powers, the Mother currently birthing a new race to take the world over. Another orgasm slammed into her pussy up and she shook, muscles relaxing further. She almost lost herself like someone trying to fight sleep but she finally pulled herself out of it only for another to hit. 

Realizing this was futile, Emily was almost about to give up when something struck her. It was completely insane, but in this world of pleasure, it might just work...

Taylor whipped the chains that burrowed deep into her skin and the three animals at her feet yelped as orgasms struck them. They ate faster, cramming to get their tongues into their Mistress, dying desperately to have just a piece of the godly pussy in their lips. Mindlessly as their eyes shone with the depths of their currently hidden power they forced everything they had into and onto their Mistress in a desperate attempt to give her pleasure that would in turn give them pleasure.

Emily fucked herself. In this world of impossible feats, she simply reached up with her head and found her own pussy hanging before her, spread wide, open and inviting. Noting with a wry moment that this was a first, she dug herself in, gasping immediately at what was the closest to physical contact in this plane of existance. She ate with a reverence and for once as she ate she got more aroused which made her want to eat more and faster. It was the ultimate stimuli, a cyclic system of self-contained and self-generated arousal flowing through her. She ate and ate and pressed herself deep inside, sucking open mouthed on her own lips, drinking her own juice deeply. Her hands seemed suddenly to be free, or at least, not held in place by the soft fingers that stroked and massaged them, and she brought her hands up to finger fuck herself. Down below between her legs from the cloudy mist on which they all sat, two very real looking fingers appeared and slid straight inside her, knuckle deep. She gasped and clenched, a jolt of arousal coming as she felt her fingers in a pussy as her pussy suddenly felt fingers in it.

As she sawed, she found her arousal climbed incredibly fast. Fucking and being fucked precisely as she liked it, as only she could, sucking and fingering a cunt as her own was mirrored below her brought her to a rocking motion and she moaned out loud as she rocked on her own fingers. All outside arousal gone, all she could feel was her own cyclic bliss. Emily pounded into herself and in a moment as a huge rush surged through her she pried her sticky lips open and blew cool air onto her raw sensitive clit. She explosively moaned at the sensation and rode higher and higher on the orgasm that was coming to her. 

Taylor's pets were working hard, but one seemed to be occupied. The one formerly known as Emily was sitting back and rocking on it's haunches, a hand between it's legs as it moaned softly, mewling with pleasure. She ground her hips back and forth as her eyes closed. Suddenly infuriated, Taylor struck her whip chains and the former woman, now toy cracked back to all fours, whimpering as she returned to her Mistress's pussy, hoping that her Mistress wouldn't notice as her hand slipped back and returned to her groin...

Emily put her hand in it. Fuck it, it was her mind. Minds could be stretched and so could vaginas. She slid her whole fucking hand into herself and yelled out. It was impossible to describe the sheer pleasure the was bringing herself, she was so close to the edge, so ready to burst. She normally would have come by now, but she had some extra work to do today. She pumped her hand into herself and moaned and bucked, letting out an "oh" with each pump in and out as she simply fucked herself silly.

Taylor cracked the whipchains again as the slut toy again rode herself. To her complete disgust, her slave did not return, but instead pressed her head up to her Mistress, rubbing herself against the soft perfect skin of the God woman as she palmed her pussy and rammed fingers home inside herself. With each whipcrack, she came closer, slowly rising up to her Mistress, lifting herself up her leg with one hand while the other blurred between her legs, rubbing her hand on Mistress's cunt as she went up in a disregard for her own bliss, eventually standing on shaky legs as with a mammoth effort the blonde looked deep into her Mistress's eyes, threw her arms around her and kissed her.

Emily fucking CAME. She blew herself so fucking hard she screamed out as her body tensed and pulsed and within a second she was on top of the woman who had taken control of her, grinding herself into her, juices pooling and mixing as their pussies scissored together. She kissed, hard, squeezing and mashing the purple-covered woman's massive hard capped tits, never once giving up. The other slaves joined in, crawling to their Mistress and licking like dogs, adding wet tongues to her pucker and to their pussies. Hands found tits and kneaded and bodies came together. 

Courtney opened her eyes as she rocked back and forth in the cloudy bliss world, taking in her surroundings as she was fucked by something that was not there. Peter looked down as he saw himself being simulated and massaged by nothing, saw pre-cum emerging from him and pooling inside something that was not visible. The two saw each other and released. They began to swim to each other in the surreal world.

Emily felt herself melding with the woman, felt them becoming one. Their juices mixed, tingled, lit on fire, as their pussies burned with pleasure. They felt each other's pleasure, felt each other's pain. Kissing one was kissing the other, one's raw rubbed clit was the other's. Taylor felt herself slipping to the bliss, felt such strong arousal deep inside her, such feeling she had never felt before that she had no resistance to them. She slipped closer and closer to her own special world of bliss, and as it came closer the better it felt and the more she accepted it. As She came, Taylor was enveloped by the mental cloud of bliss and her mind was completely occupied. 

Emily sat back, sucking the sexy soft lip of the woman under her as her own lip was released from her teeth. She took a few licks at the soft soft pink skin, looked down, then lay on the girl and hugged her. She pressed them together, felt the breasts against hers, felt everything the woman was. Then, she sat up, pried their sticky pussies apart, and stood. Shaky on her feet she found a chair and gingerly felt the choker around her neck, which, at the touch, seemed to not be so sharp. As she tried to grasp it and found it spike-less and clean she found the clasp and removed it, in doing so cutting the permanent bond between them. She felt, in the side of her neck exactly where the chain was, two holes stood out. She truly was physically connected to her. Below her Courtney and Peter lay unconscious and intertwined, gently rocking with the aftershocks of powerful orgasms. In their own world, they had come together and made love, fucking until they cummed out of their trance.

Thirty minutes later with hot cups of chocolate and whisky in their hands the three of them looked down at the demi-god below them, her body covered in strange purple markings, her flawless and incredible curves and sexy features every bit as hot in comparative ungraceful slumber as in dominating control.

'What do we do about her? Courtney said as she sipped her drink and smacked her lips at the sharp tang of the alcohol. Her choker was still on, as she rather liked it, though it's chain hung loosely at her side. Peter's cock brace was now a leather-bound strap around his base with a metal ring pressing into it. A stylish constrictor, now only good for squeezing cum out and keeping blood in and no more. Peter rather liked constrictors, making a mention about how a simple squeeze on the outer blood vessels could double a penis's hardness. He rather liked his former Mistress's present. Emily wore two wrist straps and two ankle straps, thin purple and black leather bands around each wrist and ankle. Each had their own form of restraint on their person as a memorandum of their time.

'She's in her own world of bliss now. She won't come out without a reason to. We're pretty safe. Besides...' Emily said. 'I might have drained her rather substantially when I, made her cum...' She said. She could feel the godly sensations of power rising inside her, the desire to force the slaves before her into sexy hot submission. But Emily also had the former hybrid's intelligence, or something of it, and her strength and power had increased. She held the feelings at bay.

'We need to find the mother. Wherever these are coming from will just keep coming until we find and fuck their Mother.' Emily said. Courtney nodded. 

'But how will we do that? If we could barely win against this, what do we do against a woman so powerful she can give constant birth to an entire race?'

'We don't. I really don't think even the three of us can resist her.'

'Then what do we do?' Peter asked.

After a long pause, Emily said softly,

'We give ourselves over to her. We have to become a part of the new race. It's the only way to ensure we live on... And can have some control over the new people.'

'What?!' Both said in unison.

'Think about it. It's the only logical option. We can't fuck her to submission. We can't just hide her, her spawn will find her and protect her. She will always be a problem. Think about it. We've already lost, we lost when she was first created. All we can do now is be sure that the new race has the right intentions.'

No one spoke for a long while. Taylor twitched. Still no one spoke.

'Look guys... I know this is hard to understand. Hard to accept. But think about it. What stories like this have happy endings? We're not in the movies, we're in real fucking life.' Courtney noticed the cuss, something Emily rarely did. 'We've all been irreversibly changed by this thing. Ever since the hospital, ever since the day I was chosen to be the first Mother for the new race, my life and yours were never to be the same. Emily died that day, Courts. I'm something else. 

When you were injured and the only way to save you was to make you part of what I am, you were lost too. At the time, it was death or a different life. Now, I know that the Courtney we both knew died that day, regardless.'

Courtney looked down in shame, shame because she knew it was true. She felt bad to be her.

'Peter is here because the original being we defeated needed to distract us. He left a physical representation of himself behind as a symbol. Peter was put here to live normally, and to keep us happy, something we earned the day we out fucked Him. But something of him got away, reproduced, and found a new Mother, one with less willpower. The day we defeated Him is the day we doomed the world to rebirth.'

Peter only watched Emily with his intent stare, watching her speak.

'Let's face it, guys. What we have here? Humanity? It's pretty bad. We live in a world designed for money, where the items we have are worth more than the love we hold for others. We pollute to make more of what we want when we could just as easily create more efficient and non-polluting ways to provide what we want in ways that nurture the world from which we originally came. We cut down trees when we have electronic paper, we burn fossils when we have electricity. We eat ourselves away in mediocrity when our combined intelligence can replenish and refresh this planets and give every living being a new equal life. We have the resources to feed the world, but half goes hungry. Guys, humanity has made a complete fuck-up of everything. But us? You, me? We aren't that anymore. We're not human. We can represent humanity, use the intelligence and strength we've been given to heal the world. We have a fresh start here.

Now I see that it was us who were wrong. Where we saw a creature we did not understand trying to rob people of their individuality, while this was the case, his intentions were the exact opposite. Sure, he went about it the wrong way. But we can fix that. We can make changes. People don't have to loose their distinctiveness, forget their skills or lives. All they have to do is care. Nourish those around them and the planet they live on.'

Emily stopped, looked down. 'Maybe i'm wrong. Maybe i'm deranged. But the way I see it, what other choice do we have?'

Eventually, Courtney looked up. 'Emily, I've loved you since the day I saw you. Never in the years I've known you have you made a bad choice, or not known with surprising insight what is needed. I trusted you before, and... I still do. If you think this is the right thing to do, then I'm in too.'

Emily looked up, a smile starting to crease her face. Courtney smiled and gave her girlfriend a friendly, loving, naked hug.

'I agree. While I am not of human origin, I would like to pride myself of being an enlightened person. I have learned much about the race from which you hail, and I believe that what you are showing right now is the human quality of wisdom. You are a wise woman, Emily, and I will stand by your side for as long as I live.' He smiled. 'And the same goes for my best friend, Courtney.'

The three of them hugged.

'Wait a minute. Where's Cara?' Courtney said.

TO BE CONCLUDED



The Bliss of being Shana Pt. 04B



Just a friendly note from the author here. This story serves as the end of the two series tale that began with The Pleasure of being Emily. If you're looking to get off to the fun that goes on in some of the other stories, I recommend you, you know, read them first, or, if you've read them before, again. This is more of a clincher, tying loose ends and properly solidifying the story. So, read this when you've done what you came to do. Otherwise, read on, and thanks for reading! ;)

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Emily, Courtney and Peter drove in silence out into the afternoon sun. Having searched for and apparently lost Cara, they decided that, given their decision, she would not be a problem. Cara was a loose spirit, a Scottish fireball. Cara was off to seek a world she could dominate with her new powers, or to find somewhere she could hide and fit in normally. Either way, the new race that would sweet the planet would eventually find her. 

It took them forty minutes to cross town in peak hour from the small and friendly neighborhood Emily and her beloved girlfriend Courtney had grown up in. Leaving behind their home of years, their jobs, the hospital where this had all started, the hospital from which Peter had come. As they drove in silence, each person seemed to inwardly reflect on their lives, much like a slow version of the flashbacks it is said that people get before death. 

The hugeness of their decision weighed on them as they moved through the bustling city. All around them, people would watch them - people who belonged to a powerful woman who was currently dormant on the seat beside Peter in the back - stopped and stared. They were instructed to attack and subdue the three in the car, seduce them and control them. Yet somehow they did not. As though they knew what was happening. 

As they drove into the sun, leaving the hustle and bustle of the city behind as they hit the urban sprawl of the outer city, they neared the building which housed the epicentre of the imminent demise of the human race as it was, ans the imminent calling of the improved species. A species that would look after the planet that nourished it, a species that would thrive off intelligence, strength and emotion. Where being true to yourself was a joy and an accepted thing, where sex is not shunned and where natural beauty is the best. The new race would retain Humanity's triumphs and victories and improve on it's flaws and failures. 

The three drove on, ignoring the electric buzz in their bodies as the sheer sexual aura and will of the great Mother drew stronger and stronger. 

Cara ran her busty naked body hard until she was far away. Having climbed the fence when she heard the newcomer entering, feeling overwhelmingly used and forgotten as her new core feelings overflowed into her inexperienced mind, she had succumbed to primal instinct and fled. Leaving town she continued to move until she could no more. Far from civilization, she had pushed her superhuman body to it's limits. Standing in the middle of a deserted road, dreary and tired, sweat dripping from her, she collapsed to the asphalt, her naked body landing roughly like a marionette who's strings were suddenly cut. Her flesh pressed into the hard ground as she fell into a deep and troublesome sleep. She dreamt all that her body could imagine, both good and bad. Scenes of sex, sadness, innocent joy and evil torture, of immense stress and refreshing clarity. Her mind struggled to cope with her new additions. 

As she twitched on the road, a passing driver saw her unclothed rear and swerved to the side. Stopping and running to her, he knelt, turning the incredibly beautiful fire-headed Scotts over to take in her full, busty bosom and soft silent lips. As he ran his hand over her, feeling all he could to, er, check for injuries, he already knew that he would simply have to take her home. 

He couldn't leave her out here in the road, naked and alone. 

That wouldn't be gentlemanly, now, would it?

Ned hoisted her up and heaved the incredibly sexy form before him, grinning to himself as her soft sweet skin soothed his rough farmer's hands and her breasts fell into his face. He nestled into her as he carried the goddess of a girl back to his car. 

Mumbling to himself, he tucked her onto the back seat, strapping seat belts around her body and not at all minding when he had to grasp her butt and hoist Cara's limp crotch into his face to slide the seat belt home. With a gentle sniff at her, he smiled again and shut the door. Returning to the driver's seat, he took a long look at the unconscious female on his back seat, smiled, shook his head, signed a thank you prayer to the skies and started up the engine. 

Emily and Courtney finished the kiss, staying together for a moment and simply being together, knowing full well that it might well be the last kiss the two of them would share. As Peter extracted the wrist-band and choker clad woman from the back, her purple lined skin glowing gently like a creature from Star Trek, the four of them turned and made for the house. Emily and Courtney held hands all the way. As the waves of sexual aura washed over them, they opened the unlocked door and entered. Inside the front bedroom, spread upon the bed like a great resting beast lie the Mother. A huge woman, with an even larger stomach, rested upon the sheets. In all her birthing glory she was still beautiful, mesmerisingly so. The four of them looked upon the great queen and the mess of people sprawled around the feet of the bed. Men and women, young and old, all were entrapped in their worlds of bliss and joy, their genitalia and in some cases more of their body encased in the pulsing purple telepathically connected flesh that ran down from her to them.

Without exchanging any words, Peter lay the dreaming demi-mother, spawn of the very creature before them, on the floor. Four slithering beating tendrils snaked from the bed, running like snakes over the legs and arms and bodies below the bed and coming to a rest before the standing group. With a glance at the girls, Peter crouched, took one in his hand, and gently held it to the unconscious girl. It reached out and suckered into her. Immediately she was filled, her pussy enveloped in it. She relaxed and her breathing slowed as she was assimilated with ease into the being. A ripple seemed to pass through the mass.

Emily turned to Peter. She wanted to say something, some fitting tribute to the man who had tried to hard and served so valiantly. All she could think was how she would miss him. 

With tears forming, she hugged him, feeling for the last time his toned chest on hers, his large member pressing softly into her crotch, his supporting arms around her. As she sniffed, she turned back. Courtney stepped over and they embraced too. When they were done, he sat down against the wall of the bedroom, picked up a wet tube, and held it close. His meat rose high and proud and with a soft sound it attached itself to him, sliding over his mass and quickly enveloping it. With a contented sigh Peter relaxed against the wall and the tube began to pulse gently, thickening as the bond between them solidified.

Emily and Courtney held each other. They couldn't let go. Fear and tears racked poor Courtney, and Emily cried with her. Reminding each other that this was the right option, the two sat together, side by side with Peter next to them. They snuggled close, holding hands tightly. The two girls pressed their shoulders together as they reached down, picked up a tube, and slowly brought it closer. With one final kiss, as one, the lovers closed their eyes and brought the members to them. With gentle sucking sounds it immediately found them, sliding, shooting, running into them like water into a cup, filling every single crack and fold, every single open spot. The girls' groins were enveloped and like that they were gone. No resistance, no awareness. Their last memory as the human hybrids they used to be was that of their kiss.

Deep inside the Mother, an addition was made. Intelligence. Something important. Rebellion. Yes. A link to themselves. Something to tell the new species to stay true to themselves. An emotion to create self pride, to promote holding onto what is sacred. The hybrids had come, and they had delivered the final piece of the puzzle. In earnest she began to go into overdrive, creating more and more cells. She would have as many of these perfected children as she could before she died. 

The species that had enabled all this was not an uncaring species. Nor was it lacking empathy. From the world the Cadothe come from, all is one. The entire world is a great living mass of connected individuality, where being an individual was simply a collection of thoughts that were unique. When space travel began, it was not with ships or time machines. The species was never held back from leaving the mass world. They simply never wanted to. Then, one day, one who did not wish to be heard by everyone, a jealous, zealous little one, simply left. He detached from the rest and floated off into space. Time alone passed. He missed home. He grew sad, then regretful, and finally, reproached, hiding his feelings away. In many ways, he became more human.

And then, one day, he careered into an atmosphere. Minding his own business he was suddenly part of gravity again. He rocketed into the mass of the place, his outside solidified by the heat of re-entry. His hardened crust slammed into the planet, sending out a shock wave that razed much of the surface of the world to the ground. Much of his being died, torn and burned from him. He suffered, pain so bad and loneliness on a hard and empty world that he shut down, hid himself away until he felt better. Millenia passed and the world changed around him. When he woke, the world was green, lush. Some kind of life grew. He sensed tiny beings inside the green objects and realized that his mass had scorched the planet, and, over the years his life force had seeped out and fueled the rock to reform, to regrow. Now, what would be called plants grew, and creatures that walked on two limbs and used two more to do things roamed. Crude weapons were formed, and they began to learn. Before long, he began to reach out to them, one tiny branch at a time. It took a long time to find one, but growing into what the locals called a "tree" he had managed to hijack the fruit.

Finally, one ate a piece and fell under his control. But he was too weak to do anything and it died. He mourned for the thing he had created, and vowed to rest until he was well. Further years passed in rest, and when he returned, the green world was covered with grey, huge smokestacks pouring pollution into the air. High above him, a building was being opened. People inside, their life forces seeping out, crying out for help. Confused and still very hurt, and barely thinking, he reached out for them, stretching himself to them in the only way he could think to do so. 

As he found them, he tried to heal. But, in healing them, he also took them, healing himself. He began to grow, and he lifted himself up into a room that was a good size for his mass. He began to thrive, sending more of himself up. He learned about them. And as he encountered resistance, he realized he could not loose his lifeline. The people above kept him alive. He devised a way to suppress them, something to remove their will from them. And, now that he had a solid line of fresh energy, he was regenerating. Slowly, he took his time, reserving himself, and planned. He used his lifeline's intelligence, learned how they worked. And he schemed. Eventually, he had to have more. He needed them all. He wanted supremacy. He wanted a race he could call his own. A flawless race, that could satisfy him like home could.

He needed a bridge between their races. He discovered their mating requirements, and he waited for the ideal female to come. He baited her, and when she was his, he struck. 

Unfortunately, he underestimated their strength.

His plans had changed a lot. Living on in one of the humans he had taken, he had to find another mother. A new birthplace. His defeat at the hands of the hybrid drove him out and he tried to be more covert. Assuring himself his reasons were true, that he wanted to perfect and purify the race, he continued on his journey. He abandoned everything for the goal, lost so much. He chased his goal doggedly. Finally he found a female, but, to his disappointment, she left in an air ship. Confused he found something, an intense attachment to her. He sensed it in a man staring out the window next to him. 

As the old-fashioned man turned, a gold pocket watch chain on his button, the man beside him greeted him kindly. Using the cunning he had learned, he lead him into an empty room and passed into him. From there, he waited. And then he passed into her. He fought her, and she resisted. Finally, after hours of relentless attacking, she succumbed to him. He had won. His life force was spent, but he had won. In silent victory he left contagiousness, his power remaining in the new birthplace for the perfect race. 

It was a long time before Cara woke. It was an even longer time before she began to think again. Her last memories were of a plane flight. A very, very strange plane flight. Fleeting, sketchy memories of weird people, strange, oddly arousing things happening came to her on occasion. She slept for a long time, only really waking enough to drink and occasionally try to eat. The man who had found her helped her, and she didn't question it, had no ability to do so. Her mind, far from coping with her new abilities, had rebelled, and, in the face of uncontrollably overpowering strength of both mental and physical power, her mind reset. Connections broke, new ones formed. She suffered what would normally equate to severe brain damage. Months passed in a coma, as her body rebuilt itself from the severe damages it suffered as it fought the essence of the creature that flowed through her.

It was almost nine whole months before Cara woke up. Nine months sleeping in the spare room of Ned's comfortable farmer's home. For Ned, nine months with a beautiful, defenseless woman is a long time. He resisted his urges as best he could, tried to simply share with her his sheets, his food and his care. Eventually, one late evening when Cara was sleeping peacefully, he gently rolled the sheets off her naked body and, after much gentle touching and holding, he climbed onto her. Assured she would not wake, he pried her gently open and entered her. Her unconscious form rocked gently up and down the soft mattress as he had her, barely even catching breath as her overseer worked up. It didn't take long. When he was done, he fell onto her, lying among her soft flawless skin, gently feeling her, exploring her body and massaging her gently like a lover.

Nine months. Nine months and within three weeks he had violated the girl he was looking after. The only thing that held him from continuously doing so was his shame. But, after a while, he would give in to his desires and again slide between her and the sheets, having his way with the mortally troubled girl.

Nine months later Cara finally began to rouse. Slowly, her body returned to conscious functions. Her first thought was of an overwhelming desire to pee. Then, pain. A headache so huge it almost knocked her out again. Slowly, she began to regain feeling in her body, numb nerves eventually relighting. She felt cold, felt hard material against her sensitive nipples. Very gingerly, she began to take in her senses, sounds and light slowly filtering in. Still without really thinking anything, Cara began to open her eyes. 

The bright light took a few minutes to dim to a non painful glow, and when it had done so, she looked around. There was a ceiling, so that much was good. A light with a fan hung from the centre of the room, and, next to it, an air vent. Slowly, she turned her head and took in the softly colored walls, friendly and welcoming colors adorning them. She saw the dresser with flowers, a radio and a phone. Slippers sat on the floor, propped against the wall. 

Slowly she turned back to the other side, where she took in the smiling face of the kindly farmer who had taken her in. With a mixture of happiness at her waking, sadness at not having the soft body to play with, and worried fear she would not find out what he had done, he gently mopped her forehead as she took in the world around her. Eventually, she found her voice and tried to speak. Immediately he had a glass of water, helping her to gently raise her head and drink. As it washed into her and dampened dry and damaged places, she felt pain, which slowly went away. She drank the rest down and he let her head rest back on the pillow.

After a while, she tried again. 

'What am we?'

'Sorry?' He asked.

'Um... What, are we?' She corrected. ', no, what am I?' Yes, that one was right. 

'Well, that knock must have beat you pretty bad. Don't you remember anything at all, little lady?' 

'What am I? Species? Human?' 

'Well, yes. You're a human female. What makes you think otherwise?'

'I... Nothing. I'm glad. Thank you. Who are you?' She asked, absolutely no hint of Scottish in her voice. 

'The name's Ned. And yours?'

'You know, Ned? I have no idea.' She said. 

'I don't remember anything. I don't know who I am, what I am, or why. Or when or where. I only know what I know from subconscious muscle memory. I'm... I'm a completely clean slate.' She said as she took in her mental state. She made to sit up and he helped her, placing cushions behind her. Slowly but surely, she came to sit upright. She made no play to cover her naked front. Embarrassment was a concept she remembered and understood, but logic dictated he had to have been cleaning her while she obviously had slept, and so he had seen her body. Hence, there was nothing to hide. 

This brought her to her next question, which she asked without looking at him as she looked at herself. 

'What happened to me? I've clearly been asleep. For how long and why?' 

With a deep breath he began to tell her. As he explained how he had come to find her naked on the road, taken her home and looked after her, omitting how he had lusted over her, he told her how he had cared for her, feeding, cleaning and constantly monitoring her. When he had done, she looked from where she had been peering into the sheets at her lower half. 

'Did you molest me?'

'I- what?'

'Did you have any kind of sexual interaction with me while I was in a coma?'

'Why, no, I, of course not!'

She looked long and hard at him. 

'Well, maybe...'

She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. She could numbly feel his emotions, regret, shame, sadness, mixed with joy, friendship and lust. This ability seemed totally normal to her, as, being human had no defined meaning in her clean mind. 

'Please. Just tell me. I don't have any problem with it if you did.'

With a deep breath he shamefully told her about his more and more frequent sexual encounters with her. When he was done she simply sat back. 

After a long while she spoke. 

'Name me.' 

'What? Name you what?'

'Give me a name. I'm a clean slate, a completely fresh person. You have a name. I want one too. Name me.' 

After much thought, he thought of a name. 

'My eldest daughter long ago had a baby girl who passed not long after birth. She called her, Juliet.'

'Juliet I am.' Juliet said. 'Now, tell me. What is a daughter, what is a baby, and how do you make one?'

And so it was that Cara, now Juliet, left her coma and her bed and started a brand new life. With no trace of Scottish left in her, she spoke in a clean accent that couldn't be tied to any particular race. She was comfortable in her body and her mind. From her new friend and mentor she learned much. It turned out Ned was a failed student of advanced physics and had a vast knowledge of many many topics. From him Juliet learned all she could and what he did not know she picked up online. She never realized that she possessed powers that were beyond human perception - very slight mind control and intuition, empath senses, enhanced awareness. She had no reason to believe they were abnormal. She remained healthy and strong and happily went about expanding her intelligence and physical prowess, almost always in complete nudity. The blood that flowed through her, blood infused with alien power, sustained her and she and her partner lived quite happily, far from civilization on Ned's wide spacious farm. 




The Bliss of being Shana Pt. 04B



And so ends one chapter of life, and simultaneously starts another. The era of humanity, at least this part of it, came to a close. With the final key, the spark of survival and rebellion, of love and friendship, the qualities unique to humanity that our three good friends finally added to the Mother, the new hybrid race was completed. Sons and daughters were born and before long the town in which our saga originated was the hometown of all Her offspring. It was then that she grew weak and eventually died, passing herself as sustenance to her children. Here they learned to make love and to them children were born. Possessing extreme intellect, this town of empowered humans quickly expanded, some travelling while others abolished those parts of humanity that were cruel and self serving. Before long, the Angel's Plague had spread around the world where it lept from person to person in a love-driven craze. 

It was a matter or months, perhaps a year, before almost every single human was an enhanced version of themselves. After three, unification was complete. Discrimination between races gone. The money from billionaires was spent healing countries. War ended. Guns melted, factories powered off renewable energy. Every single country leant on it's neighbours, in turn sustaining itself. A unified cycle of life sustained itself. Shortly after 3rd world poverty was abolished, money itself was gone. People worked for love. Food and water was an obvious requirement and hence should not be paid for. Since they could heal and survive with less sustenance, less food was needed. Cattle set free, dams removed. 

Shame was simply deleted. Sex no longer a frowned thing, individuality embraced, uniqueness encouraged and ideal. Life was simply perfect. For humanity. 

Ten years later, under a unified Federation, the first space flight was engaged and successfully completed. Humanity, under its own control, began to explore the wonderful, endless world it lives in. 

And so our story comes full circle. And there's nothing left to tell. However, let me add just one final message to you, Dear Reader. Let this story be a lesson. Do something good with your life. Make someone happy. Do what you love. Help sustain the planet that sustains us. We are, after all, all products of the same being. All born from Nature. We all came from the same womb. 

Love someone. Make some love. And maybe, if we all love a little more, the world will be a better place. 

Good luck, my friends. 

Emily.