6 comments/ 39409 views/ 17 favorites Veneris Redivivus By: Kingmaker711 Vanessa operated her scanner, watching a holographic display map out the surrounding terrain. She sighed. Another day, another survey. She couldn't wait to get off this planet, off this job. Come to Venus they said, a jewel among the stars they said! It didn't take her long to find out that Venus was the butterface planet of the solar system, pretty from afar, a complete hag up close. Sulfuric rain, oppressive heat, and jagged rocks to break down the rovers at every turn while horrific storms threatened to ragdoll anyone who wasn't wearing the right boots. At least the pay was good. She figured she could settle down and start a family once the company had finished terraforming the place. As she finished up with her work, the sun peaked through the clouds for a moment, illuminating her kneeling form like a shining diamond in an ocean of rust, her skin-tight reflective suit doing its best to mitigate the heat. If she could find the silver lining in this job, it would be that the sweaty work and scalding heat had made her body lean and sleek. Her breasts were upturned and athletic, reflective globes that were just as eager as her to burst free from the restrictive confines of the suit. She folded her scanner up, moving towards her rover as she saw the silhouette of her partner, Karla, wave to her through swirling dust clouds. She too had finished her scanning duties and headed for their land vehicle, its exterior pitted and muddied from the elements. Vanessa hopped into the passenger seat, sighing as she closed her eyes, relishing the end of the day. Karla got in soon after, ready to pilot the creaking, grinding mess that was their transport. "Whew! What a day...can't wait to get some chow." Vanessa nodded tiredly. "Yeah...some clam chowder would do me some good right now, or a milkshake. Feels hotter today." Karla ignited the engine, a loud blast signifying it had come to life once more before lurching into action as they drove back to base. Karla spared a brief look of sympathy to her partner. "Oh...about that. All solid state meals got diverted to the boys breakin rocks on Mars." "Fuckers." "Yeah corporate always gets the good shit." All Venus operations were seen as the red headed step child in importance to the rest of the solar system, the other worlds getting the best rations and using hovercraft for transportation. The fruit of the company's low standards was just about to be reaped in full. "Oh shit!" shouted Karla as one of the wheels on the rover blew out, sending them careening into a craggy valley of rock, the front windshield exploding in a shower of glass as the harsh atmosphere flooded into the cabin. The two women bailed out of the skidding hunk of metal before it crashed into a pillar of rock, as a tall, exploding plume of flame heralded its end. Vanessa looked at the wreckage, flames reflecting off her visor. "Well...shit. How far are we from base?" "Four hours." "And we've got one hour of oxygen..." Vanessa looked up into the sky as Karla called for help. "Why? Why do you hate me?" The swirling yellow clouds looked down on her, and for a moment she could have sworn she saw a face within. "No signal!" said Karla. Vanessa shook her head. "Come on, we might get a better signal above." The two trudged up the hill, leaving behind the rocky valley. Once out of the crash site, the two braced down from the blustering winds, now more intense without any rocks to crash against. They scrambled across the thundering, toxic surface, looking for any refuge as their oxygen supply dwindled with every passing moment. Karla hooted with glee, her voice filled with joy as she pulled up her scanner. "Vanessa, there's a cave here, it has just the right levels of oxygen and nitrogen, we can hold out, wait for retrieval!" Vanessa thought that was bizarre. There had been no caves recorded in this area, and that a cave just simply had the right conditions for survival struck her as too good to be true. "That doesn't even make any sense!" "Who cares!" screamed Karla over the howling winds. "It's the only chance we've got!" Vanessa shrugged, her partner was right, but still kept her wits about her, something wasn't adding up. "Let's go!" She charged up her plasma weapon, ready for anything. Both of the explorers slid down the rocky hole, moving far enough into the cave where the oxygen was thick enough to take off their helmets. A hissing sound accompanied their removal, and the first thing the girl's noticed was not the elegant, alien plants that hung from the ceiling, but rather how pleasant the place smelled. It smelled like fresh roses mixed with the smell of rain after a thunderstorm. For Vanessa, she was able to detect something that smelled like the musky aroma of sex. The two tread deep into the cavern, the illuminators on their suits burning through the haze with intense beams of light. Water dripped from stalactites as a ruddy mist wafted around their legs, the walls coated with bio luminescent fungus, glowing lush lavender on one wall, vibrant gold on another. The two explorers were careful not to touch any of the plants, being well versed in safety protocols. Karla had an antennae extended from her wrist, emitting low beeps as it tried to lock on a signal from outside. "Got it!" She stood up on a rock, raising her transmitter as high as she could before speaking into her comms array. "Relay 1138 this is Wild Horse, requesting emergency pick-up. Forwarding coordinates now." Vanessa was squatting down, waving away the mist as Karla rattled off her situation to their superiors. Exploration protocols forbade touching of plants, but said nothing of touching rock formations. As the mist cleared away from the lower wall, it revealed ancient hieroglyphs, indecipherable except for various images of strange women. She traced her finger around the hypersexual curves of the women, all of them endowed with absurd hourglass shapes, while some had developed impossibly large clitorises, acting as some sort of phallus as they mounted other, normally proportioned women. Could it be? A lost civilization of alien hermaphrodites? She scratched her head, technically they weren't hermaphrodites if they didn't have the male equipment, but it still intrigued her how these creatures had adapted female biology for male functions. Oddly she could only see various scenes of fornication and coupling, no other forms of culture present besides an obsession for sex. It was as if it was all they lived for. "Roger that Wild Horse, ETA on pick-up is three hours. Command out." squawked Karla's receiver, breaking Vanessa out of her thoughts. Vanessa turned around, facing Karla, oblivious to the hieroglyphs that were beginning to energize themselves with radiant pink light. "I think I found something, it's going to blow yo-" she was cut short as the ground gave way underneath her, crumbling and dragging her into a black abyss. Karla's survival instincts kicked in, jumping off her perch and rolling on the ground before breaking into a sprint as the rest of the cavern caved in. She stretched her stride, taking a massive jump into a neighboring cave tunnel as the last piece of solid ground fell away from her feet, her momentum causing her to skid to safety. She looked behind, breathing heavily, taking in the newly formed chasm, and then sighed with relief as she saw orange light sticks brighten up the bottom of the fall. Vanessa was alive. *** Vanessa turned off her comms after her status update to Karla. It had been one hour since her fall, and she had spent her time exploring her new space, finding no exits besides scaling the cave's walls. After her fall, her suit's illuminators were damaged and she was just out of glow sticks. Fortunately and curiously, the local fauna had illuminated once she arrived, kindly lighting up her path through the darkness like an airstrip. Just as she felt like she was going to stop and rest for her limping leg, she saw a big flash of light as a grand altar lay before her, casting a brilliant reddish-gold glow over its marble surface. It struck her that the pillars around the altar were vaguely Grecian in their design but still very alien. She stifled her suspicions as she went up its craggy and overturned steps, noticing how only one figurine stood upon the alabaster altar. It was in the shape of a human woman, yet not quite human, mirroring the hieroglyphics she saw earlier. Stylistic variations aside, this lady's face was far too alien, her physique, while technically possible on a human being, would be absurd, requiring a colossal amount of surgery and Olympic level fitness. She lifted the figure from the altar, and before she could react the sound of churning gears echoed in her ears as a gust of pink mist blew right into her face, sending her tumbling down the altar steps. She coughed violently as the pleasant smelling mixture was inhaled deep into her lungs, the spores infesting her at a cellular level. By the time she hit the bottom of the steps, she was reaching for her throat, gasping and desperate for air. She knew she was in danger when she felt her vision grow cloudy, the smell of the mist like the cave but many times more intense. A prickling sensation bloomed in her chest, surprisingly pleasant as it sent tingles down her spine. She felt herself growing hot, her suit becoming suffocating and claustrophobic. She fumbled for her medical pouch, scrambling for common Venusian antidotes. She gasped as she felt her pussy spasm and then a wave of sexual heat blast through her body, not quite an orgasm but very near it. Her fingers seized up and her back arched as she reveled and writhed to the intense sensations boiling through her veins. Her antidote vial smashed into the ground, allowing a wave of blue fluid to go seeping into the soil. Vanessa looked at the broken vial hopelessly, her chances of fighting off this exotic toxin were slim with it, and completely nonexistent without. She moaned lustfully, jerking on the ground as every chafing movement her suit made against her skin created the most divine sensation, each contortion heightening her pleasure. Within her rapidly melting brain, the rational part of her mind hung on, running through ingrained safety procedures. She brought her comm speaker up to her trembling lips, at the edge of orgasm. "Karla! I've been...foreign contaminants...unnngh-" Her spasming arm smashed into the dirt, breaking her comms as every bit of her self became mush from mind numbing pleasure. She wailed in delirious joy as her body surrendered to its release, drowning her in sensual delight. Primal wanting and desire thundered through her mind, erotic heat beginning to burn through her nerves like molten knives, smothering her brain in carnal bliss, her loins shuddering and succumbing to the most alien of seductions. She let all conscious thought shut off before being ripped wide open, her strong will final broken upon the altar of pleasure as an alien will delved into her vulnerable mind. She felt her whole body throb obscenely, pulsating from the inside, making her claw at her suit, trying to relieve the pressure, her body feeling instinctively that it was wrong to be clothed. Just before she blacked out from overwhelming ecstasy, she felt her breasts tingling and concentrated heat rushing to her sex, and then knew nothing but the impossible visions that burned into her mind. She saw the cosmos rush by, stars and spirals that no man had ever seen and then she saw her. The embodiment of all that was feminine. A walking ideal of beauty. She had gone by many names, walked as woman and beast, and had deceived the earliest generations of mankind. Aine among the Celts, Bastet among the Egyptians...Aphrodite among the Greeks. She had been chained underneath this world by her fellow gods, to prevent the greatest world from being remade in her image. Her world, once a place of paradise and pleasure, had been virus bombed into oblivion by their arcane technologies, ensuring not a single cell of her creations would remain to infest the rest of the cosmos. But not even gods can see all ends, for as each millenia passed by, Aphrodite grew more cunning, more hungry for vengeance and more uncontrollable in her lusts, yearning to explode and spread her love and life into the galaxy once more. Through the fickle machinations of fate, she had just found the woman that would rebirth her species. Vanessa moaned, arching her back as the Venusian infestation took hold, feeling her breasts ripple and expand underneath her suit, the silvery layers tearing apart as the rest of her body expanded into amazonian proportions. It had become clear to her, how her Goddess was betrayed, how she was denied her right to live. She howled in lust, her humanity burnt away in the flames of passion. She rejoiced in her pleasurable surrender, fully embracing the changes that swept through her body. The reflective contours of her suit broke away, revealing the moist, shaking mounds that were her breasts, her screams of joy now resembling some alien beast in heat rather than anything a human could produce. Were she conscious of her changes, she would have noticed how her breasts, now swaying from her convulsions, had a pinkish red tone, as did the rest of her skin. Her complexion, paled from her months in space, blossomed with fresh color, inhumanly vivid as her face twisted into surreal symmetry, more perfect than a Grecian statue. Her eyes fluttered as her hips bucked up in the air, as if humping an invisible lover, so desperate was she for penetration. Her chest had become as bountiful as it was pink, her modestly sized breasts overcome by ever inflating peaks of voluptuous flesh, bouncing to her gyrations and shuddering to her titanic pleasure. The fuller they grew, the more stimulation she felt, the budding tips of her heavy tits growing more sensitive by the second, rising up with arousal, just as eager as her to be fondled and sucked. She moaned as she writhed in the dirt, scraping her bottom along the ground as a deep warmth filled her buttocks. Her ass cheeks jutted into prominence, ripe and ready for groping, looking as if they were sculpted over years of intense training. She moved her hand down to enlivened pussy, masturbating as she convulsed on the cavern floor, letting herself mutate and be remolded in her Goddess's glorious vision. As she climaxed once more, a purpose greater than pleasure itself came to her. She must spread, create more of herself. All higher functions of thinking had been blotted out, all that resounded through her mind was the irresistible urge to mate with others, be they man or woman. Through her mental cloud, she was vaguely aware of Karla. Her mouth watered and her pussy moistened at the thought of converting her, a contented growl leaving her lips as she wallowed in her animalistic thoughts. She exhaled deeply as her sexual spasms came to an end, the only thought lingering in her primal mind being of total gratitude to her Goddess and the sacred mission she must carry out. She let her feminine hands glide down her delicious body, fluttering in between the soft and full valley of her colossal tits, and down her carved midsection, her fingers taking in the exquisite feast of feminine curves her body had become. Vanessa was gone. The brave girl who grew up on a penal colony, fighting the boys even though she lost every time, the one who dreamed of being a great space explorer, who dreamed of having a family of her own one day, was forever enslaved. Without pity and without remorse, Aphrodite took her into her lustful embrace, never to be given back to humanity, destined to be the Eve for a new generation of her species. The creature that used to be Vanessa rose from her tattered suit, ribbons of mercurial cloth falling away like the molt of a creature that had just shed its skin. Her body was naturally inclined to feminine stances, pushing her breasts out as she jut her hips to the side, her new consciousness taking in her new form. She gasped with pleasure as she sank her hands into the dewy, pink globes of her breasts, her fingers immersing themselves in the softness of her ripe mounds, while she moved her other hand to her thick bottom, giving herself an experimental slap as her round cheeks bounced with a jiggle before returning to instant firmness. Her inquisitive eyes, normally brown, were no longer, having been rendered milky and white, her pupils just a slightly darker shade of white than the rest of her eye, filled with no other desire but desire itself. She smiled, and looked at her new claws, sticking them into the ground as she plotted her escape. *** Karla still sat by the chasm, entertaining herself for the last few hours by bouncing rocks off the plants, watching as they lit up in a new array of colors on each impact, but soon, even that lost its appeal. She looked at her timer, and sighed. Still an hour left until pick-up. And not a single update after Vanessa's bizarre message. She tried not to think of her family, of her little boy and his charming father. She had not seen either in a year, and today was the final day of her contract, before she brought home the payday of all paydays. They said it was bad luck to think of loved ones the day you retired, and she was starting to believe it, her husband was on her mind when the rover's wheel gave out. Something broke her out of thoughts, a steady, cadenced sound. It was not the banshee winds closer to the entrance of the cave, nor the constant drips of water. It sounded like scraping, and it was growing closer. She stopped what she was doing, her body tensing as she strained to hear for the source of the disturbance. Only the incessant sound and the beat of her heart filled her ears. She leaned to her left, peaking over the chasm and paled as she saw a fleshy creature scaling up the wall, a leap away from the cliff itself. The beast's howls drowned out Karla's screams as she scrambled down the tunnel. The Venusian beast leapt over the edge, its shining muscles taut and sculpted to perfection, a marvel of bioengineering, refined over a millennia of eager propagation and predatory mating. Karla had managed to hide in a dark corner, barely controlling her breath. First the rover and now this. Stranded on the same day she discovers hostile alien life. She couldn't believe how harshly fate had conspired against her. She brought up her comms, lowering its volume as she tried to reach Vanessa, but to no avail. She cupped her mouth to stifle a whimper as she saw the silhouette of the creature come into view. It had been running on all fours, and when it got up to walk on its feet, she saw it was a she. As she sniffed the air, Karla took in the woman's lush curves and statuesque body, her long, graceful legs and robust thighs easily pushing her above six feet tall. She seized up in fear as the woman lowered her head and seemed to stare straight right at her. Karla sobbed when she realized she was staring at her, the cave having betrayed her by illuminating the moss behind her, giving away her position to the voluptuous woman. The woman walked with unhurried grace, licking her lips as she came into view, her pinkish skin illuminating under the luminescent plants. Karla backed up against the cave wall, paralyzed with indecision. She so desperately wished Vanessa was here, only she brought her weapon today. Damn! Of all the days to be lazy and leave something she never thought she needed...it had to be this one. It couldn't end like this, she refused to believe it. She shook her head back and forth, denying reality as beauty incarnate stood before her. The woman slowly lowered herself before her prey, tilting her head in curiosity at the shaking mess that was Karla. Veneris Redivivus Karla opened her eyes and found the woman was still there, peering into her with alien intelligence. Her calm and deep breaths stood in stark contrast to the raving beast she was on the rocky wall. Her youthful, round breasts heaved to her focused breath, the creature that was formerly Vanessa relishing every intimate moment of its catch. Karla met the woman's gaze, overcome by her deeply sensual aura and eerily blank eyes, thinking for a flash that this woman could be Vanessa's sister, as little traces of her partner peaked through the alien's unreal features. Her eyes drifted down the alien's neck, onto her bulging, luscious breasts and toward her engorged pussy lips, her entire body radiating heat, advertising she was in her sexual prime and ready to couple. With a seductive smile the woman reached forward in a single motion, grabbing Karla by the head and giving her a deep, passionate kiss. Karla found herself moaning, surprised by how how dewy and soft the alien lips felt, how she wanted to wallow in her warm embrace as tingles raced up her spine, her instincts screaming for her to escape. Karla leaned back, relaxing into the moss as she stared into the inhuman eyes of her alien lover, blissfully entranced and brushing away feelings of alarm. She felt oddly calm, as if everything was going to be alright and she would see her family again, her previous terror evaporated. Vanessa stretched over Karla's body, pressing her liquid smooth breasts and the rest of her form against her, as she renewed her gentle, loving kisses. Karla could only mewl in response, reveling in the cloudy feeling of acceptance and heady arousal as the woman's tongue danced with hers. All the while, the pleasure drunk explorer could feel her space suit quickly dissolving underneath the alien's warm embrace, the fluids running off Vanessa's skin removing Karla's second skin as subtly could be. That which could not hold love and lust, that which was dead, would melt before the Venusian's grace, an adaptation Aphrodite saw fit to bless her daughters with ages ago to further the spread of her kind. Vanessa began writhing more upon feeling Karla's flesh. The hunter's calm that inundated her mind moments ago slowly melted before a predator's lust with only one goal in mind: reproduction. Being the only member of her species, her mating instincts were imprinted stronger than most of her kind, knowing just how vulnerable she would be if she did not trigger an outbreak of lust and passion. She gripped Karla tightly, rubbing her silky mountains of pink titflesh against Karla's modest breasts, as she moved her other hand to clutch her pert bottom, her covetous fingers squeezing her cheeks with burning urgency as she ground herself against her former partner's moistening thigh. Karla moaned in turn to the woman's more heated attentions, her body breaking out in a sweat from their combined heat as she felt something swelling along her leg. She was much too dazed to scream, and only smiled when she saw the woman's clit engorge and throb into a penetrating spear, eager to plunge itself within Karla's flowing slit. Vanessa trembled and quaked as she sucked on Karla's hardened nipple, massaging her other breast as she finally sank her feminine organ deep into her lover's warm depths. She let out a deep moan, her heavy bosom shuddering as Karla fit her nipples around her fingers, squeezing her swinging tits in dazed delight as Vanessa's body rewarded her for following her instincts. Karla stiffened at the actual touch of her penetration, the physical sensation breaking her out of her fog for a moment, the reality oriented side of her brain caught between disbelief and horror that another woman was somehow inside her. Just as quickly as the realization dawned it was snuffed out, the intense feeling battering away her defenses and choking off her self-preservation instincts, her body relaxing as her inner walls let Vanessa sink deeper into her body. Vanessa grabbed Karla's face and mashed her into her huge breasts, her fertile, wide hips now working the explorer over as her mind became absorbed with primal rutting, caring for nothing but reaching her peak and spreading the gift of her Goddess. Karla began sucking on her tit, the soft, rosy globe practically flowing into her mouth from ample lubrication. Vanessa howled in response, Karla's attentions shooting pure ecstasy to her loins, swelling it even more as her lover's velvety muscles massaged and contracted around her organ, eager for her offering. Karla gulped down another sweet torrent of nectar from Vanessa's ripe, juicy breast, alternating between her moist orbs, as her body went into overpowering arousal, her throbbing pussy pushing the alien to spew her juices deep inside her. It felt right, everything about this felt right and her thighs widened in supplication, desperate for her essence. Deep down, Karla knew she should back out, but her lusts compelled her passivity, her submission, her desire growing as Vanessa reached her peak. Vanessa screamed as she mashed her fingers into Karla's breasts, slamming her hips against her as she boiled over into her climax. Karla shuddered in ecstasy, feeling Vanessa gush and flood her fluids into her womb as she leaned down to jam her tongue down her throat. As Vanessa kept her tongue buried in Karla's mouth, pressing her massive, teardrop breasts against her, she heard the voice of the Goddess. "Take her! Bequeath my gift unto her and give me another daughter!" Her eyes fluttered at the sound of her voice, and at the intoxicating pleasure of climaxing while colonizing another host for her Goddess's will. Karla felt Vanessa give out a animalistic moan in her mouth as she sensed the slow, rhythmic pulses of her organ, pumping a never ending torrent of fluids into her clenching depths. Her eyes glassed over as orgasm after orgasm swept through her being, feeling prickling sensations all over her body as the spores infested her nervous system and bonded with her cells, changing her forever. Her back arched and her toes curled as the infection ran its course, her malleable mind having completely given itself over to pleasure. Drool streamed from the corners of her mouth as her muffled mewlings floated in the air, her subconscious feeling pleasure and fear at a primal level, knowing that her very identity was coming to an exquisite end. But soon fear gave way to acceptance, the new mother and faithful wife ceasing her weak protests and falling into silence and submission, with only the liquid squelching sounds of Vanessa's pumping organ filling the air, utterly succumbing to her transformation... *** Captain Richards drew closer to the pick-up location, his co-pilot, Aneta, having lowered the power to the back thrusters as their drop ship began its descent. Both were corporate types through and through, unlike the blue collar workers they were rescuing. After reaching optimal altitude, the captain set the craft to auto-pilot, letting it hover above the ground on stand-by. He reached for his mug of coffee, drinking deeply of it with a satisfied sigh. "Alright Aneta, you know the drill," he propped his feet against the console as he leaned back into his chair, "drop the tin men. Looks like we gotta rescue some lost farm girls." Aneta snickered as she entered the commands into the digital display, and with a deep whoosh three pods hit the sweltering surface, deploying a unit of metallic androids, their glowing blue eyes standing out against the dim environs. Aneta stood up, deliberately stretching in front of her captain as she pushed her ample chest out, smiling as she noticed a few quick glances. Soon she would put the moves on him, and then not long after, hopefully make captain herself. She walked over to his chair, massaging his shoulders as he sunk further into the soft cushion. "Ah...that's nice...real nice..." Aneta smiled, working out knots until she looked at one of his screens tracking the workers. Something wasn't right. "Captain...I think we need to do some maintenance because unless I'm mistaken, the trackers are broken. There's no way they can be moving that fast." Richards leaned forward, a frown on his face as he took a closer look at the data slate. She was right. Either they got a new pair of legs or he was hallucinating. They moved so fast their tracker dots were never steady, disappearing and reappearing, growing ever closer to their position, moving towards their three drones at impossible speeds. He was befuddled. And he did not get where he was today by being befuddled. The captain wrestled with the unreality of the scene playing out before him, searching for some rational explanation, but before he could, his comms sparked to life, an android reporting in. "Captain, this is AV-2, reporting unknown objects moving at 160km per hour. Requesting orders." The captain paused for a moment, and then decided. "Open fire when safe." "Roger that." Aneta gasped at his order. "Sir...sir they'll fire us for killing corporate assets!" Richards scoffed as he diverted power back to the thrusters. "Buckle in and calm down. I've seen some weird shit in my day, but the day two people run like ghosts and home in on our position in a pincer movement, I'm inclined to think they don't mean well." He looked at the trembling co-pilot, a look of sympathy flashing across his stern face before becoming commanding once more. "Whatever they are, they're not human." Aneta buckled in, preparing the ship for dust off as it slowly changed direction. She took a deep breath as her panicked fingers punched in commands while the captain put his headset back on. The craft rose higher in the air, leaving behind the drones to buy more time. Richards engaged the thrusters just as the drones opened fire, blue plasma streaking the air beneath them as the bounding aliens ably flitted between their arcs of fire. Aneta's hands shook, holding back her welling up eyes as she fought back her fear. "Relax, we'll make it." his voice calmed her, and he flashed her that electric smile that always made her swoon, admiring his confidence. Confidence that was ill placed. The craft staggered with a sickening lurch, the captain having underestimated the leaping ability of their assailants. It rollicked a second time as the other beast skittered across the roof, scrambling for purchase on the ship's sleek exterior. Aneta nearly broke down from the shrieking and the sound of tearing metal, their Goddess imbued abilities enabling them to move through metal and other inorganics like water. Right then, Richards made the decision to crash the ship, finding an outcrop of jagged rock to plummet into. He wouldn't tell Aneta of course, not wanting to bring her more despair in her last moments, but he was damned if he was going to die ignobly, ripped to shreds by whatever the hell they were. He came from a long line of military men, each making the family reputation grow with their acts of valor. He was taking these beasts with him. As if sensing the falling ship, Vanessa and Karla redoubled their efforts, having finally ripped through the roof and landing in the drop chamber for the androids. Such a gray, dull, lifeless place offended their sensibilities, it demanded to be destroyed just as much as the previous drones, but instinct impelled them forward, their elongated nails tearing through the command doors with far more finesse than the craft's reinforced exterior. They howled in victory as the door crumpled underneath their advance, their mouths salivating at the sight of their new prey. Harsh Venusian atmosphere stormed in behind them as Vanessa filled the doorway with a pink, mucus like material from her hand, creating an airtight environment once more while Karla leapt over to the captain, pulling him away from the controls. A remnant of her human mind surfaced, not knowing how to pilot the ship but knowing how to set it to auto-pilot, immediately correcting the ship's suicidal course. With the ship stabilized, Karla stepped away from the controls and the two aliens calmed down. Vanessa's demeanor was almost placid as she stepped over the captain's body, eying him with glee as his terrified eyes gazed upward to the underside of her heavy, torpedo like tits and the engorged lips of her flowing sex, dribbling her sweet juices down her silken thighs. Karla knelt down to a scrunched Aneta, the co-pilot cowering in a corner as Karla's mammoth breasts filled her vision, the seductress running her comforting hand across the woman's face before trailing her finger between the woman's breasts, her finger melting through her red uniform with ease as it met the soft flesh of her pert chest. Aneta calmed down, her body defenseless against Karla's soothing pheromones as the alien woman eyed her with surprising gentleness. When the pink skinned creature leaned in for a kiss, Aneta did not resist, her lips surrendering themselves to the seductive woman's attentions as both moaned in pleasure at the warm, sensual sensations. Vanessa held her hand over the captain's mouth, making quiet hushing sounds as he struggled underneath her hold. Her thighs splayed out over his body, as her new musculature exerted tremendous strength over his, her gleaming breasts rising and falling to her steady breath while a new humming sound entered the cabin. She seized up, moaning as she arched her back, her eyes suddenly beginning to glow in a multitude of pastoral colors. Richard's muffled sounds of terror grew louder as the woman became possessed, his conscious mind screaming for him to escape and rescue his co-pilot. When his eyes darted to Aneta, a knot of despair formed in his stomach, seeing her begin to caress the smooth curves of her violator as she kissed lovingly into her lips, her clothing quickly dissolving underneath the alien's touch. "Ahh yes...the touch of a man..." said Vanessa, her expression blank as her illuminated eyes bore down on his. Richards shivered at the sound of her voice, its expression incredibly sensuous and velvety with an undercurrent of discordant notes."Too long have they been bereft of my graces and that of my daughters." Richards felt his cock swelling with desire as it began to slide up through his pants, the wet grinding of the alien and her large, swaying breasts instilling smoldering arousal in his veins. She leaned down to his face, kissing him passionately as the tremendous slopes of her breasts swept and slid along the contours of his chest, the dissolving fluids on her moist skin making the threads in his suit burst and rip apart. Richards panicked even more when he heard her voice in his head, while her tongue was still buried in his mouth, making moans down his throat as the soft, dewy flesh of her bosom finally mashed into his bare skin. "My lust for you is only equaled by my desire to remake you in my image..." Her ominous words moved the captain to one final spurt of action. Pushing his will to survive to the fore and focusing all his inner masculine strength to break free, he threw her off, much to the Goddess's surprise. His muscles were sore beyond belief as he stumbled for the plasma pistol underneath the captain's chair. The Aphrodite possessed Vanessa howled in rage at his rebuke, his escape stinging her with a potent message that her cherished species wasn't superior in all aspects. Captain Richards dove for his weapon, grateful its power cells were fully charged. As he swung his pistol at her he tried to think of some famous last words for posterity, that might chronicle his last moments on the flight recorder. Only mush tumbled out of his mouth, the alien having introduced muscle relaxants into his system with her kiss. Already his hands struggled to keep a good aim, so he took fire. Vanessa crossed the distance between the two with preternatural speed, the good captain only having time to get off one shot, hitting her square in the thigh just as she brought her hands around his neck and gun. The weapon melted into goop at her touch, while her wound mended just as quickly. He felt a new weight as her voice smashed into his thoughts once more. "I will not be denied human! Weapons of war are nothing before weapons of lust." Vanessa gasped in pleasure at memories that were not her own, her host mind subject to visions of ancient battles between Ares' legions and an earlier form of Aphrodite's maidens."To fight me is to fight your nature...nature will always win. Surrender to beauty, let me fill the galaxy with my paradise..." Richards sighed as he felt her hot, wet folds envelop his cock, his panic from earlier blinding him from the fact that he was naked. He couldn't help but relax as her words kept on resonating through his head like a mantra, his eyes drifting over to Aneta while hopelessness filled his being. Her legs were spread wide apart as the alien thrust into her, her voluptuous, firm ass cheeks bouncing in rhythm to her mating rut. He wondered how the rosy skinned creature could be penetrating Aneta, not being able to see any sort of phallus on the one that was riding him. "As you can see, your compatriot made no attempt to flee from my gifts. She gives herself willingly to my embrace, as you shall. No pain, only pleasure everlasting." Richards groaned as her clamping pussy drove down on his shaft, her inner walls tantalizing his nerves with exquisite contractions, deep, powerful and rhythmic. It was almost as if he was observing his body from the outside, so pliable he was to her attentions, as he felt his hands being lifted up and mashed into her heavy tits, the wet, pink globes sliding between his fingers with incredible softness."Imagine no war, no suffering, no injustice. Only peace, only pleasure, only...perfection. Lose yourself to me, and become so much more. Become...me." Aneta's moans rang in the air as she suffered another orgasm from Karla's expert attentions, her face pressed into the bouncy swells of her pillowy breasts, Karla's inhuman cries of pleasure growing louder as she approached her peak. Her desire to satiate her lust was as intertwined with the need to spread the will of Aphrodite, and colonize another host, an inevitable fate that Aneta was blind to, her mind nearly blank from orgiastic ecstasy. Richards too, had become more accepting of his destiny, the ripe, feminine curves that adorned his lover jiggling and swaying in a mesmerizing rhythm, making her notions of paradise all the more easy to accept. With an ear drum splitting scream of pleasure, Vanessa suffered the most powerful climax her alien frame could handle, her sex gushing a torrent of her love juices all over her juicy thighs as her swinging breasts shuddered to her extreme trembling. Richards felt her pleasure too, and succumbed to it, her clamping inner walls, vice like in their pressure, massaged his vital seed from his manhood in powerful strands. His eyes rolled back into his head as all conscious thought was torn away in a maelstrom of pleasure. Vanessa fell over his body, her breasts pressing their soft weight into his chest as Aphrodite left her parting message."At last human, you shall become me, another consciousness added to the grand entity of lust..." With an orgasmic gasp Vanessa quaked once more, the vivid light leaving her eyes, now white as swirled cream, her Goddess having taken leave of her shell, leaving Vanessa's animal instinct to assert itself. The instinct of colonization. Vanessa forced her sacred elixir, mixed with Richards' seed, out of her womb and back into his cock, the infectious fluid seeping through every pore and into his very cells. His body shook and twitched as Aphrodite's concoction scoured his human DNA, disassembling and then reconstituting it with her own admixture. Veneris Redivivus His manly features softened as a ruddy blush spread across his skin, his stubble and body hair falling away, revealing feminine smoothness. His groans of pleasure raised in pitch, until the tonal quality was no longer human, but distinctly female. Vanessa struggled to keep her huge breasts steady on his chest, the former man's moistening skin making her spectacular mounds slip and slide, all the while she suffered another orgasm, her reward circuitry sending her pleasure for creating another of her species. Her incoherent gurglings of ecstasy were a far cry from the sentient spirit that inhabited her body only moments before, but even in her sexual haze, her animal side recognized the loss of sensation as her victim's cock shrunk down and out of her sex and became a subtle nub upon the growing, flowery slit that graced her groin. Such was the price of eternal beauty. Her primal mind no longer had the capacity to ponder the loss of identity of her lover, only that instinctively, they would provide each other much pleasure in the future. Meanwhile, across the cabin, lay Aneta, writhing in bliss as Karla's engorged clit spewed her sexual fluids deep into the co-pilot's love canal. At the mere contact of the liquid upon Aneta's inner walls, a fiery orgasm exploded into her being, slamming through her mind, driving her insane with ecstasy. Her body convulsed violently, her sex making strong contractions and undulations along Karla's organ while her nerves were thrown into paroxysms, her fingers and toes spasming to her overwhelming stimulation. The conscious part of her mind wondered what was happening, feeling something change within that she was hopeless to stop even if she wanted to. Her glassy eyes drifted over to what she thought was Captain Richards. He too, or rather she too, was jerking along the floor, while the woman straddling her was busy grinding herself against her pussy, moaning into Richards' mouth as their colossal peaks of breastflesh pillowed against each other. Aneta's gaze fell upon herself once more, looking at her hand and the remnant red cloth that still clung to parts of her body. She moaned when she felt Karla grab onto her tits, squeezing like a maniac, her eyes wide and eager, almost expectant of something, all the while she felt a strange, warm sensation start from her finger tips. She gasped as a deep shade of pink began to spread down from her hands and onto her arms, a sensual sensation lingering in her nerves in the wake of the flood of color. She heard Karla scream in joy as the rosy tide enveloped her chest, feeling the slow but seductive expansion of her breasts, the combined feeling of heaviness and passion burning through her veins making her moan in rapture. Her pleasure struck convulsions intensified as her breasts grew more ripe and bountiful, relishing the feeling of Karla's fingers kneading her abundant, unimaginably soft flesh. Karla took a sharp intake of breath as she felt her budding nipples poke into her palms, feeling the sheer power of the Goddess throb and pulsate underneath her widening, swelling tits, pleased she had been the conduit for such a blessing. Her crazed eyes took in her victim's new endowments, her fingers squeezing along their puffy slopes before letting go, seeing the feminine majesty her breasts had become, blossoming into jiggling mounds the size of cantaloupes, but blessed with a vivid blush. Her smile widened when she saw the wave of pink crawl from her full chest and up her neck, rejoicing that soon her mind would feel what her body already had: the touch of the Goddess. Aneta fell into a continuous chain of powerful orgasms when the bright coloration of her skin reached up to her face, like greedy tendrils of fuchsia, eager to change her visage as it did her body. She screamed as she felt her facial structure remolded, euphoric tingling sensations accompanying her change. Until she felt more, a deeper sensation that reached beyond surface appearances, as if the color was somehow going beneath her face and through her brain. Whatever had changed her, had at last penetrated her mind. Like a burning lance it pierced into her very being, her memories, her dreams, who she was and who she could have become, all swept away for one purpose. Eternal servitude to the Goddess. Realizing her new fate, Aneta let out a weak whimper. Her self-awareness would be short lived, as would all forms of abstract reasoning, such things were superfluous to a being of sexual and feminine perfection in service to Aphrodite. The incredible feeling of being made a sexual husk was divine, her body twitching in Karla's grasp as a creamy mixture foamed out of her mouth. She tried to vocalize her pleasure in distinct words, but all that came out were primal grunts and moans, her capacity for language redundant when connected to the Goddess's will. Overwhelming pleasure battered her nerves, her body so overloaded with ecstasy that it did not register Karla's stimulation of the heavy, glistening swells of her tits. Her bee stung lips caressed her generous bosom with loving care, while her long fingers groped and sank into the juicy pink globes of her bottom. A slight smirk had affixed itself upon Aneta's face, her amber eyes fluttering while milky clouds filled their center, washing out her irises and pupils, as was characteristic for her species. The last thought she had as Aneta, was just that: she thought of her name, Aneta Moore, born on the Lunar colony in March- and then just as quickly as the thought arrived, it was sucked away. With a loud moan of orgasmic pleasure, the stunning co-pilot was no more, just another maiden of lust for Aphrodite's cosmic takeover. On the other side of cabin, the creature that used to be Richards gasped in delirious joy, her breasts growing exponentially larger on her chest, soon competing with Vanessa's for dominance, titanic mounds of carnal flesh bobbing and pressing against each other as both thrashed in orgasmic bliss. All that used to be Richards was burned away into its most component parts, his skill for flying organized to one portion of his mind, the locations of past mistresses and lovers, filed away to another. In a matter of seconds the supremely female alien had completely abandoned her past life, her eyes passing from ice blue to creamy white as new directives burned with urgency in her mind. She looked upon Vanessa, teasing a finger down her full breasts while caressing her own, her mind unused to the sensuous and lush softness that rested on her chest. Distantly, her refined senses detected two more of her kind, standing by. Karla and Aneta leaned against each other like two lovers in need, both nuzzling in each other's necks, gently stroking their soft curves while rubbing their pussies together. The gigantic, youthful globes of their breasts practically melded together, creating a vast expanse of silken, pink cleavage, both moaning at their attentions, relishing the calm that had fallen over the cockpit. Gone was the panic, the raucous screams of pleasure and the sounds of slapping flesh. Only quiet whimpers and gasps of pleasure filled the air, the embodiments of beauty and desire taking a moment to catch their breath and enjoy themselves before they set out to fulfill their Goddess's sacred directive: galactic domination. *** Jim Smith's bleary eyes stared across a vast array of security screens, their bright light reflecting off his smudged glasses as he took another drag from his cigarette. He had been especially busy tonight, coordinating security response teams to secure down the hab blocks for surveyors and miners. Some kind of panic had set in among their living quarters. He attributed it nothing more than hysteria blown out of all proportion among all the provincial, 'little people', the valuable yet expendable cogs that kept the company running. He enjoyed his job, one of the few things he was truly good at, whether it be smashing unions into a bloody pulp or gassing rioters for higher wages, he exacted a simple pleasure for punishing his fellow man. But tonight, the man who had quelled a thousand insurrections noticed something curious about the surging crowds. It was not rage or greed that impelled them forward, but fear. Fear of what? He squinted his eyes as he saw men throwing themselves against riot shields, their hands outstretched in supplication, seemingly only wanting to get through the crowd. And then he saw them, at the very back of the mob. A tidal wave of pink and nubile flesh. "Oh shit....shit....SHIT!" His cigarette dropped from his mouth, burning his crotch as he frantically put out the last few embers. He rolled over down the side of his console, the wheels in his chair unused to such speed. He dialed an emergency number, going up further in the corporate pecking order, keeping his eyes glued to the screen as a horde of voluptuous beauties tackled men and women alike, melting through the riot shields as if they were nothing. Some of the women were being thrust against the wall by these alien women, their faces lost in a haze of desire as their violator's breasts careened and jiggled with each plunge of their engorged clits. On the ground were men, their faces buried in the ponderous breasts of their attackers, whose tits squeezed outwards like overripe fruit, their supermodel faces twisted in lust as the men became enslaved to their own mating instincts. "Ahh...what the fu...Jim what the hell are you calling me for!? It's 1am!" barked the voice of his superior, Clark, Chief of Security for all operations on Venus. Jim's hands fumbled for the 'talk' button, his fingers wracked with anxiety. "Yeah uh hey boss, sorry but I think you need to see this." Jim turned their call into a teleconference, as Clark's hologram materialized into the security room, wearing nothing but boxers and a t-shirt, his hair still ruffled from his wake-up call. "I think we need to bring in the heavies, I'm talkin' railguns, phased weapons, something that takes down big game wildlife...cause...just look at this shit!" Of the women pinned against the wall, one now writhed on the floor, her lover having peeled off to attack another woman. The infected woman was among a sea of twisting and twitching limbs and thrusting hips. Her clothes had been dissolved, while her naked body grew more curvaceous by the second. Succulent breasts blossomed into existence, swaying and swelling with each orgasmic shudder as a vibrant, pink hue flushed over her skin, her face rapidly remodeling itself into unimaginable beauty. "Dear god..." said Clark, his chin perched on his fist as he contemplated what to do. This was big. If this got outside Venus, it would be a galactic problem, which would turn into a PR problem for the company. Which would be a paycheck problem for him. He thought quickly. This would necessitate the big ships, possible liquidation of all company assets, blowing these creatures sky high from orbit. It was the only way to be sure. "Initiate Black Dawn protocol." Jim looked at his superior's hologram as if he really did order him to do that. "But sir...we've got men in there..." His gaze was captivated by the sight of a woman being double teamed in the back of the hallway, her mouth and pussy gorged and filled with giant alien clits. Her ravishers gripped each other's fertile, lush jiggling tits, their rosy hands slipping and squeezing over the sheer size of their soft, shining globes while Clark grimaced, unable to break himself away from his fascination of seeing a riot officer's head struggling between the exquisitely ripe, pink melons of his assailant. "Just do it. They won't be ours for long." The officer's gear melted before her touch, his manhood at attention for her sopping slit. Her mouth opened wide in pleasure, her cries of joy silent in the security monitor, as she sank down on his length. Clark had to shake his head of their temptation, of wanting to go down there himself and sample their feminine wiles, all calling to him. Their great, big juicy tits, exploding and bulging with inhuman vitality, imploring him to grab onto their weighty heft and drown in their unreal softness. Their quivering, sculpted asses, bubble shaped cheeks yearning to be groped as he mounted them over and over again, or their hauntingly refined faces, begging to be caressed and kissed, pouting lips starving for the touch of a man. He could be that man. "You're the boss." Jim's voice interrupted his daydream. "Yeah...yeah get on that. And we'll, uh, get this contained before corporate throws a fit." Clark rubbed his eyes, trying to stifle his hard arousal. He reached for his comms, but paused before shutting down his end of the line. "And Jim?" "Yeah?" "Get the hell out of there." *** Deep in space an ancient monitor stirred back to life, old power filling its circuits once more as it shifted out of its master's dimension. Its eye pulsated before turning solid red. Something in the galaxy had been reborn, something that should have stayed dead. With powerful telescopes it saw across the universe of what had been unleashed and the madness it left in its wake. Whirring sounds emerged as it cogitated from within. THREAT LEVEL: X ... -QUERY: THREAT PACIFICATION NEEDED?- ... ... AFFIRMATIVE ... REQUEST: PHOBOS-PATTERN TERMINATORS ... -REQUEST: GRANTED- ... ... TARGET: VENERIS REDIVIVUS