Chores
mc; Mg; Mf; mast; inc; tf; caution
Miri's eyes opened, the sound of an animal almost entirely unlike a rooster still ringing in her head. She still felt tired, her dreams had been strange and disturbing. She couldn't remember sleeping really well for almost a week. But, she always found that getting up and doing her chores for the day would clear her head. So, Miri pushed the blanket off and got out of bed. Despite it being the middle of winter, she felt no chill as her bare feet hit the floor. The planet, on the whole, was far warmer than Earth. Miri didn't really remember Earth, her family had come out to the colony world when Miri was just four, but school liked to teach about the homeworld. Miri's classmates often joked that the reason they taught so much about Earth is that after only five years, the students probably knew as much as the teachers about their new home.
Getting ready to do her chores didn't take long. Even though Miri always tried to look pretty at school (even to the point of stealing her mother's makeup a few weeks ago) she felt no urge to even bother with the mirror before going to do chores. She felt around the back of her head, feeling the braid going down her back, and felt satisfied she was ready to start. As she walked by the kitchen, her stomach rumbled, but she remembered breakfast was unnecessary. She'd be fed soon.
Miri wasn't sure where her mother was, but that didn't matter right now. Mother had her own jobs, because everyone on a farm had something to do. Miri's first chore was to feed the critters. That was her dad's name for all of the native animals on this planet, he never seemed to want to call them livestock. It made sense, most of the larger life on this planet was strange compared to Earth, insectile or symbiotic. Humans could eat it, though, and there was a caterpillar-type creature that made a healthy drink that was almost, though not entirely, unlike milk. But now the farm had better milkers, since about a week before. Thinking of that, she remembered the new critters they'd gotten at about the same time. They definitely had to be fed. That was very important. The new critters didn't look very meaty, they were foot-long scuttling bugs with a venomous stinger. The venom wasn't dangerous at all, she knew, but it still wasn't good to be stung by them during chores.
In her mind, she saw her mother backing away from one of the bugs, mouth open in horror. There were already scratches on her legs under her torn dress, dripping red mixing with a strange greenish tint. Miri was hiding, in this memory, in a kitchen cabinet. She didn't understand it, her mother wasn't screaming like she had been at first. The woman's movements were unsteady and vague, and the sounds coming out of her mouth seemed almost happy. Miri watched as her mother got stung again, and fell to the floor, her eyes rolling back in her head as she gave out a high-pitched noise of pleasure. The woman put her hands to the front of her dress and ripped it open, letting her breasts bounce free. The bug scuttled forward and sunk its stinger into the woman's right breast, and Miri screamed. The bug didn't react, still intent on her mother, but Miri could hear footsteps coming down the hall.
Miri came back to herself, pulling on her braid. It hurt, a lot. She shouldn't pull her braid, she remembered. It was a bad habit, even for girls who were upset. When she moved her hands away she felt a cool, pleasant sensation wash through her head. She got upset sometimes, this last week. It was weird, the only thing she really remembered changing much were her chores and some new animals to take care of. And she loved her chores, so that couldn't be it. Maybe she was sick.
She tapped the right areas on her smart bracelet, and a holo of a nine-year-old girl in the colony school system's uniform popped up. Miri thought she looked very cute in her ID picture. Her pixie-cut blonde hair framed an adorable heart-shaped face, and the bit of makeup she'd managed to steal before class pictures made her big blue eyes just that much more noticeable. Some girls her age were starting to curve, but Miri's body still went straight down like a boy's, until her legs. She liked to wear her skirt shorter, because she thought her legs looked like a model's. She pushed the health button floating next to the holo, remembering Daddy had finally fixed the error that had been going on with the app all week. A small robotic voice said “Scanning...scan complete. Slight fever, otherwise normal.” Well, of course she was fine. She couldn't even remember why she had started the health check in the first place. She had to feed the new critters, so started the feeding machine, and plugged the needle into her wrist. It hurt a little, but a bit of human blood helped them adapt to Earth biochemistry.
After the feeding, there was usually a break before the milkers were ready. Miri liked to spend the break cleaning up around the farm. In the past week, there was a lot to clean up. Some items weren't really necessary anymore, so they went to storage or to the recycler. Mostly it was the little plastic cases from spent ammunition. Technically biodegradable, they still weren't nice to step on with bare feet, so she helped out by picking them up. Near the fence she saw something more substantial. It looked like a wrinkled pile of syncloth, but so filthy. It must've been out here for days. She picked it up and looked at it. Just a pair of standard farm overalls, colored pink. Just like the ones she wore...
Miri looked down at herself. She felt suddenly cold, standing there and holding her overalls. She realized she was completely naked. She tried to cover herself, dropping the filthy clothes. She remembered being here, being caught by someone big and strong. It couldn't have been daddy, could it? Why would daddy rip her clothes off...
...especially when she didn't need them? It wasn't cold and there was nothing out here that she needed to be protected from. She looked down at her naked body, tanned all over, though still a little darker on her arms than on the rest of her body. Her nipples were really starting to poke out lately. What she remembered as pink nubs...
Her little pink nipples stiffened and she felt a wet heat between her legs as her daddy kissed her. He'd just chased her down and stripped her naked, and now she couldn't quite remember why she was running or worried. The kiss was so wet. She felt something thick and sticky dripping down her cheeks and chin as daddy kept the kiss going...she had to swallow, and then she felt even better.
Her formerly tiny pink nipples were inch-long teats capping a puffy purple bump the width of a dollar coin. They felt good when she touched them, and she liked to touch them whenever she got too nervous or upset. She wasn't worried anymore. She picked the overalls up and carried them to the recycler. She couldn't see a need to wear anything until winter break ended. Besides, if she wore overalls they might get stained. Doing her chores often made her drip a sweet purple fluid between her legs, and washing that stain would just get old.
She walked toward the barn, enjoying the rhythmic tapping of hammers and other tools as the renovations were worked on. They'd started earlier that week, and most of the men on the farm were working on the changes. Miri didn't have to go where they were working though, the milkers were where they used to keep the cowterpillars. She stepped around a corner...
Miri gasped, her nakedness once again feeling vulnerable instead of comfortable. One of the farm hands had her older sister up against the wall, and neither of them were dressed. Something was wrong with them both, her sister was bald, and her eyes looked strange. The man looked like a radiation victim, his hair patchy like it was in the process of falling out, and something black was attached to his back. Miri backed away, shaking, a painful pressure growing inside her head. The hired hand pushed her sister over a table, so they were even closer to the young girl. Miri stared into her sisters eyes. They were blank, covered in a blue film that completely obscured everything. The older girl wasn't struggling. She lifted up her hips to give the hand's penis better access. Miri saw a knot of shiny material about the size of a finger on the base of her sister's skull. Her spine also seemed odd, ridges poking out under the skin. There was a fine tracery of veins or roots under the girl's skin, starting at her spine and coming to the surface in odd places like the girl's cheeks, her breasts, and at seemingly random places on her arms and legs. Miri saw, with horror, similar traceries, less complex, on the back of her own hand and wrist, and on her inner thigh. The pain in her head reached a peak.
The roots were good. They meant her sister was ready. Miri's chores helped her get ready. That's why she loved them. She stepped around the breeding stock. Mommy had explained about her sister just the day before. Girls who couldn't be good girls ended up damaged, and less intelligent. They ended up as breeding stock, like Miri's sister. Miri was having trouble remembering her name, but the mindless husk probably didn't know what her own name was either. It was okay. Her sister was a good girl now, even if she'd had to go from honor student to half-sentient slut to do it. Miri had to tend to the milkers.
The milkers were docile creatures. They looked a lot like breeding stock, but mommy had assured here there were important differences. Miri slid a stool next to the first milker, and looked her over. For some reason, she thought about a woman who lived down the road, a pretty freckled redhead who made great pies. The milker's udders were very pale, with a light dusting of freckles. A line of greenish veins led to the similarly colored teat. It was already dripping a thick syrupy liquid from both teats. Miri wrapped her lips around one and suckled. It was helping her headache, but it also felt weird. Like she was falling asleep. She stopped drinking before she was full, and hooked the milker's teats to the milking cups. Different colors of milker produced different kinds of nutrition, and other important things. Miri just knew that breakfast was from a green milker, and not to get the liquids mixed up.
The longer she worked with the milkers, the more she felt nervous. There was something weird about them. She kept thinking of neighbors, and friends when she attached the milking tubes to straining breasts...teats. She kept feeling an urge to pull away the odd lump at the base of each milker's spine, even though she knew it was becoming part of them. Finally, she snapped back to awareness. She was naked, and for some reason about to attach a milking machine to Sally Jane, her favorite babysitter. The teen stared blankly at Miri and drooled a little. Her breasts had grown fantastically huge, mutated into strange alien milking things with violet nipples. A cocoon-like thing rested just above her ass, stuck there somehow. Miri yanked it away...there was some resistance, and then Sally yelped in pain.
“Hey, why are you naked?” she asked. “Why am I?” she tried to cover her huge tits, but her hands were no match for the mighty mammaries.
“We've got to run!” Miri said, turning to go.
“Hey, what's that on the back of your head...” Sally began, but her voice trailed off into babbling and random sounds. Miri turned back to see a scorpion-like bug, like one of the new critters, withdrawing its tail from Sally. The teen was already back on her knees, playing with her breasts and pussy instead of trying to hide them. It picked up the little cocoon in its pincers, and guided it so that the questing tentacles from the open end met with Sally Jane's flesh again. Miri turned and ran.
She felt dizzy, couldn't seem to find her way out of the barn. In a moment, she found herself wandering into her mother's office. Mommy had a map of the farm and surrounding area up on her holoboard, and wore nothing but a labcoat with pockets stuffed full of tools and technology. Her head was completely bald, the only thing interrupting the smooth skin being a pair of black spikes, like antenna. She turned to face her daughter, and Miri got dizzier.
She could hear Mommy thinking, and all Mommy's thoughts were good thoughts. Mommy was a Queen, and Miri could be a Queen when she grew up if she was a good girl. “Miri,” her mommy said aloud, “all girls your age have trouble accepting themselves. But you can't be bad girl. It's not good for you.” She embraced her daughter, putting a hand on her shoulder and guiding her to a mirror. Miri looked at herself. She was nude, and utterly smooth. She thought she looked like an alien, and for a second that made her upset. But she realized it looked nice. She looked just like so many of the other drones, modified to serve their Masters. She reached back to touch the back of her head. The parasitic bug was metamorphosing, and was now just a braid of alien flesh attached to the back of her skull, going down her spine. Soon she'd have a little nub like her sister, and everything else would be under the skin. “You know what you are, Miri. You made it through the milking today, and you came to me when you got upset. You're part of the Hive now.”
Miri could feel it in her head now. She was connected. She had been trying to retreat from it, letting the parasite supply her with comfortable hallucinations of normal life. But she realized. This was better. Waking to the mental signal of the central Hive Node, feeding on the sweet drugged milk that humans made while being converted, and breeding stock never stopped producing, caring for the larva and the lesser human drones. She liked it. Her chores were her purpose, and it felt good. “I'm glad we got taken over by those bugs last week, mommy.” Miri grinned, and her own parasite directed pleasure directly into her brain. “Do you think I'll be able to go back to school when break's over?”
The reward for the idea of spreading the parasites to other humans made mother and daughter both orgasm, alien-altered cum flowing from their pussies. “Oh, I hope so, dear.” Miri's mother sat back in her chair, legs spread. “But now that you're awake, and back to your true self, your primary purpose is to serve your queen.” Miri knelt, lapping at her Queen Mother's honey. Soon, all would know the bliss of belonging.
