Gone Fishin'

This week I got a fun little commission that came in just in time for spooky season. Once I finish Women In STEM there may be more where this came from. 

A white light streaked across a burnt orange fading into blue sky and landed with an explosive force into a field. Seth had been fishin’ in the creek behind his Ranch when he saw it. Scared the daylights right out of him. Luckily he had already brought the cattle all in for the night. He started packing them in early, on account of all the mutilations they had been having. He thought it had been animals, but after seeing God knows what fallin’ outta the sky, made him think it might’ve been something entirely more out of this world. He dropped the bucket of fish he had been carrying and headed over to where whatever the hell that thing was had landed. When he saw just what hand landed he was shaking in his hot new Stetson cowboy boots.

Lying in a crater on a far end of the pasture was a great orb of chrome or some such metal, that still seemed to be glowing from the heat of atmospheric entry. Seth approached cautiously, his mind sprinting, trying to think of ways he was going to explain this to wife, to the authorities. He had finally managed to clean up his act, stop drinking and get the ranch in the green. This was gonna make him sound like he had taken a hit of peyote or something. As he got closer a section of the orb opened up, and before he could react, he was a goner. Something shot out that thing like a bat outta hell and hit him right in the stomach. The pain was so excruciating he had almost certain he had been shot, except he could feel the “bullet” moving. He looked down to see bright red blood oozing from his stomach onto his boots as something seemed to bore into his cavity. He didn’t see what it was, but one of his last conscious thoughts before blacking out was that he a tentacle, one lined with hundreds of mouths.

The pain that followed made him faint a cephalopodic creature bore deep into his abdomen, consuming his flesh, and replacing it with strand after strand of its own rubbery sinewy body. It reached the spine and tapped into the spinal cord, and from there it had a field day. Within seconds Seth was dead, but his body wouldn’t remain lifeless for long. The thing that was eating him from the inside out still had need for it. Once it had stretched its body to fill out all the limbs and access this Earthling’s brain, he had all it need to operate as the hominid designated Cee AATH. Ceeath Seeath, Seth. His name. Was Seth. I am. Seth. It trained itself to think, to speak. My name is Seth, it learned. This body has been alive for 23 earth cycles. Members of this species have life long mates, and this one’s name was…CAT ee… Katie. She had been Seth’s “High School Sweet Heart.” The creature tried to access those parts its hosts brain, but still struggled to comprehend. It was still pretty new at this body piloting thing. His species called it a word which translated to something akin to merging, but as it now interfacing with Seth, it could feel his low intelligence dampening his own.

Wait. There was something it had missed. Seth had a mate. MATE. Yes. Mate. It, the creature now known as Seth (if it had another name for itself in its native tongue, it did not remember, as the host’s brain and memories take precedence for the sake of blending in during a merge.) Seth had a mate and it (he!) need to procreate (fuck!) with her right away. His (it’s) primary mandate had been to inhabit a human male, and being impregnating the nearest human females to start creating hybrids for the invasion!

By now what remained of Seth was merely skin and bone, but his original shape had been filled in with cords of the alien's tentacles which had arranged themselves to mimic human muscle tissue. A single tentacle emerged from the slit in Seth’s stomach and sucked up the blood around the wound. It made sure to suck up all the blood it could taste, leaving only his Stetson boots-stained red. The leather must have affected the taste causing the tentacle not to notice. The creature accessed the parts of Seth’s brain that controlled movements and assessed how to mimic natural human walking. Before he (it) knew it, It (he) was walking on back to the apartment, his (its) penis now firmly erect in its pants, thanks to the tentacles that were puppeteering it. As Seth stepped into the house, he (it) took a look at him(it)self in the mirror. Dayum he looked fine. The entry wound was barely visible and the way it filled its host's skin, he (it) was looking even more muscular than the host recalled looking before. It (he) learned from the host's memories that this more muscular appearance would be helpful for attracting a mate.

As it (he) stepped into the bedroom, Katie, who had been reading, jumped out of bed to tend to her husband.

“Babe” she screamed “Why are you all covered in blood.”

Seth pondered it’s next move. It had never spoken as a human before. Though his species had been is known for it’s mimicry, Seth itself was much better at visual impersonation than auditory. So while it was still rifling through the hosts memories to get it’s (his) sound down pat, it opted for the more blunt route to procreation. A tentacle emerged from the slit in his stomach, and quickly wrapped weaved around Katie’s neck. Before she could react she had been pumped to the brim, with an aphrodisiac neurotoxin, one which made her desperately horny for the host and it’s inhabitant. Procreation (fucking) was the only thing on Katie’s mind now. She didn’t even wonder or care why he suddenly had a tentacle now, or why he was covered in blood. She needed his (it’s) seed in him immediately. Seth accessed the parts of it’s hosts brain which dealt with pleasure during fucking (procreation) and made sure that Katie would have a mind-blowing experience. It (he) wanted to ensure that was open and receptive to his (its) seed.

What proceeded was the best sex of Katie’s life and it was being done to her by a squid alien wearing her husband's lifeless corpse as a costume.