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_ Area 51: The Breeding Cycle of the Common Pixie _

(This is a follow up to previous ‘Area 51’ stories, which were mostly about Satyrs, but this story also stands alone)

Private Lucas Hardman tightened the seal between glove and contamination suit.

“Good, now please step into the clean room,” instructed the scientist “and we’ll begin.”

“Sir, yes sir”

After passing through two sets of vault thick airlocks Lucas emerged into a large room, painted in antiseptic white it was devoid of furniture other than a heavily armoured security camera. In one corner a small area of grass was growing and honeysuckle-like vines clung to the adjacent walls.

“Hardman, do you hear us?”

“Yes sir”

“In the room with you is an alien lifeform, we’ve categorised as a Common Pixie (type 1). We’d like you to interact with it.”

Lucas’ eyes widened in fear, he’d heard the rumours. About a year ago a quantum physics experiment had gone wrong in Area 51 and a supposedly myth-based reality was leaking through a hole in the universe. There had been Satyrs and nuking them from orbit had been the only way to be sure. Unfortunately, the nuke had merely expanded the allegedly contaminated area.

“So the rumours are true, the sonsabitches in Area 51 broke the frigging universe?”

“Eyes on the mission, Hardman” snapped a second voice “We have that situation contained, but we need more intel. on the aliens. Now go interact with the damn pixie.”

In his mind Lucas flipped the bird at the camera, and walked over to the small patch of foliage. It seemed like the grass was growing directly out of a thin gooey layer like varnish on the steel of the floor, the rainbow striped grass blades moving as if brushed by a non-existent wind. In the centre of the area lay a small alien about the length of his finger. The critter looked human, like a really fit 21 year old. It was naked apart from a blade of grass tying its waist length hair into a long ponytail. There were differences of course, the critter glowed like a bad special effect, had pointed ears, four dragonfly style wings and a cock that hung flaccidly half way to its knees.

“Cute little fella for an alien invader. Does it talk?” asked Lucas

“The one we dissected earlier was swearing at us in English,” Replied the scientist.

Lucas crouched down and hesitantly prodded the sleeping figure on its bare ass with his pinky finger. The alien flesh felt soft to the touch and smooth like a female breast, almost as if the thick rubber glove was absent between his finger and the tight bubblebutt. Without really intending to, he stroked his finger along the alien’s spine causing the pixie to arch its back and purr like a cat. Realising what he’d done he snatched his hand back. “I’m not sure why I did that.”

“We’re aware that the Satyr type have some form of erotic aura, pheromonal or psionic, we’re not sure. It causes a reaction like being ‘in heat’, this may be similar. See if you can determine at what range the arousal effect begins,” said the scientist excitedly.

Lucas extended his hand as instructed, there didn’t seem to be any noticeable difference, perhaps because this time he was already intent on feeling the smooth little body under his finger. This time the pixie reacted quickly, flipping onto its back so that Lucas found that he was rubbing a miniature six-pack and a cock that was noticeably less flaccid. The tiny hominid grinned salaciously and licked its lips.

Lucas shook his head and stepped back “I just had a really bizarre image pop into my head I imagined it’s jaw had dislocate and it was giving me a blowjob so extensive that it looked like I was wearing a condom with wings and legs.”

“So it might be a projective telepath. Good, we’ll get setup to detect the frequency,” said the Scientist.

Meanwhile the Pixie had leapt to its feet and now stood in the classic Tinkerbelle pose, hands on hips and feet wide apart. The only difference from the classic movie fairy was the now fully erect member so long that its oddly pointed tip was parallel with the Pixie’s nipples.

“Uh, so… little dude, do you have a name?” asked Lucas cautiously “I’m Lucas Hardman.”

“Fuck!” said the pixie in a high pitched voice, tapping its chest with a tiny hand.

“That..that’s an odd name.” said Lucas

The pixie nodded and smiled widely “Fuck!”

“Fascinating, the creature physically shouldn’t have the brain or lung capacity to speak.” commented the General.

“It has said one word, the same word as the other one, incidentally. It might be the pixie equivalent of ‘woof’,” said the scientist. “Hardman, keep going, we’ll soon know the answer.”

Not having a clue what to do, Lucas held out his hand as if to shake hands. “We, uh, have this greeting called a handshake where we touch hands to show we’re not a threat to each other.”

The pixie launched itself into the air, wings buzzing. It was fast, zipping one way, hesitating and then zipping another like a hummingbird. At first it seemed random, but it was soon obvious that it was inspecting the out-stretched hand before manoeuvring so that it hovered the length of its diminutive arm away from Lucas’s outstretched index finger. Cautiously the tiny man reached out touching its palm to the centre of Lucas’s fingerprint whirl, separated only by the rubber of the glove.

Lucas shivered, it felt as if a giant finger had just stroked along his spine. “Fuck!” he blurted.

“Hardman?” asked the Scientist

“Sorry Sir. The physical contact was ..erotic.. and not restricted to my finger. I wasn’t expecting it,” replied Hardman, feeling uncomfortable and sweaty inside the suit.

“Fuck!” squeaked the pixie in agreement, running a tiny finger along the rubber glove and licking the rubber coated fingertip with an abnormally long tongue. A look of bliss on its handsome face. “Fuuuuck!”

Without meaning to Lucas ’s hand had moved from the vertical handshake position to a more horizontal position that allowed the pixie to land on his palm. The miniature twink did a little dance of victory on his hand. The dance looked like an energetic twerking sort of thing copied from a popular music video mixed with some African tribal dancing. Before he could object Hardman found his index finger being used as an impromptu pole for the pixie’s pole dancing. His own cock was now rock-hard, but he wasn’t really paying attention as his index finger felt extraordinary. It was as if the finger was a second cock, warm hot legs wrapped around the finger and a slippery micro-cock humped it. An image formed in his mind massive three storey tall cocks exploding massive ejaculations spraying the room with jets of thick white jizz.

“Fuck!fuck!fuckfuckfuckfuckFUUUCK” chirped the eager pixie.

Lucas glanced down, feeling a sticky sensation between his legs. “Fuck! Sir. Permission to withdraw, it uh… fuck..just made me cum in my pants.”

“Understood Hardman. You can return to quarters.”

The pixie hovered in mid-air, arms crossed a sulky pouting expression on its tiny face.

* * *

Lucas stripped out of the containment suit chucking it in the incinerator along with his stained boxers. Grabbing a pair of new shorts that had been thoughtfully provided whilst he was in the airlocks, Lucas jogged barefooted back to his room, which was within the same building.

Once he was safely back in his room Lucas locked the door and pulled down the shorts. He needed to jack off in the worst way. Leaning against the door legs spread widely he began jacking off, images of cute Twinkie bubblebutts swimming through his mind. It would be quicker to lie down first, but he wanted it to be slow and wanted that thick double cream cum that you only get when you stand up.

“Fuck” he gasped as eventually he came, thick cum dribbling over his right hand, the same hand the pixie had fucked. He failed to notice the slight sting as his cum dribbled over the tiny puncture wounds the pixie’s needle sharp cock had made in his index finger.

Exhausted, he stumbled to his bed and slumped into unconsciousness, brought on by a potent mix of two types of cum, pixie venom and magic.

Silently Lucas’s cum performed its function, finding and joining with one of the eggs the pixie had laid in the finger. With unnatural speed the egg germinated sending out tendrils into the surrounding finger, co-opting the flesh and causing the corrupted surrounding cells to pupate. For the first hour the index finger took on a mottled swollen gangrenous appearance, for the second hour it was translucent the centimetre long embryo glowing whilst it curled peacefully in the green goo that had replaced the finger bones and muscle. By the end of the third hour the chrysalis shell had formed replicating the finger’s original appearance.

Less obvious was the umbilical cord of nerve tissue that spent those hours growing up Lucas’ arm until it reached the spinal cord and brain. A certain amount of re-wiring was needed, a few specific sub-conscious desires had to be implanted.

Lucas awoke, his hand immediately reaching for his erect cock. Fuck. He needed to cum, so very badly that it was the only thought in his head. He might have thought it was strange, he might have felt alarm, but he didn’t, his entire mind was focused on his hand wrapped around his cock and pumping it to orgasm. It was no accident that he used the hand containing the pixie embryo. Twenty minutes later, he lay back, not bothering that his belly was now slimy with a second layer of cum. He dozed for ten minutes and then jacked off again.

Suddenly there was pain, dizziness, a sense of being in two places at once, his finger felt like it was exploding and at the same time he was trapped in a tight space, he couldn’t breathe, he needed to escape. Without quite understanding why he was doing it Lucas stroked his finger, it felt wonderful, like touching his cock. Taking his finger between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand he squeezed it at the root. It felt wonderful, he squeezed the strangely soft finger forcing a bulge of flesh upward, the closer it got to the tip, the better it felt. One final squeeze and a vagina-like slit split open at the tip of his finger expelling the contents onto his cum stained six pack.

With a gasp he realised he was free, he sat on a plain of pale flesh in what looked like a pool of cum. Tentatively he raised his hand and licked the cum-nectar. Eagerly he picked up a gooey handful and stuffed it in his mouth. Glancing up he froze the third glob of cum dripping un-noticed from his hand. He was looking up at a giant version of his own face. “Fuck!”

Lucas looked down at the tiny version of himself licking delicious cum from its tiny fingers “Fuck!”

FUCK.

The word was more than a word and less. The scientist had been right the word fuck wasn’t communication in the human sense. The word fuck was merely the carrier signal for a far deeper communication allowing the two brains to act as one. Lucas realised instantly that he was now a swarm. The small pixie was a much a part of him as his finger.

“FUCK,fuck”

The next few seconds were the equivalent of a new-born foal instinctively finding its feet. His larger body resumed wanking, his smaller 2nd body was already licking up the nutritious cum from earlier, it needed to grow and would need more cum as soon as he could ejaculate it. He lay his hand on his crotch with its now deflated finger next to his smaller self. His mind switched point of view so that he was once again stood in ankle deep in his own cum. Marvelling at the tiny-ness of his hands he shovelled fresh cum into the vagina-like opening in the pad of the giant fingertip. He could sense several pixie eggs suspended within the gooey flesh, a single sperm merging with each one was all that he needed to create more of him. Concentrating, he transferred his point of view into his human sized body.

The idea of telling the scientists occurred to him, but was instantly discarded. They would only try to dissect his smaller bodies, that would be bad. Relaxing back on the bed he renewed his masturbating making it so the big body would keep wanking and ejaculating without his conscious presence. He moved his mind back into the head of his smaller body.

Now that the immediate needs were taken care of, Lucas set about examining his new body. Like the pixie in the secure room, he stood about an inch and a half tall. His new-born body looked like it was at optimal fitness, sleek and fit without looking like a weightlifter. The new cock was a huge improvement, his erection grew long and then tall. Experimentally he dipped his head slightly and licked his cock-head with a new longer tongue. Whilst the idea of a self-blowjob instantly occurred to him, the brush of a wing against his ass cheek reminded him that he could fly. Instinct took hold, He wanted to fly and fuck.

Lucas leapt into the air, wings humming, he was already a huge distance above his other body when it occurred to him that he didn’t actually know how to fly. A moment later he giggled at his foolish fear. Flying was as was as breathing and he was already doing it. Adventurously he flew in the bathroom and inspected himself in the mirror, for a disorienting moment he assumed he was seeing another pixie. Instinctively he adopted the hands on hip pose that signalled his dominance, twitching his cock at the rival.. It took a moment or two to figure out that the challenger was his reflection.

“Ha! No smarter than a damn cat. With this size brain I’m just a sexy flying bimbo, and so are you.”

Smiling he put a finger to his lips as if in deep thought. “But if there are more small-me then I’ll be smarterer.”

As he flew back into the bedroom he realised that the closer he got to his other self the smarter he got. He decided to stick close to himself. He landed on his large body six-pack using the naval as a target. He noted gleefully that his next body was forming nicely within the translucent finger. But it wasn’t going to be fast enough, he wanted more bodies, he wanted lots of bodies. It was instinctive, he was certain. He walked over to his thumb and slid his wonderfully sharp cock into it, after only three thrusts he orgasmed, something surged down the length of his cock and into the weighting flesh. It wasn’t anything like his old orgasm, this one hadn’t been limited to his cock, every part of him glowed with orgasmic energy, even his larger body twitched in response.

Fuck.

Back in his larger body he examined his translucent finger and thumb, the translucent area had expanded to include part of his palm. Experimentally he willed the finger to get longer and form a cock. As he’d deduced, his flesh didn’t obey human limits anymore, which would be useful. Carefully he turned the cock back into a human finger and then relaxed letting it take on its natural translucent gooey colour.

Something tingled in his brain causing him to gasp with pleasure, the umbilical nerve from his third body had finally connected to his large brain, he’d be ready to be born again in a few minutes and this time he could enjoy the experience without all that fear.

Fuck.

Flying down he started work on the other fingers sliding his cock into each one in turn. He had gotten so into it that he didn’t notice that his third self had been born until he placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Fuck?”

“Fuck!”

Licking cum from his own face, didn’t feel strange at all both of him knew what the other needed and intended, their cocks rubbed against each other, hands exploring and fingering, in the back of their mind was the idea that an orgy was possible, but he decided they would wait until they had a proper swarm, their bigger body had huge amounts of plenty of places to fuck first.

Fuck

Time had gotten away from him a bit, he realised. He’d spent a lot of time in one tiny body after another, it had become his habit to make wild passionate love to each new version of himself as he hatched before ovipositing a new egg or five into his larger body. Having his mind back in his main body felt strange, it was beginning to feel clumsy and slow compared to his proper bodies. There were fifty of him now and another 200 or so gestating in his limbs. Most of his flesh was mottled green and transparent allowing him to look lovingly at the embryos gestating within. He figured it was time to use up the rest, Liver, kidneys or heart were just redundant parts after all.

The chrysalis began forming before he really understood what was happening, whether he had willed the change to happen or it had just been his mind reacting to what the body was already doing wasn’t certain. Pulling himself inward, his limbs flowed forming a glistening gooey shell around his torso. Slowly the remaining flesh became transparent, sagging and formless. Thought became difficult, slower, simpler.

Fuck

Lucas awoke, knowing that his 67th body sucked on his cock and his 17th was busy ramming him in the ass. The old body was now fully transformed and was sinking into the carpet where it would soon sprout a healthy coating of rainbow grass. It was obvious to him now that the old human brain had been holding him back, forcing his mind to occupy only one body at a time. Now that the old brain had turned to slime he was able to be in all of his swarm’s bodies simultaneously.

Using 35th body’s tongue he licked the slime off of the face of his old watch, it was only 5am. That gave him an hour for a quick 300 cock orgy whilst sending a few bodies out to explore.

Fuck

12th body flew through the ventilation shaft right up to the reinforced grill that separated him from the pixie’s prison. He was at the very limit of the collective intelligence, running mostly on instinct, due to his tiny brain. He could sense another pixie, one that wasn’t part of his own swarm. “FUCK!” he yelled at the top of his voice.

“Fuck” replied the Other. Knowledge flowed instantly. The other was 8911th body of Corporal Jason Smith, fucked into existence when the Area 51 base was overrun. Jason was lonely, he’d been separated from the rest of his swarm for far too long. Beyond his name all Jason really understood was that he needed to inject eggs into some creature or failing that make wild passionate love to the nearest pixie.

Having the same instincts and only slightly more self-awareness 12thLucas forgot all about whatever it was he was supposed to be doing and concentrated on the really difficult task of getting at the willing ass that was just out of reach. They both knew what was needed, Jason flew up to the grill pressing his sweat bubblebutt against one of the holes ready for Lucas’s eager shaft. As Lucas eased his cock into the first ass that wasn’t a part of him, he found that his mind quickened taming his cock into 8911Jason somehow made thinking easier again. A plan formed. His knowledge of the base, merged with 8911-Jason’s memory of his own creation. Reluctantly he disengaged, feeling his mind fade for a moment he hesitated, there was a sexually inflamed pixie glowing like a star the other side of the grill, a large part of him wanted to get back in there and fuck it some more. Fortunately, the part of his brain that could still think forced him to fly back to the swarm.

A few minutes later Lucas embraced his 12th body, bringing it into the central orgy as a reward for being out on the edge so long. As the swarm fucked, the plan developed from the simplistic instinct level desire into something far more detailed.

5minutes later the swarm scattered, Lucas flowed through the air-con ducts expanding to the very furthest limit at which his swarm-mind would work. It felt odd, like being a blanket. Surprisingly no one noticed as he flew down and crawled into bed, burrowing under the sheets and slipping into pyjama-legs.

5:51am, five hundred and sixty-two sleeping soldiers and scientists felt a slight stinging sensation at the tip of their cocks or in the case of the females the tip of the clitoris. It was so slight as to go un-noticed. Lucas carefully crawled out from under the bedsheets and flew back up to the ventilation ducts. Some of the sleeping soldiers dreamed of sex, some just slept. Donald Merriweather roused himself enough for an early wank and got a head start. The females came next, forming mature swarms much faster due to their biology.

At 6:30am 2nd Body of Donald Merriweather emerged from his 1st body’s ball-sack to find 233rd body of Lucas Hardman waiting, his knee length cock held ready for 2nd Donald to suckle on.

Without exception, the rest of the base awoke with needing a wank, each decided to attend to it in the traditional manner, not stopping until they also had successfully swarmed.

Later 50,000 pixies swarmed out of the barracks. With it only taking five ‘stings’ by a pixie cock to incapacitate a human, the duty staff never had a chance.

Un-noticed, the slime that was no longer Lucas Hardman slowly covered every surface in his room, growing rainbow grass and suckle-vines. Merging with other slime it grew, it absorbed the occasional small rodent, it was happy, life was good. Who needed self-awareness anyway?