Aliens: Chrysalis
Story by Stories of Old and Far on SoFurry
Happy Halloween?
He stared absently at the swath of computer feeds with a frustrated sigh long before she entered the lab. He had a feeling he knew how the meeting would go. Although she was garbed from head to toe in white lab apparel and masking, he could read the expression on her dark eyes as soon as she entered and the door hissed shut behind her.
The clipboard she carried settled down against a computer terminal with finality as she took a seat in a rolling chair. She pulled her mask down, revealing her pursed, unenthusiastic lips. He nodded slowly.
"It's finished, isn't it?"
Seven months of work, their code names were 01 and 02, he knew nothing about her except that she was as smart as he was and contractually devoid of ethics. She lit up a smoke after rifling deeper into her uniform. This was the first personal thing he'd learned about her after seven months. She blew smoke rings slowly outwards.
"Yeah, they're closing shop."
He gestured to the computer screens. Equations and genetic codes few could understand scrolled endlessly. "We're so close. We need just one more run..."
She shrugged. "We're out of death row inmates. We can't keep requesting so many without governments getting suspicious."
He pulled his own mask down as he shook his head. "Oh come on, 2. Like they're not going to be wary that we're requesting death row inmates to begin with? We cited that they were for experimental purposes and so far every government we've talked to was fine with it."
"The board's tired of the failures. They want to try other approaches."
"Well did you tell them that trying to work with genetic code this malleable and adaptable is fucking difficult?"
She took a long drag with a shrug. "I spoke caveman to them and I gave them our research results. I told them we only needed one final test. What do you want from me?"
He looked back at the computer screens. "You know as much as I do that we cracked it. Only one more needs to die, and we'll create a strain that doesn't kill the host."
"Yeah, I know. But we're out of chances. We said we'd crack it one too many for them to buy it."
He shook his head. "We still have one chance."
She eyed him sharply. "You're kidding, right?"
"I'm not. Listen, theorize with me here. Do you really think after they shut this project down, we'll just get moved to some other? Some deep space posting?"
She already knew the answer, but tried a vain attempt to prove it wrong. "They can't just lose all their specialists..."
He smiled, brows raised in contempt. "If they take a brain scan of either of us they can synthesize it into a synth brain. Those buckets will be as smart as we are. We're expendable."
She sighed momentarily. That was the price of taking this project. It was top secret. No personnel could ever be risked talking, especially if their research failed. Success would have moved them up on the ladder safely at no cost. They had been so close. She took another long drag of her smoke.
"Fuck. One way or another we're dead then, aren't we?"
He gestured back to the screens. "You just forgot about what we did discover and prove? The genetic transfer takes more than just base genes as a blueprint."
"None of the specimens ever responded to personal belongings. If there's some kind of mind transfer, it's dim."
"But not dead."
She closed her eyes with a sigh. "Fine. How are we going to do this? Nab some base personnel? Draw short straws?"
Something sharp caused her to shriek as it punctured her shoulder. Her smoke dropped to the floor. The reaction was quick as she tried to stand, 1's figure becoming blurry. He continued to sit in his chair.
"Great breakthroughs come at a high price. You remember some of those scientists in the history books that tested their own theories on themselves?"
She blinked, falling forwards towards him as he dropped the tranquilizer pistol to the floor, barely managing the word. "Asshole...."
She fell into his lap and he caught her gently.
"I'll give you painkillers so you won't feel it. One of us had to do it. Wasn't going to be me. You're the best coworker I ever had. Wasn't personal 2, but this is."
She struggled briefly as he kissed her, her hands gripping the side of his head in a confusion of wanting response and fading horror as her brain went to sleep.
She wanted it to be a dream as she roused. But it wasn't. She was familiar with the insides of the cold and unpainted reinforced room she had seen over the months of working here. She sat cross legged on the metal grating, arms locked behind her back and chained to a metal ring on the deck plates behind her, exactly like all the other inmates before her. Not far away an organic fleshy egg sat on a growth like pedestal.
She knew the futility of trying to escape. She could only look at the blank wall sullenly she knew had observation space behind it. "Tell me you've at least got the balls to stay and watch this you fucking asshole."
01's voice piped up through the mic with a measure of sympathy. "You know you would have done the same. Don't try high horsing me."
She sighed defeatedly. It was true. She was already thinking of what could be done after the meeting with the board of directors on the way to the lab. 01 had just beaten her to the draw. She looked over to the dark mottled brown egg sack not far ahead of her. She knew she should be afraid. But the months of watching the process had all but rendered her null to it. She eyed the room slowly, thinking.
"Why hasn't security intervened yet?"
"I bought ourselves some time by looping blank footage on the cams. I locked down the lab. By the time they get in here, well, it'll be done."
She snorted with a laugh. "Ourselves? Really?"
"You think I'm going to take all the credit for your work? You're making the sacrifice play here. You're as much a part of this achievement as I am."
The egg began to stir slightly. She squirmed her legs and arms along with its own awakening movements, now beginning to feel unsettled. She looked angrily to the blank steel wall.
"You know I wouldn't give a shit about you right? I'd take all your fucking work and put it under my name."
"I know. That's what I always liked about you. You know what you want and you don't let anything get in the way."
The egg stirred more now, its tip parting into four petals, revealing flesh colored insides. With its opening she felt her hairs stand on edge and a sense of panic with frantic thoughts that she was taking her last breaths. The fuzzy seconds before she passed out replayed themselves and she had a realization of one thing she wanted before she died. Her eyes darted back to the observation wall.
"01, do me a favor....don't let me die like this. Seven months of this no interpersonal bullshit...."
She spotted the spindly legs emerge from the egg slowly. His voice had more sympathy to it. "You know I shouldn't do anything to disturb this process."
She yelled angrily at the wall, trying not to watch the spider-esque creature emerge from the egg. "You dickless fucking coward!"
The pale alien creature lunged through the air with a precision jump, long tail snagging and coiling around her neck as its legs enclosed around her head. She fell to the deck plating, kicking her legs and squirming with muffled shrieks as its ovipositor forced itself deep down her throat.
There was a minute of gagging as she tried desperately to reject what was forcefully pushing deeper to find the beginnings of her stomach, followed by heaving for air before the lung like sacks on the spider inflated, breathing for her.
Lumps began being forced through the ovipositor in succession, stretching her throat and dumping hot fluids into her gullet, spreading a quickly growing sense of warmth in her core that leeched into her body and put her into a dazed submissive state. Her squirms of protest and muffled shrieks subdued as she went still on the deck plating.
He checked all of the equipment in the observation room. This particular infector was the first and last of its kind. In order to know the gene modifications worked, they had started with the base form of the extraterrestrial.
Based off her conscious but dazed state and rolled eyes, her body occasionally writhing sluggishly, everything was working like they had predicted. The scuffle had undone her lab coat, revealing her plain grey shirt, the fabric rippling between her breasts and outlines of erect nipples.
He thought about it briefly. Unprofessional to risk it, but then again he had to be present to administer the syrum that would change things. The likelihood of disrupting their work was slim. He prepped the gear he would need and made his way to the test chamber doors, unsealing them with his key card at the number pad.
He set a suitcase down at the floor beside her, taking a knee beside her prone form and snapping a finger close to her ears. "02 can you hear me?"
Her eyes turned, focusing to his with sluggish difficulty. He smiled at her despite the alien creature entwined around her head and pumping loads down her throat. "Didn't think you'd get turned on by this. You're the first person I've ever seen respond sexually to this situation."
He groped one of her breasts gently, tugging on one of her nipples through her shirt. She squirmed with a muffled squeal as the alien creature on her face tightened its legs and tail. He lifted her shirt and tugged her bra up, exposing her supple tits to the cold air of the test chamber. He slapped one lightly before undoing his lab coat to find the buckle at his waist.
Her back arched and her legs kicked sluggishly in response. He watched with morbid amusement at the half angry yet aroused fire in her eyes as his pants slid down to his knees. He tugged her plain pants down roughly, shoving her black panties aside before unceremoniously shoving his stiffening cock into her wet cunt.
He gripped her hips with both hands, looking into her dark eyes with a combination of regret and arousal. "I can give you this, at least. Like it's a real difficult choice, you slut. I bet you got yourself off watching the inmates go through this."
He shoved his hips hard, hilting deep only to pull back and start using her at the pace he wanted. Her leg muscles tensed and spasmed randomly and her back arched. Her eyes rolled upwards and closed as she managed muffled moans as her tits bounced.
She squirted in perverse ecstasy, fists clenched against the chain shackles that bound her wrists as his thrusts grew more forceful and he gripped her ass painfully as he shot his first load deep into her.
He slowed his pace briefly as the creature tightened its grip around her one final time. The arousal in her eyes dimmed partially with growing panic as a singular bulge forced its way into her mouth from the slick ovipositor, threatening to choke her as it was forced down her throat.
She squirmed and huffed in a combination of intense arousal and fear as he started moving again, pulling out of her hot cunt to hover just outside the tight ring of her ass. It was difficult to work one handed as he opened the suitcase revealing the set of injectors he'd prepped.
He looked her in the eyes as he slowed down momentarily, pulling up one of her sleeves to send the first shot into her arm with a hiss, taking his time to swab the small wound. He grabbed the second injector, the small hand held device loaded with a vial of thick blue contents.
"The first was the painkillers. They'll kick in just before the last phase. This, well...you know what it is. It's your greatest work. Sorry it had to be you, 02."
She squirmed sluggishly, contorting her body to give him a middle finger with one of her hands as he injected the second shot into her other arm. The injector clattered to the floor as he ran his hands across her stomach. There was a slight impression of what had been implanted inside her. Still erect, he pressed into her tight hole slowly to a muffled groan of satisfaction from her.
"I can't stay for the final phase. If this works, I think you'll be more beautiful than you are now." He huffed, catching his breath before he began using her ass.
He had made sure to watch the process through to its end, even if it was a variation of the same grisly end inmates had been subjected to over the last few months. With the modifications done however, it had been different this time.
The creature inside her gestated longer, swelling 02's stomach like a pregnancy until the fatal phase took place. He'd bluffed, somewhat. The painkillers were laced with a highly illegal drug that inverted pain receptors. The drug itself was lethal. The street junkies called it the one shot high.
Even as the final phase took place, 02's body was wracked with continuous orgasms and spasms as she arched her back and strained against the chains, until she began to slow and go quiet. At least he could also give her that.
But he could only look on in a sense of awe as the alien creature that emerged from her did so with pristine elegance. Rather than a small squirming nymph that rapidly grew, the alien emerged full bodied with soft white chitin that quickly dulled and darkened, before beginning to rip and tear as rapid cell growth took place.
He was elated when the womanly creature stepped from its dying host in limber upright strides. He knew they had done it. The alien's bodily proportions matched 02's to a tee. The creature still retained its black skeletal origins, hard chitin, bladed tail and peculiar spinal tubes and ridges. The elongated head and razor teeth.
But 02's genes now merged with marked effects. The lithe creature swaggered her hips and sported medium but taught breasts, and gone was the lipless razor toothed smile, but a pair of black lips identical to 02's features. If their formula had worked, and he was sure it had, this creature had the capability to infect hosts without killing them, rendering the remnants of their neural pathways easy to map, and therefore control.
The Board would have their weapon in their hands. But no doubt the kill team cutting their way into the lab at present would destroy his and 02's achievement, if only to be reprimanded harshly afterward for their idiotic blunder. It was why, as he watched the newly born creature molt and grow, christening her "02," he decided that it was better to grant her a chance.
The test chamber's doors unsealed and opened, and he watched with a smile as 02 wasted zero time, reverting to a nimble four legged posture as her midnight black form made its escape even as she molted. He caught her eyeless face and domed head as it lingered briefly on the observation wall.
He picked up the fallen pack of cigarettes and lighter on the floor, slipping one out to light it up with a smile. 02 would not have the cognitive pathways of her offspring, but the remnants were there all right.
He savored the new sensation of smoking for the first time as the light of the torch on the other side of the door cutting through the steel became visible, showering sparks that winked out quickly. The lance of light was nearly to the floor when something cold coiled around his neck and body and hoisted him upwards with a startled yelp.
When the kill team breached the door, all that was left was the fading cigarette on the floor.
He knew they had traveled deep into the service pathways of the station. 02 was now a creature of intellect devoid of anything holding her back, and she wasted no time in doing what she was made for. In the cramped darkness of the vents, he only got a brief moment to speak as her razor fingertips tore through his pants.
"How does it feel to be a true queen?"
Black lips overflowing with hot saliva found his as she mounted him, sweltering hot cunt demanding and tightening. Something inside her clamped around the tip of his cock, practically immobilizing him with ripples of pleasure. She rode him primally, warm breasts pressed to his chest as her secondary maw invaded his throat. He simply laid there, letting her use him hungrily as her maw pushed deeper. Her cunt overflowed with hot drool the same as her lips.
Her secondary maw was not as rigid as the creatures that came before her, forcing itself deep enough into his throat that he began to choke and gasp for air. But the smaller secondary set of lungs she boasted began to breath for him, continuing her kiss of death.
He had not expected mercy, let alone being her first host. The first load of cum filled her wanting cunt as slow traveling bulges began to expand her throat, traveling down his. Her feminine but razor sharp hands gripped his head as hot fluid spilled down his gullet.
The warmth seeping into his core caused him to sweat, her cooler yet supple chitinous body causing goosebumps across his skin as she continued to fuck him while filling him. He too fell into the same dazed state 02 had not hours before, and by the time the more solid object forced its way down his throat, she had milked his cock fully, sending him into the daze gained after sex, and a sleep that would be his final one.
02 waited patiently within the humid vents as 01's body began to grow a rapidly spreading organic material across him. Before long he was consumed by it, sleeping soundly for the last time in what would be his old life.
01 would emerge from the cocoon like shell, smooth black chitin like 02, her supple body just as lithe and graceful yet deadly and resilient. There were memories of another time before this, but they were far away, like a barely remembered dream. Among the genetic inheritance of dim memories, 01's feminine form differed slightly, soft heavy testicles to match her breasts, a dark cock emerging from her shaft when aroused.
01 and 02 could breed, making a lack of hosts a non-existent problem, and doubling their population growth and speed if there were hosts. But even as 02 would continue to grow over time, her body gaining immense strength and size, her domed head disappearing to be replaced with a crest of regal size, quadrupled arms and a quad pair of pendulous breasts, 01 would remain the sole drone in their colony with the right to mount her solely for pleasure alone.
The two would often entwine, breasts to breasts, lips to lips, cock to the hilt and tails wound in a never ending circle of lust and heated breeding, befitting of the two darkly sensual creatures who emerged from their transformations, free of their origins.