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Tawny did not like camping.

The lioness was far more comfortable in urban jungles than natural ones. High heels, short skirts, and tight designer t-shirts made her happy. She had the body of a model and knew how to flaunt it, which she used to shamelessly attract all kinds of offers, phone numbers, and job opportunities.

Her best friend, Marie, however, thought getting out into nature would do the city kitty some good. They'd been friends forever, but neither was quite sure why. Their lists of overlapping interests usually came down to who would be eliminated from their favorite reality show.

Marie, a broad-shouldered equine, didn't share Tawny's taste in fashion, entertainment, or even men. She was pretty enough, in a farm-girl sort of way, but she didn't care about looks and often went without makeup or fancy clothes. The equine was nearly matronly, for being all of twenty-nine years old.

Still, she'd insisted Tawny accompany her on a camping trip. They hadn't spent any quality time together in a few months and wouldn't it be fun to get out of the city, just the two of them, and go explore a national park?

Tawny shrugged and agreed. Marie was her best friend, after all, and it meant she could drag Marie to a few clubs and set her up on blind dates in return.

But now, out here in all this nature, Tawny was seriously reconsidering her opinion of the idea. The air was heavy and wet and cold, still being fairly early in spring, and the ground was soggy. She hadn't brought enough socks and was having to constantly dry them in front of the fire.

The food was... well, Tawny had developed a taste for fine dining thanks to a succession of rich playboys with whom she'd associated for as long as they entertained her. Camp food didn't make her want to stay any longer than she had to.

Marie loved it, of course, but she'd been raised by parents who took her to parks, not to cocktail parties. It was well into the night and Tawny was staring glumly into the fire, watching her socks dry out on a log lying next to it. Marie sat across from her.

"You had a good time today, right?" the chestnut mare asked.

"Yeah... I mean, you know I'm not into camping, but the hike was nice," Tawny said. "Those trees were really cool, the old ones." And she had thought so, surprisingly. Camping was nice when it was walking. It was the part where she had to spend the night she most disagreed with the notion.

"They are, right? That's why I wanted to come here," Marie said. She paused suddenly and pointed upwards before letting out a surprised gasp. "Oh, look! Up in the sky!"

"Oh, wow... a shooting star!" Tawny said, eyes wide. "It's beautiful..."

The bright fiery blaze passed by slowly, brighter than any other star. So close, Tawny wondered for a moment whether it was going to strike somewhere in the park. She watched it pass overhead until it disappeared beyond the tall, inky trees.

"How cool was that!" Marie said, grinning at the lioness, who smiled back. The mare stood, stretched her arms and yawned. "I think I'm going to go to sleep... how about you?"

Tawny nodded at her socks. "I'm gonna wait for them to finish and then I'll put out the fire."

"You want a pair of earplugs? It can get surprisingly noisy out here," Marie said. "I use 'em all the time."

"Nah, I'll be okay."

"Okay... see you in the morning, then." Marie went off to her tent, leaving Tawny alone by the fire.

The tents were small, lightweight affairs, easy to assemble and carry. There was one for each of them. Marie also supplied Tawny with a sleeping bag and some other items the lioness wouldn't have possessed otherwise.

Tawny pulled her jacket more tightly around her shoulders against the chill of the night, but was only able to last about ten more minutes before she put out the fire, picked up her socks, and crawled into her tent. She undressed and wriggled her way into her sleeping bag. It wasn't as uncomfortable as she imagined and the exhausted feline quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Nearby, nestled in a cracked hull of meteoric origin, a faintly glowing blue shape slithered out of its ship's final resting place. The parasite sensed living creatures all around and it shivered with anticipation. Their journeys were long and lonesome and some never reached a planet, let alone a planet with life.

It moved slowly, undulating across the carpet of leaves, shivering violently in the chill air. It sensed larger sources of heat and life nearby and headed for them, picking the nearest one. It easily breached the nylon carapace surrounding the creature inside and rolled up next to it, only to discover more of the dead organic material surrounding it.

Understanding dawned slowly on the parasite. These creatures were not only alive, but intelligent. What luck! What absolute luck! It shivered with joy and glowed brighter blues before subduing itself back to its fainter hue. Can't waste energy now. Not when so close...

It pushed up towards the open end of the creature and squeezed slowly between it and the organic wrapping. It shivered again at the heat radiating from the creature's body, already picking up cues from its DNA and morphology as to how best to invade.

Tawny, being so deeply asleep, didn't notice the gentle rippling on her fur until something started working between her legs. She woke up, eyes wide, and panicked - but there was precious little room to maneuver. And whatever it was in the sleeping bag with her, it was working quickly.

Tawny went still as she felt the smooth, long thing push between her leg and enter her body. Then the lioness screamed and reached down and tried to grab at whatever it was, but her hands slipped off the slick, wriggling tail-like thing. She tried again, but it was gone - completely inside her.

She tried to get out of the sleeping bag, but a sudden wave of pleasure made her muzzle open wide. The lioness's slim hips pushed upwards against the sleeping bag as an orgasm spontaneously erupted between her legs, drenching her inner thighs.

She looked at her paws, breathing hard. In the dim light of the moon in the otherwise dark tent, the fluid left from her attempt to grab the... thing... glowed in a dull bio-luminescent shade of blue.

Tawny didn't have much time to contemplate, however, because she felt a strange wriggling and pulsing in her lower body. The thing had successfully invaded, and now it was converting its host to its own purpose. Tawny clutched at the sleeping bag and wriggled, moaning madly as her pussy began to throb with arousal again - this time, not letting up. Pressure grew inside her body as well. She ran her paws down her belly and felt something thick coiling around and rolling out against her skin. She pushed at it, trying vainly to push it right back out of her.

The lioness's nipples began to tingle. She finally managed to scoot out of the sleeping bag and was shocked to see the same blue, glowing fluid dripping from her nipples, staining the golden fur on her generous breasts.

What she saw next really shocked her.

Two pointed, glowing blue tentacles pushed right out of her fat pink nipples.

She stared in horror as they grew longer and thicker, growing out until they were at least a foot long each. They weaved back and forth, as though sensing the air around them, before turning their attentions to the lioness herself. Each began to slither and wrap around her breasts, coating them in the blue fluid.

Tawny couldn't help but moan loudly as she felt the stimulating effects the fluid had on her skin. Her nipples ached as the two tentacles started growing again; soon they were working down over her bulging and rippling belly, coating most of her stomach with fluid.

Her breasts felt tighter, as well. Feeling them, unable to help but squeeze them as pleasure ran through her, she felt the same coiling bulges in her heavy breasts as were in her belly. The tentacles were making themselves at home in her body, finding available space and filling it - and then stretching it larger.

Tawny's paws grasped as the tentacles from where they emerged from her nipples and went rigid with shock. Shi could feel herself touching them. They were, she realized with astonishment, part of her body now. The tentacles had successfully integrated themselves into the host's nervous system and were busily rewiring her entire body.

Tawny fell back and writhed with pleasure as she felt something new happening between her legs. A thick tentacle pushed out over her belly, but from where?

She looked down and moaned. She had a sheath, just like a male, but instead of a cock, it contained an incredibly thick and long blue tentacle. It was prehensile, like the others, but not as flexible. The tip was rounded over, not pointed, and it grew and grew and grew, until it was pulsing gently between her growing breasts.

She shuddered as she felt another change, and reached down to feel her rapidly ballooning testicles. They weren't really balls, in the traditional sense. The lioness could feel the coils of tentacles inside, ready to feed her "shaft" when necessary. They were growing huge, larger by the moment, easily as big as her head.

Pleasure was swamping her body - the method the tentacle used to subdue its host. It was using her DNA to modify her body, calling out both male and female as necessary in order to increase its living quarters, so to speak.

Already the lioness's massive chest was G-cup but quickly expanding larger yet. The tentacles from her nipples slipped over her fur, teasing and prodding her, and causing her to moan even louder. Surely Marie would hear and investigate and help her, right? That was when Tawny remembered the mare's earplugs.

The big tentacle, her "cock," slithered further up her body and over her neck. It forced itself between her lips, and she closed her eyes as she felt the sensations transfer down the tentacle and into her own pleasure centers. She gripped the thing around the middle and stroked it. The blue tentacle, as thick as her thigh at the middle, wriggled in her grip appreciatively. More blue fluid, thicker than the rest, pumped into her muzzle and coated her tongue.

She moaned around the blue tip as she suckled and caressed the tentacle, unable to help herself. Her pussy orgasmed constantly, and though she couldn't see it, the color of her juices was gradually turning a dark shade of blue.

Tawny's eyes opened wide as she felt something unusual happening in her muzzle. She pulled off the cock-tentacle and stuck out her tongue - only it wasn't her tongue anymore.

The thick blue tentacle pushed, or rather rolled, from her muzzle wetly, dripping thick blue goop down over her already smeared chest fur. She found she could control this one, to a point, and watched in amazement as it stretched farther and farther. Soon the tip was down past her stretched nipples, and she discovered it was easy to swing the broad, oval-shaped tentacle around.

When Tawny wanted to bring it back into her muzzle, it left a thick helping of goop over her lips, which tingled delightfully. They plumped up considerably and began to change to a light blue shade. Her nipples, too, were changing color, matching the fluid leaking from so many of her orifices already. Her golden fur remained, fortunately for her vanity.

She wriggled around in the tent for what seemed like hours, gasping and moaning, enjoying each successive blast of orgasmic pleasure more than the last, until at long last the strange creature figured it had made itself quite enough at home. The parasite relinquished control to the lioness, content its job was done, duty to procreate fulfilled.

Tawny lay still, flat on her back, arms and legs spread, gasping for breath as her tongue-tentacle retreated, her massive cock-tentacle shrunk into its sheath, and her nipples pulled back in, until they resembled her original teats once more, save for their bright blue color. Her stained, slicked fur smeared under her paws as she hefted her huge new breasts, which felt dense and heavy. Her powerful balls rolled over her thighs and she shivered at the sensation. She could feel the living thing inside of her and grunted, shuddering as she realized she could not exert some semblance of control over it.

Experimentation quickly followed. Tawny rapidly discovered how to extend the tentacles. Hardwired into her own natural nervous system, it was easy to get them to grow, to thicken, or to shrink and hide themselves away. The parasite was obviously adept at remaining unhidden beyond a few tell-tale signs, such as her blue lips and nipples.

Tawny considered her situation as her paws roamed her body, prodding at her slightly plump belly, her rotund bottom, her amazing breasts, and her huge sac. She wasn't sure at this point what to think. She didn't like the idea of playing host to an alien life form, but it did feel amazing. She pushed her tongue out of her muzzle and licked over her nose. It looked, for all appearances, like a regular, albeit blue, tongue, and it wasn't until she focused and tried to grow it that it assumed a more tentacle-like appearance, thickening and growing, weaving around in front of her wide eyes.

The lioness began to purr as she felt the warmth radiating inside her body. Occasional movements could be seen under her skin, especially in her breasts and sac, where the coiled up tentacles moved slowly, like a hand under a blanket.

A sense of bliss invaded Tawny's mind as the merger between her consciousness and the creature's completed, unifying them permanently. The lioness felt a peaceful, loving emotion radiating from the pit of her belly, where she assumed the creature had placed its mind - or whatever alien equivalent it held. A sound caused the lioness's ears to rotate. Snoring. A horse's snores, echoing in the night, from just nearby.

Tawny had nearly forgotten about Marie. What would she think? There was no way she could really hide all these changes from the mare, though it might be possible, with the right dress and makeup, to cover her bulging sheath and bright blue lips, thicker and fuller and grander than any collagen injections could supply. A peculiar thought made itself known to Tawny. She wasn't quite sure whether it was her own, or perhaps supplied by the alien. Why not, the thought went, simply give Marie the same gift? Rather than explain... show her.

The thought thrilled Tawny and excited her so much her tentacle cock peeked out of her fuzzy golden sheath momentarily. Of course she couldn't do that to Marie, could she? Bu the knowledge was there. The alien realized it had chosen a very good planet, and that these creatures could pass its offspring between them. Tawny knew it as well as the alien and shivered with excitement at the knowledge. Never before had the parasite encountered such perfect mammalian hosts. In fact, the union was more perfect than any other of its species, Tawny understood somehow. It was almost as though they were a brand new species, the two of them.

And being the only one of your species was a very lonely feeling indeed. Tawny purred deeply and rubbed her paws over the swells of her HHH-cup breasts and shivered as she felt a bit of movement under her taut pelt.

Marie would make a fine host, she thought.

The alien heartily agreed.

To be continued?