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An alarm blared to life, its shrieking klaxon filling the corridors, the sound bouncing off of the unpainted concrete walls. The sounds of footfalls echoing along behind Lia acted as a bass undercurrent to the piercing wail of the alarm, and the fact that the noise grew louder only made her panic more as she ran down the corridors. It seemed not at all odd to her that she did so on six legs, or the fact that each of those limbs were tipped with three digit hands whose fingers ended with scythe-like claws, rather than the normal hands and feet she had grown up with.

Even if she had noticed and puzzled over the oddities about her locomotion, or the fact that her belly was wide and round as if with an overdue pregnancy, such thoughts would have disappeared anyway as she rounded a corner and saw a line of soldiers kneeling and pointing their guns at her. Lia skidded to a stop not five feet away, and she felt only complete and total horror as she saw her father standing there behind the soldiers, looking at her with contempt. "She is no longer my daughter," he said coldly. "Shoot to kill."

The gun barrels blossomed with fire.

* * * *

Lia snapped awake in an instant, bolting upright in alarm and shock and sending the cloth around her into disarray. Her breath came in ragged gasps as the terror in her heart remained from the nightmare, as did the sound of an alarm. A half second later, however, she finally realized that the alarm she was hearing was not only real, but also mundane; her alarm clock was sounding off, doing its programmed best to awake her to the new day. The fear turned into anger and irritation, and Lia had to mentally restrain herself from hitting the clock with the full force of her fist. Instead, she leaned over the pile of clothes and sheets on her bed and firmly pressed the snooze button, silencing the annoying alarm and granting her a moment's reprieve in which to finish waking up.

It was a dream, she realized, thinking of the chase down foreboding corridors she had just awoken from. Then Lia's eyes widened as a stray thought crossed her mind in the unreal state between unconscious and fully awake that she was in. What if all of it was a dream? What if I'm not really...

Reality snapped into focus then, as the young woman's mind finally shook off the last of the shackles of sleep, and the clarity of her memories replaced the uncertainty of dreams. Even so, Lia still had to trace a hand down her side, feeling where the infesting drone's legs had merged with her body, leaving the now-familiar break in her bristly fur. A sigh escaped from the binturong, and she shook her head. Oh, if it were only so easy as wishing it away, she thought, and then turned to check the time on her clock. Well, I'm on schedule for school, at least. I suppose I should get up and get going then; mustn't give the appearance that I've changed. With those resigned thoughts, Lia sighed again and then stood up to look over herself and her room, turning on the lamp on her nightstand to give her a clear view of both.

Warm light filled the room at the flick of the switch, and in it Lia turned to look over herself in the mirror, noting with some satisfaction that her external appearance hadn't changed any more, other than the fact that, indeed, much of the fat on her frame had melted away in all the right places, leaving her with an hourglass figure that she hadn't known in her whole life. Damn, Lia thought in surprise, turning around to get a good look at her back as well. If it wasn't for the carapace and legs on my back and sides, I'd be good enough to pose for a girly mag.

The thought of dirty magazines had a surprising effect on her, to Lia's surprise. Her ovipositor, which had retreated back into her body during the night, now twitched in her groin, and a shiver ran down her back as she thought of the sorts of pictures men looked at, now realizing why men loved such images so much. All those fertile women, at their peak, looking like they're ready to fuck like mad and breed like feral rabbits- Lia blinked as her thoughts took a downward spiral, and she physically shook herself slightly in both surprise and an attempt to regain control. What the hell was that?

-Instincts- The other mind inside her answered. -Women make better hosts for infestation. Already have much of the required parts, physical and genetic. Males still useful, though, especially for full reproduction and genetic recombination-

Lia frowned, but decided not to contest the point or the insect alien's interjection. Instead, she willed her lust to retreat and her body complied, much to her satisfaction, and not a little surprise.

-You are queen now- The drone mind replied. -Your body will begin to listen to you in order to maintain secrecy. But be warned, being placed into a position where you will be excessively stimulated in a sexual manner may overwhelm your control, at least until you have satisfied some of the reproductive demands placed in your new genes-

Great, Lia thought sarcastically, but once again, she willed herself to refocus back on more pressing matters. "Alright, now what do I do about this mess?" She asked herself aloud, as she sometimes did even before her infestation. Her bed was still a mess, and she still had to figure out how to take a shower in the shared bathroom without any of her family noticing the additions or subtractions from her body, let alone walking into her room and discovering the encrusted egg that was still cradled in the makeshift nest from the previous night.

Well, Lia thought, sighing yet again. I guess I start learning how to hide myself from society, beginning with my own family and house. Now... I better get moving, I still need to drive to school.

* * * *

Despite her concerns, Lia had a somewhat easy time preparing for school. Her mother worked an early shift at her job at one of the theme parks southwest of the city, and so had departed hours before the alarm clock had gone off. Her older brother was, if anything, a night owl, and was still asleep, and would remain so until noon, and their father was asleep as well, trying to catch up after having an extra long night at the business he worked at.

In fact, the only issue was with her little sister, who went to the same school as Lia and thus rode with the middle child in the family, despite the fact that Lia's classes started later in the day. Previously, Lia hadn't minded, as getting to school early allowed her some study time in the library, but now that she was a hyper sexual alien hybrid who could either snap and rape some random woman or be captured by the government and dissected, the eighteen-year-old was understandably nervous about being anywhere in public, at all. Still, it would be surprising to deviate from her schedule, and so Lia figuratively gritted her teeth and bared the morning, doing her best to avoid seeing or talking to her sister, even in the car.

The younger sister, Marissa, though, was not a fool by any means. "Are you okay Lia?" She asked, sitting in the passenger side of the cramped import Lia drove. "You seem tense today, and you're wearing clothes that look baggy even on you."

Lia bit her lip to stifle an instant, heated denial that would only confirm that there was indeed a problem, and instead the elder sister took a moment to calm herself. "No, there's nothing wrong," she said, lying through her teeth, even as her tail slinked off to wrap itself around her left leg, where Marissa couldn't see the gesture of stress. "I'm just a little nervous, that's all. I mean, it's finals week, yanno? If I don't ace these tests, then I'm going to have to get a crappy job for a living instead of going on to college."

Marissa thought about that for a moment, but soon enough smirked. "Yeah, well, if Calvin can pass, then you've got nothing to worry about, Lia!" She said with a chuckle. Despite the situation, Lia found herself joining in the chuckle, laughing with the good-natured dig at their older brother, who despite his unwillingness to study, still managed to bring home good grades. "Yeah, I guess I should relax," Lia added, shrugging a bit. After all, I haven't had any sick thoughts about you, squirt, so maybe my body can behave itself after all, the elder sister thought, feeling some relief. Her younger sister, after all, had not inherited any of the problems that Lia and their brother had in keeping the weight off, and as a result the younger binturong's trim body was already turning heads in the high school, even amongst upper classmen who should really know better. And if they touch anything of mine without permission I will make them pay...

"Hey, we're here," Marissa said, startling Lia out of her inner monologue and making her realize that the light to turn into the high school was coming up fast. Cursing herself mentally, Lia quickly wrenched the car over nearly at the last second, but still managed to do so safely. I really need to pay attention more, she berated herself before turning into the school. If I don't I might forget something important.

* * * *

Her head slammed into the locker door, hard enough to make a substantial noise and even to cause a bit of pain. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Lia, are you seriously telling me you forgot about gym class?" Lia's best friend, Deborah, asked in surprise as she stood next to the binturong at the latter's locker. "This is like one third the grade for the class to be here this week, coach Szegey said. You know she told us how she hates people who slack off the last week."

"I know, I know," Lia replied, groaning quietly. This is not happening, it just can't be.

Deborah, a tricolored rough collie morph, folded her ears down at seeing her friend's reaction. "Lia, what's the big deal? So you forgot your gym clothes, big whoop; it's the last period anyway, so all you gotta do is take a shower like Szegey wants us all to do and head home and change. No biggie," the somewhat portly collie said, shrugging her shoulders. Like Lia, she tended to concentrate on intellectual pursuits rather than physical attractiveness, and so fared poorly in 'normal' social circles, which had made her friendship with the binturong an easy and profound one. "I mean, you picked those baggy things today anyway, so it's not like you'll be soaked in sweat."

No, just in sexual juices and pheromones and God alone knows what else comes from my body now, Lia thought, biting her tongue briefly to keep from snapping such a phrase at her friend. As she did so, however, the binturong noticed that some sort of liquid squirted from the tip, and she closed her eyes and grimaced. Oh fuck, not something else new to worry about. At least this better stay hidden and not be obvious when I talk.

Deborah made another comment then, and Lia forced her attention back to the collie, opening her eyes and looking to her friend. "I'm sorry, what?"

Deborah sighed impatiently. "I asked what the big deal is? I mean, I know neither of us are exactly... well..." She blushed then, fluffy ears folding downwards and a frown crossing her muzzle. "But still, we made it through this year, we should be able to take one more week, even from the shallow bitches on the cheerleading squad."

Lia bit her lip briefly as she pondered for a moment what to say. Part of her wanted to desperately confide in her closest, dearest friend what had happened, but the rest of her feared what would happen if she did. Bad enough worrying about her ratting me out, the binturong thought as she turned back to her open locker and slowly began to take out the notebooks for her next class. Worrying about whether the bug in me will take over and do something once we're alone... "I'm sorry, Debbie," Lia finally said, closing her locker once she had gotten all that she required for the moment, and then turning back to the collie. "I... Something kinda happened over the weekend, and it's got my head in a tizzy. I just don't feel much like talking now, and I especially don't feel like being stuck into a smelly gymnasium filled with sweaty girls." Sweaty, young, lusciously fertile girls in tight gym clothes... Oh, geeze, think unsexy thoughts, Lia, the binturong thought, cursing the way her mind seemed to be so easily distracted now.

Fortunately, Deborah seemed to think her friend's sudden silence was due to something else. "Are you okay? What happened?" She asked, concerned.

"I'm fine," Lia replied, forcing her voice to sound relaxed, and she even managed to give her friend a smile. "I... I'll tell you about it later. Right now, we should get to mister Meinhander's class before he decides to jump the gun and issue the final today just to spite late comers."

Deborah chuckled at that, and she followed the binturong as the latter turned to lead them off to the aforementioned class. "Alright, but you'd better tell me. Because if you don't, I have vays of makingk you talk," she added in a vaguely sinister accent picked up from B-grade horror movies.

Despite the situation, Lia laughed briefly, and she smiled genuinely for the first time in two days. "Don't worry, Deb, I will." Just as soon as I figure out how to tell you without something bad happening.

* * * *

Some time and several classes later, Lia walked trepidly into the gym, following Deborah and essentially arriving last. Along with the other female seniors, she lined up along one wall while coach Szegey, a rather athletic hybrid of red fox and gray wolf, watched them with a detachment that never seemed to skew towards disapproval or respect at any time that Lia could remember. The female coach looked up and down the line, and then nodded to the girls in her class. "Good, nice to see all of you took me seriously," the folf said, and then began to pace up and down in front of her class. "Now, as I've said, this week will be one third of your physical education grade. What I haven't told you is what we'll be doing."

Szegey paused then, and the whole class seemed to stop breathing until she smirked slightly and continued. "Since all of you have shown enough discipline to show up here today, and since I have been adequately satisfied with your performance over the year, I think that this week shall be rather easy for you all," she said, smiling now as she saw the confused looks on the class. The smile soon disappeared, however, and her voice turned stern. "However, don't think that I am making this decision lightly. I know all of you have finals to your other classes, as well, and so all we'll be doing this week is meeting daily, and doing a three quick laps around the outside track before I let you girls go home early. I suggest you use that extra time to study your tails off, because if you have to rely on a good grade in P.E. for anything, then you're up the proverbial creek without a paddle.

"I see some of you have decided to forego your normal gym garb," Szegey continued, looking pointedly at Lia as she was, in fact, the only one in the room who hadn't changed into her gym clothes. "Again, I'm not going to go regulation on you all this week, so if you feel like you want to ruin perfectly good clothing by sweating in them, then I won't let it affect your grades, so long as you show up and run your laps. But next time, miss Nguyen, I would appreciate it if you gave me notice."

"Yes, missus Szegey," Lia said, blushing a bit at being called out, though she was thankful that the horrible possibilities of gym class triggering something within her changed body seemed to be melting away. "It won't happen again."

"Given it's the end of the year, I doubt it," Szegey mused briefly, and then shrugged. "In any case, all of you fall out and run your lap. I'll be watching you while I sit on a bench and check the want ads, but don't think I won't notice if you don't finish your laps. Anyone caught slacking off will have to stay and do the full class as we've been doing for the past semester, and don't think I won't stay here to make sure you do, because I've got the time, missies. Now, get going!"

With that final warning and command, the whole class turned and started to head towards the large double doors that led outside the school and onto the exercise field. As usual, Lia saw the class begin to clump together into its usual social cliques, and so she and Deborah walked slowly so that they could leave last, thus avoiding the attention of the 'cool' seniors. "Well, looks like we lucked out," the collie said conversationally as the two friends walked into the sun and stood for a moment until their eyes adjusted. "Especially you, Lia. Man, I thought Szegey would want to roast you on a spit."

"Oh come on, Deb, she's not that bad," Lia countered as the field became clear and they began walking off towards the oval track located in one corner of the fenced yard. "Not at all like coach Farnkum. You remember her, the 'Farkin' Frau'?"

"Ugh, don't remind me," Deborah said with a shudder. "I swear, she must've been one of those East German women weight lifters from years ago. I've never seen more muscles on someone who should have more estrogen than testosterone."

"Yeah, 'should' being the operative word there," Lia replied with a chuckle. "Anyway, let's just get this lap over with. I want to go home and rest and study before the western humanities final tomorrow."

Deborah snorted, making Lia smile again as they both had a similar opinion on humanities classes. "Lia, we could be drunk off our tails and stoned on pot and still pass that final. You know those classes are only on the curriculum to give jobs to people with degrees in humanities."

Lia chuckled and opened her muzzle to reply when something tickled in her mind, warning her of some sort of threat from behind her. By this time, the two friends had made it to the track, and so the concrete gave her feet excellent traction, allowing the binturong to spin ninety degrees to the right just in time as a red furred shoulder passed through the now empty space where Lia's shoulder would have been a split second before.

The owner of the advancing shoulder, anticipating a collision, became unbalanced, and she had to slow down from her jog and take a few halting steps to keep from falling over. Lia recognized the vixen who had nearly slammed into her on purpose, and her ears twitched backwards a bit in anger as she recognized "Jessie Atkins."

The attractive red vixen turned to face the binturong, blushing in embarrassment and anger at having been outmaneuvered. "Oh, were you there?" She said sneeringly, trying to regain her usual haughty nature. "Sorry, chunk-Lia you were moving so slow I thought it was an optical illusion."

Lia felt her fur bristle up even more than normal for her species at the derogative nickname that the bullying vixen had been calling her for four years now. However, the binturong calmed herself down, and then rolled her eyes at the vixen. "Right," she said, sarcastically, and then turned and began to jog off down the track. "Just remember not to walk into the boy's locker room again, Jessica," Lia added. Even without looking back, she could practically feel the vixen's eyes boring holes into the back of her skull with the pure hatred that came from being the butt of a prank Lia had concocted to get back at the bully the year before. It was one of the few events in school that gave the binturong the will to keep standing up to Atkins, and furthermore, it was funny to tell her friends about, as well.

A moment later Lia heard panting coming from behind her, and she slowed down to let Deborah catch up. "Man... you... nailed her..." The out of shape collie said in between breaths. "How... did you... know?"

"Just a guess," Lia said, deciding to keep the flash of warning from her friend for now. Mainly because I'm pretty sure I know which part of me it came from, the binturong thought as she jogged. Her thoughts soon turned to the jog itself, however, as Lia realized that she wasn't even breathing hard while traveling at a speed that would used to tire her out after a few minutes; a fact that became evident as Deborah fell behind, despite her straining. Lia thus slowed down, though she felt a bit sad at doing so. It feels good to run... Like all the energy in my changed body has another outlet than sex. This might be a good thing...

"Shit, how do... you go... so fast?" Deborah asked as she caught up.

"Just... Wanted to be away from bitch tits," Lia said, and then started to breathe harder, trying to make it seem like she was exerting herself as she would have before her infesting. "In fact... I need to slow down," Lia said, deciding then to make use of the last few minutes. "I want to... wait until after... the others leave anyway before I shower. I don't want bitch tits deciding to cause a scene, after all," she added, slowing her pace down to just above a fast walk.

"Yeah, okay," Deborah said, catching some of her breath as she slowed to match her friend's pace. "We're still... studying tonight, right?"

Lia frowned a bit, feeling a ball of ice materialize in her stomach. Just in time, too, as the dirtier parts of her mind took the memories of past studies - working alone in Lia's room, door locked - and started to make arousing scenarios. The fear and worry, however, worked to help quench the sudden spike of desire, and Lia sighed before replying. "I don't know, Deb," she said. "Some things came up over the weekend, so I'm not sure if I'll have time to study with you this week."

Deborah gave her friend and incredulous look. "But, this is the only week to study. The last week, I should say."

"I know," Lia said, grimacing as they continued to follow the track, heading on the home stretch now back to the gym. "Look, just... Just call me in a couple of hours, and I'll see if things haven't improved by then. Okay?"

Again, Deborah looked surprised, but she nodded. "Okay then," she said, and then glanced forward. "I'll go on ahead now and make sure that Jessie won't be waiting in ambush. And I will be calling you," she added, and then jogged off, leaving Lia to wonder what other surprises the day would bring.

* * * *

A few minutes later, the infested binturong was slowly walking through the gym, having decided to take a bit more time than usual to approach the girls' locker room and showers as to avoid coming into contact with Atkins again. Fortunately for her, the touchy vixen tended to stick with her little clique, and as she approached Lia saw the tail ends of several of the girls in that group walking out of the gym doors.

Her good fortune was only further confirmed as Lia entered the locker room, and found it empty save for Deborah, who was just beginning to dress in her regular clothes following her shower. The mere glimpse of the collie's belly, rotund as it was, made the new instincts in Lia's head trigger, and she had to take in a deep breath and concentrate hard for a moment to keep her body from reacting in a rather visible way. Okay, come on now, just a little longer, the binturong thought as she walked over to her own locker, close to where Deborah was putting on her clothes. Just a bit longer and then you should have the showers to yourself, like you like it, and then maybe... a little fun. The mere idea of it made the length in her groin stir, and Lia had to bite her lip as she sat down on the bench that ran down the middle of the row to gain access to her bottom-row locker.

"Jessie just left with her little crew," Deborah said from where she stood behind Lia, finishing with her dressing and then closing her locker with a metallic clang. "So the showers should be clear like you like it, Lia."

"I saw her leave, yeah," Lia said, wondering why she felt something odd seeming to emanate from her friend. This is strange, like when I 'felt' Jessica's little attempt to shove me down, only different, the hybridized woman thought in a brief flash before she realized she should be actually opening her locker by now. "Thanks, Deb," Lia said, reaching into her pocket for the keychain she kept the locker key on. "Call me tonight, like you said. See you later," she added before bending over to reach the locker, her tail unwittingly flagging high as some of her latent desires raised the limb seemingly of its own volition.

Once more, Lia felt the curios sensation, almost a heat-like feeling, emanate from her friend before she spoke. "Okay, I'll talk to you tonight," the collie said, and then turned and began her walk out of the locker room, meandering through the maze of wall-like locker banks before she pressed the door to the school open and left.

Lia listened to her the whole way, and only finally sighed in relief as she heard the outer door slam shut. Thank whatever there is that I'm alone, finally, she thought, releasing her mental control a bit and instantly feeling a rise in the feelings of lustful pleasure in her body. I need to paw off, bad, before I decide to grab the first woman I see and- she halted her thoughts there, as her ovipositor grew within her pants, and Lia had to stand up to remove her clothing before they got soaked in her juices. Maybe if I paw off, I can get home without messing myself, the binturong thought as she finished undressing and then headed off to the showers with the cleaning supplies she had retrieved from her locker.

The showers were, as in many high schools, communal, consisting of a large tiled room subdivided by shoulder-height dividing walls into semi-private shower stalls. Lia had never felt comfortable bathing in front of others, and so she had taken to waiting until everyone was finished and the showers were empty before cleaning herself off from the exertions of physical education. This behavior paid off for her now, much to the binturong's relief, as it ensured that no one would see her altered body, and gave her a fair bit of privacy as well, which she only added to by picking one of the furthest stalls away from the showers' entrance. The last thing I want is anyone seeing me like this, Lia thought as she entered the stall, glancing down to see her ovipositor was already out and glistening. The mere sight of it made her shudder, though not in the horror and disgust that she would have had only a few days prior, but now in desire to touch and caress the slightly writhing organ. I guess there can be some upsides to this whole thing, the binturong thought with a lustful smile as she set down the shampoo and soap onto the shelf built into the wall and then turning the water valves next to it.

At first, only cold water poured down over her, cooling Lia's desire somewhat even as it chilled her body, but soon enough the water heated up, and the infested woman chirred slightly as the wonderful feeling of warm water coursing over her curvaceous frame. Mmm, a shower feeling this wonderful is an upside, indeed, Lia thought as she reached for her cleaning supplies, intending to do a quick wash before letting herself indulge in physical release.

Predictably, she rushed through the usual wash cycle, but about halfway through Lia paused as she felt something odd in her belly, and she looked down to see that there was a bulge low down, close to her belly button. Another egg? She wondered, hoping to have an answer from the bug mind inside her.

-Yes. Not archival as before, this is egg that can be used for infesting- The alien mind replied. -Could be used for reproduction, but require male for that-

Lia frowned briefly, but this expression faded into one of pleasure as she felt around her again-rounded belly, the touches feeling almost as sensual as when she massaged her breasts before her infesting. I don't want to force anyone, she thought, her hands trailing down to her groin as she let the pleasure finally begin to take over.

-Hope it will not be necessary, either- The bug-mind replied. May not be, in fact. Your friend seems attracted to you from her thoughts-

Lia blinked at that, freezing for a moment as her hands reached down to grasp the base of her wiggling ovipositor. Wait, what? Are you talking about how... how I felt something from her, like when I felt that Jessica was going to try to attack me?

-Yes. Part of infestor race abilities is telepathy, even the passive variety with none-hive sentient creatures. You are beginning to develop it, so only detect feelings now, but soon much more-

The binturong's eyes widened at that, and the idea of being able to feel other persons' emotions and feelings only stoked her fires of lust more as she realized that if she did, indeed, infest someone, she would be able to feel their pleasure as well as her own. Oh, fuck, that's hot, Lia thought, her hands overcoming their rigor mortis and beginning to stroke up and down her writhing, slimy shaft. Waves of pleasure began to roll into her mind, making Lia roll her eyes up into her head as she closed them, concentrating only on caressing and massaging her length. Every touch felt like a massage to her most powerful erogenous zone, and soon enough she was gasping lightly as the pleasure began to slowly approach her peak.

* * * *

The door to the locker room slowly swung open, the hinges squeaking slightly. The noise made the entering figure wince briefly, but when no sound of alarm was heard, the person continued into the room, slowly closing the door behind her and then bolting the door shut with the lock put there to prevent over-amorous males from barging into a room full of unclothed females. Although there was a key to open the lock from the outside, it was usually only held by the coach, who was now heading to her car to leave, the janitor, who was hours away, and the school's off-duty deputy serving as a 'resources officer.' Thus, Jessica Atkins slipped quietly into the locker room and headed towards the showers, following her ears, knowing that an interruption of her planned revenge would likely go uninterrupted.

Stupid fat bitch, thinks she can talk to me like that, the rather aggressive vixen thought angrily as she hefted the pillowcase that had several bars of institutional soap in it. The heavy, hard bars would lend her swing a good deal of punch, while the pillowcase and the fur that everyone had would soften the blow just enough to keep the weapon from being identified as such from the bruises. Jessie had picked up the nefarious nature of the improvised weapon from her rather abusive stepfather, and already she had used it twice before to gain a measure of revenge on other girls she had either been in competition with to gain a boy's attentions, or just to wail on someone who had ratted her out.

Now, however, her target was someone who hadn't buckled under her taunting, but instead had done her best to ignore the vixen. Jessie could understand, even enjoy hatred, but being ignored irritated her to no end, and now that the school year was almost over, the bully wasn't about to let one of her prey get out of high school without being taught a lesson from someone not in the faculty.

Thusly, she crossed through the maze of lockers and reached the entrance to the showers. Here she stopped and used her predatory senses to see if anyone else was around, or even to see if it was really the binturong herself that was in the shower. Oh, yes, there's her scent, Jessie thought, smirking evilly as she hefted the bag and slowly started to creep into the showers, moving slowly and letting the pads on her digitigrade feet absorb any noise as she moved onto the tile floor. The fatty smells different, though, the vixen mused briefly, but then dismissed the thought as the mist from the showers occluded any significant changes to Lia's scent. I'm going to have to remember to beat her a few times just for getting my fur and hair damp.

A sudden moan made the vixen freeze halfway through the open area in the showers, however, and Jessie waited for the mist to clear a bit to see if she had been spotted somehow. When she saw the binturong ahead, eyes closed and face twisted in pleasure, though, the vixen relaxed a bit, and smirked once again as she saw the subtle movements in the young woman's upper body indicating that her hands were busy. Ah, naughty girl, mustn't do that, Jessie thought as the mist built up again, covering her as she made her way to the last stall and then rounded it, hefting her bag up high and over a shoulder to strike.

What she saw, however, froze the vixen in her tracks. Jessie's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she saw that not only had the binturong's figure dramatically improved, but also the fact that a series of armor-like shiny black plates ran up her back, and most obviously, that there was a long, writhing mass between the girl's legs that the binturong still pumped with her hands as she was still lost in pleasure. The vixen's eyes locked onto the glistening shaft briefly, drawn there out of morbid curiosity and unwilling to move off the strangely arousing vision. Until, though, Lia moaned and bucked her hips once, causing a spurt of clear goo to spurt from the tip of the slimy length to slap into the wall of the shower; that made the bully vixen shriek briefly in surprise and horror.

Lia's eyes snapped open, panic flooding her mind even as she relied on instincts old and new to move her body, pivoting accurately, even on the water-slicked tile, to face the direction the noise had come from. She came face to face with Jessie, and both stared at one another for several long, interminable seconds as they each struggled to assimilate the situation and reach some sort of conclusion of what to do.

Jessie had a head start, though, from seeing the binturong for a few moments prior, and she finally managed to stammer a bit even as she backed away. "Wha- what the fuck are you?!" She asked, half yelling the question. Unfortunately, Lia didn't have a ready answer, and she just stood there for a moment, trying to think of what to do. The silence, however, gave the vixen's mind time to realize that what she was seeing was so far beyond normal that her fight-or-flight responses kicked in, and Jessie dropped her sack and began to turn and run.

Seeing the vixen begin to make an escape triggered a variety of instincts and thoughts inside Lia's head, ranging from fear that the vixen would reveal her to the world, to the fact that prey was right there and was trying to get away! Her conscious mind overwhelmed, Lia felt as if she was merely watching someone else as she coiled up slightly, and then unleashed her pent-up muscles, sprinting off in pursuit of the running vixen after barely a half-second's delay. Fortunately for the infested binturong, Jessie slipped on some water near the center of the showers, falling forward to her hands and knees for a moment before getting back up, which let Lia pounce through the air, aiming for and slamming into the fleeing vixen. The two went flying forward from the impact, hitting the wet floor and sliding forward and into the locker area before coming to a stop.

Although surprised by the move, Jessie reacted to it quickly, scrabbling to get up and out from underneath the monster that had landed on top of her. Her hands clawed at the floor even as her legs coiled up under her, trying to gain purchase, her body heaving in an attempt to throw the weight on top of her off. She barely got halfway to freedom before Lia pulled herself forward and grabbed the vixen's shoulders with her hands. Then she planted her feet just right to the side of the struggling Jessie and promptly threw her into a bank of lockers.

The impact rang out soundly in the moisture-heavy air, and though the blow was light, given the bad angle and poor leverage Lia had on the vixen, it nevertheless stunned Jessie long enough for the infested woman to stand up and move over to where her prey had rolled away from the lockers, onto her back so she could reach up with both hands to cover the spot in her head that had hit the metal. Lia took advantage of the vixen's position, dropping over Jessie and grabbing both of the vixen's wrists in her hands, wrenching them to the side and pinning them down with her weight as she used her legs to pin the bully's hips to the floor.

Jessie by this time had recovered from hitting the lockers, and she looked up into Lia's face with a mixture of rage and terror. "Let me go you fucking freak!" She yelled, breathing heavily from the adrenalin pumping in her veins. When Lia made no such move, Jessie's eyes grew wide before she started to suck in air, puffing her chest out as she made ready to scream.

No! I'll be discovered! Lia raged inside her mind, and at her will her tail curved around and shot between the two combatants. As binturong tails are as long as their main bodies and flexibly prehensile, Lia had no problem moving the limb in and wrapping it around Jessie's throat before clenching down to stifle the scream she knew to be coming.

The look on Jessie's face turned into one of pure, unadulterated panic as she felt her windpipe squeezed, unable to draw or release breath. Her struggles grew into outright thrashing, but Lia's improved strength and superior position held the vixen down, and slowly, the struggles began to slow as the oxygen was depleted within her lungs and body.

Lia found herself staring on in mute horror as she watched the life begin to drain from the vixen's face, the red and white muzzle opening and closing in silent screams and pleas as Jessie's eyes begged the binturong. The thought of being discovered, however, kept Lia's tail clenched around Jessie's neck until finally, her eyes closed as the vixen passed out.

Seeing the struggles cease seemed to trigger something in Lia, and she blinked as her instincts released her body. "Oh, fuck!" She hollered, quickly uncoiling her tail from around Jessie's neck. Her action could not have been timelier, as another moment and damage would have began to occur in the vixen's brain. Instead, she was simply knocked out, something that Lia recognized from deep-seated, alien memories, as well as noting that the vixen was already starting to stir slightly as her brain fought to regain consciousness in its adrenalin-driven survival mode.

This, of course, posed a sudden and frightening question inside Lia's mind. What do I do? The binturong asked herself as she stared down at the unconscious vixen. When she wakes up, she'll run again, she'll tell people, and I'll be exposed and hunted by society. But what can I do?

-Several options- The bug mind in her spoke up, sounding agitated as well, which would have been a noteworthy first if not for the situation. -First, you could imprison her somehow-

Lia frowned for a moment before dismissing the idea with a thought. How the fuck do I do that? I'm not a cop, nor do I have a space to stick her in.

-Second option- the bug mind continued. -Termination. She cannot reveal what we are if she is no longer alive. Even your peoples allows for killing in self-preservation, and since your exposure would mean certain death...-

That idea chilled Lia down to her core, and she shuddered. No! I can't... I won't kill her! She thought angrily. I'm not a murderer, I don't care how bad she's been!

The alien mind within was silent for a few moments that grew far more tense as the vixen continued to shift a bit as her body recovered from oxygen starvation. Finally, a curious mixture of joy and sadness came from the bug as it spoke to Lia. -There is, then, only one last choice-

Oh, fuck.

* * * *

Disturbing half-thoughts and fragments of visions tormented Jessie as her mind swam through the ethereal sea that is unconsciousness. Fear of a nameless terror and sensations of being pursued mixed in with anger and frustration to agitate the vixen even as she struggled to pull herself back into the light. Gradually, though, the thoughts faded and her eyes finally began to see light, all right, as the inside of her eyelids glowed with the diffused light of fluorescent bulbs.

Then in a flash, her eyes snapped open, and Jessie gasped as she awoke, breathing heavily in fear as a primitive part of her mind remembered that she had gone unconscious in a dangerous situation. Slowly but surely, her brain began to work properly again, and as her thoughts finally returned to her Jessie finally started to wonder what had happened and why she was lying on her back. The memories of finding Lia in the shower, and the chase and struggle hit her then, causing the vixen's breath to catch in her throat as she realized that she could be in danger. I've got to get out of here before she comes back to finish killing me! Jessie thought, and then began to sit up.

She didn't get far, however, before her arms refused to budge from where they lay, and Jessie slapped back to the surface she was lying on, making a slight noise. What the hell is wrong with my arms? She wondered, finally realizing that both of her hands had been pulled up, above her head, and were solidly bound in some sort of warm, hard restraint that covered her wrists and a portion of her forearms. Jessie tugged at the object holding her down, but it didn't even budge a millimeter, and she felt a keen sense of panic return at this realization. Maybe I can use the claws on my feet? She asked herself before trying to lift her legs up, only to realize that they, too, were solidly restrained.

Oh fuck, what's going on?! Jessie asked, her mental state again approaching panic. Quickly, she raised her head up and looked over the area that she could make out, and promptly discovered that she was lying face up on one of the locker room benches. Her arms were restrained somewhere out of her sight, obviously, but they were secured at the same level as her head, indicating they were on the bench, as well. Her legs, however, were stuck to the floor on either side of the bench, again out of her sight thanks to the angle, and Jessie felt her panic increase just a bit as she realized that the way she had been restrained left her spread-eagled. The only thing keeping her panic from reaching intolerable levels was the fact that she was at least still wearing her usual street clothes, and the vixen hoped that her jeans and t-shirt would remain intact, as if they weren't then only her tail would be available to protect her modesty.

"Ah, finally awake," a familiar voice said from somewhere above the vixen's head, making her shudder in fear. "L-Lia?" Jessie asked, twisting her head around to try and see the other woman. "That's you, right?"

The binturong remained out of the vixen's vision, but her voice was close as she spoke again. "You know, Jessie, you've been a pain in the ass for years," Lia said, her tone low and faintly disgruntled. "You just couldn't leave other people alone, could you? You couldn't just leave me alone... and now, you will pay for that mistake."

"Please," Jessie squeaked out, struggling a bit against her bonds. "Don't kill me, I won't tell anyone about you!" She pleaded, still trying to look for the other woman. "I don't even know who I would tell! Not like anyone would believe me, right? ...Right?"

"Someone would," Lia said, her voice shifting to the side. "Someone always has, someone always will." Finally she stepped into the vixen's line of sight from the left, and Jessie turned her head to plead with her captor. Even as her muzzle opened, however, her mind and body again froze in shock and fear at what she saw.

Lia stood straight, looking down at the vixen with an expression of sadness and contempt, her hands resting lightly on her hips, six strips of shiny, black material crossed her sides from behind her back to create a sinister-looking pattern on the binturong's front, and the slowly writhing length of the infested woman's ovipositor all combined to create the impression that Lia was someone, something that was not of this world, something that was to be feared. Jessie did feel fear, and it kept her from making the pleas and excuses that she so desperately wanted to voice.

"What's the matter, Jessie?" Lia asked, her voice slipping a bit lower, becoming a bit softer as she began to slip more into her new role. She slowly moved forward, crouching down slightly next to the terrified vixen so that her crotch, and thus her stirring ovipositor, was right at Jessie's eye level. Much to her new sense of perverted satisfaction, Lia noted that the vixen continued to stare chiefly at the ovipositor, and she smirked. "You act like you've never seen one of these before," Lia said teasingly, reaching down with one finger to lightly stroke the top of her ovi from base to tip, shuddering in pleasure as she did so.

The movement finally managed to break the spell the vixen was under, and Jessie finally jerked her head sideways so she could look up at the binturong's face. "Wh-what are you?" She asked, tears beginning to form in her eyes as terror continued to hold her in its grasp.

"Something new," Lia allowed, once again feeling a tingle flow through her as she began to let her instincts guide her actions and thoughts. "Something that will make people afraid, as you are. But there's nothing to fear, Jessie," Lia said, smiling lustfully as she moved the hand from her ovipositor, reaching the slime-coated tip of her finger towards the vixen's muzzle. Jessie recoiled as much as she could from the incoming appendage, but restrained as she was, she could only clench her jaws shut and look on fearfully as the binturong pushed the slimed finger under her lips and rubbed the sticky material along her gums. "Nothing to fear at all, as I've found out," Lia added, withdrawing her finger after the goo was gone. Then the lustful look on her face faded into one of sadistic glee, and she gave the vixen a smirk. "But then, I had a choice, of sorts, a choice whether to like what's happened to me, or to reject it, to fight it. You, though, will not have that luxury."

Jessie whimpered slightly, both from the mysterious taunt and from the fact that her mouth now started to feel warmer and wetter than normal. "Wh-what do you mean?" She asked, only to instantly dread at the coming answer.

Lia smirked again before standing all the way up again, turning slightly to the side so that Jessie could see clearly as she circled and patted the bulge in her abdomen. "I've got something for you, Jessie," the binturong said lustfully, feeling more and more comfortable with what she was doing as time went on. "Something that I'm going to put inside you, something that will mark you forever as someone, some_thing_ belonging to me. And you're going to thank me for it, Jessie."

"What?!" The vixen yelped, eyes going wide at the other's words. Then, for a moment, her old anger returned, and her eyes narrowed. "I'll- I'll never thank you!" She raged, her snapping jaws flinging some of the excess saliva from her uncontrollably watering mouth. "I'll kill you, you stupid bitch!"

The soft, almost sad sigh that came from Lia was more startling than any blow, and it stopped the ranting vixen in her tracks. "Poor deluded Jessie," she said, leaning over the bound vixen, dangling her black-furred breasts in front of Jessie's face as her left hand reached down to roughly grab the vixen's right mammary through the shirt and bra. The quick, almost painfully tight grasp made Jessie gasp in surprise and pleasure, despite the situation, and she had to clench her jaws shut to keep from moaning.

Lia, however, noticed the look on her prey's face, and she smiled in surprise. "Well, what's this?" She asked, releasing the vixen's breast. "Does the bully vixen like it rough?"

"Fuck you," Jessie replied, turning her head to the side away from Lia. Her ears folded back in anger and not a little fear as the saliva continued to pour from her mouth, onto the bench.

"All in due time, dear Jessie," Lia countered, causing the vixen to tense up a bit. The surprise only deepened for Jessica, however, as she felt her muzzle grabbed hard and then had her head wrenched around to face the infested binturong once more. The two women stared into one another's eyes for a moment before Lia grasped the upper and lower jaws of the vixen in her bluntly clawed fingers and then pulled them apart. Surprised and intimidated by the rough move, Jessie offered no resistance as Lia pressed her blunt muzzle over the vixen's own, and much to the latter's surprise the binturong's tongue seemed to extend, wiggling deeper and deeper into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat. Jessie tried to gag at that, but the tongue continued into her neck without a problem, and the vixen forced herself to hold her breath lest she choke as Lia's tongue throbbed, and soon the bound woman felt a warm liquid flow down her throat to slip into her belly.

Only a few seconds passed before Lia withdrew her tongue, but it had seemed like an eternity to both predator and prey. Jessie coughed slightly as she found her esophagus once again open to let her breathe, but the irritation passed quickly, and she found herself feeling slightly dizzy. At first she was inclined to believe it was a lack of oxygen again, but within seconds this notion was dispelled as Jessie began to feel a slow burning warmth begin within her belly, confined there only a moment before the feeling began to spread throughout her body. "What did you do to me?" She asked tearfully, pleading eyes looking up at her captor.

"I began the process to turn you from the school bitch, into my bitch," Lia growled out, lust and possessiveness combining in a fearful combination that made Jessie shudder. Then she moaned as once again the binturong reached down, grasping both of the vixen's breasts in her hands and kneading them as she spoke. "You've been a terror to the other students here, you think you own the school and you have the right to treat us like your toys. Well, Jessie," Lia said as she moved her hands up to grasp the vixen's shirt collar, and then ripped the cotton fabric apart, exposing her furry chest and breasts barely contained in a sports bra. "The shoe is on the other foot now," Lia added, pausing only to reach under Jessica's back to undo the clasps of the bra so she could pull it aside, fully exposing the vixen above the waist.

"Stop!" Jessie yelped out, shifting a bit on the bench, feeling her horror and fear of being raped begin to mix with the increasingly pleasurable sensations of her body. Undoubtedly in her mind, the strange liquid pumped into her stomach was to blame, but even so, a part of her primitive vulpine mind began to whisper thoughts of surrender, of submission to the pleasure; a leftover of the old, feral mating process.

The conflict grew even more pronounced as Jessie felt Lia's hands once again massaging her breasts, this time without any fabric to dull the sensations. Despite herself, Jessie emitted a low whine of pleasure for a brief second as Lia flicked her nipples with her finger pads. "What was that, my pet?" Lia asked teasingly, looking into the vixen's face as she continued to knead and flick the subdued woman's breasts.

"S- stop," Jessie grated out through clenched teeth. "Please, stop it," she asked, her voice cracking slightly as the mental struggle in her mind continued.

"And how many people did you torment in your bullying ask you to stop?" Lia asked, a bit of stern disapproval entering her voice. Jessie shuddered at the tone, partially out of fear, but also out of a new desire to earn approval. "You didn't give them a choice, Jessie, now you don't get a choice. You're going to pay for your treatment of others by becoming my servant, my tool, my bitch," Lia added, releasing her hands from Jessie's breasts and tracing her fingers down the vixen's body, heading for the waist of her pants and rubbing the soft, luxurious fur the whole way. "You're going to be my fuck toy, Jessie. After all, you are a red vixen, the most widespread symbol of sexuality, so you should be more than able to perform for me time and time again."

Jessie moaned loudly then, the binturong's words and soft ministrations working on her in ways she didn't know she could be aroused in. "Nnnn-no," Jessie uttered, her voice drawing out as she breathed more and more heavily as each moment passed. "I- I..."

Any further protest was abruptly cut off as Lia unlatched the jeans separating her from her goal and roughly yanked the pants down, pulling them to reveal the vixen's panty-covered slit, easily seen as the effects of Lia's nectar had already made Jessie wet and horny. "Your mouth says no, but your pussy begs to be fucked," Lia said, and then began to slowly slide over the vixen until she straddled the bound woman's hips and thighs.

"Stop, please stop," Jessie begged, but her voice was little more than a whisper now. The arousal building within her was overpowering her senses, and the feeling of a warm body pressing down on hers began to crest the dam of her mental control.

Lia smiled down at the vixen, noting with vengeful satisfaction the confused, tortured look on the vixen's face as she fought the feelings rising in her. "No, Jessie," Lia said, reaching down between the vixen's legs to pull her prey's panties down, exposing her reddened, wet slit. The touch of the cool air alone was enough to bring Jessie nearly to the brink of orgasm, and she bucked her hips up, bouncing them against Lia's inner thighs. "Besides, I know you're enjoying this. And it's not because of my nectar that I fed you, either. No, Jessie, I can feel your thoughts," she said, leaning forward until she was lying down on the vixen, pressing their breasts together as she brought herself face-to-face with the fearful, needing young woman. "You were mistreated by your stepfather, forced to be the target of his wrath, and so you learned to be hard so you could withstand the onslaught. But always," she continued, reaching a hand up to stroke a tear-stained, furry cheek as the vixen's eyes widened and began to show something other than fear or anger. "Always, you've wanted someone to stand up and protect you. Either your mother or your friends or extended family, but no one did."

Jessie sniffed, sadness flooding her mind as Lia brought forth suppressed thoughts and feelings. It was the final straw for the vixen, and she finally began to cry, half in sorrow, and half in joy as she understood what Lia now explained. "You don't have to worry Jessie, you're not alone any more. Accept me, accept my gift and let me infest you, let me take you as my own family, a member of my hive. Take my egg and you will never be alone ever again."

"Yes!" Jessie nearly screamed, arching her back as she submitted. "Give it to me, Lia! Make me your bitch, your fuckslut! Take me now, I'm yours!"

Lia chirred and from somewhere within her, she made a light chittering noise as she shifted her hips back so that her ovipositor, long denied its purpose, now could writhe its way forward as she probed for the vixen's watery love tunnel. The heat coming from the orifice, however, was more than enough guide, and within a second, the tip of Lia's black, slimy shaft nestled in between the folds of Jessie's heated sex. The infested binturong paused only for a moment to ensure that she was lined up before thrusting her hips down and forward, shoving the long, firm, wiggling mass of oozing flesh deep into the waiting depths.

Jessie screamed briefly, not out of pain but of pure pleasure, as the sensations she felt were unlike any previous sexual encounter she'd had. "Oh, yes, yes yes yes!" She yelped out, writhing under Lia's body for an altogether different reason than a few minutes prior. "Fuck me Lia, fuck your little bitch!"

"Yesssss," Lia just hissed out as she began to slowly back out, only to shove herself forward again a second later. She started slowly, but soon enough was pistoning back and forth inside her new hive-sister's cunt, shoving hard against the vixen's cervix as she felt her womb contract, shoving the egg downwards. "Tell me again, Jessie," Lia grunted out as the round, firm mass began to enter her vaginal tract, increasing her pleasure to unimaginable levels. "Call me your mistress, and surrender yourself to the hive!"

"I surrender, my mistress!" Jessie hollered, before yelling in pleasure as she felt the egg press into her body, sliding within Lia's ovipositor as it made its way to the now-willing vixen's womb. "Lay your egg in me, make me whole!"

Lia couldn't take it anymore, and with one final push she shoved the tip of her ovipositor deep within her vixen, pressing past the cervix just before the egg was pushed through her convulsing length, popping out from the end of the fleshy shaft and nearly bouncing off the walls of Jessie's womb. Both women climaxed at that, Jessie's cunt clutching almost insanely tight around Lia's ovipositor as the firm, slimy mass pumped nearly two liters of various, viscous fluids into the vixen's body, flooding her womb with chemicals that unlocked the egg and began her infestation.

* * * *

Lia collapsed onto Jessie, her body pressing into the converting vixen's out of sheer necessity, as the binturong had been wracked with the single most pleasurable experience of her entire life. Even the previous sexual acts leading up to and following her infesting now only seemed to be precursors to something beyond trivial lust, into the realm of pure, unadulterated bliss.

And of course, it took every bit of energy out of her. Oh, fuck, that was the best I've ever felt ever, Lia thought, too tired to even move her head from where it rested between Jessie's breasts. Not that I would want to, anyway, the binturong thought with mild amusement. Once upon a time, I was straight as an arrow. Now, I love these jubbly things; no wonder males go insane for a woman's tits.

Jessie shifted underneath Lia just then, and the infested queen decided that she had used her new convert as a pillow long enough, and she slowly began to stand. Although she withdrew her still firm ovipositor from Jessie's snatch just as slowly, the mere movement was enough to make both women shudder in pleasured bliss for the long ten seconds that it took for Lia to fully withdraw. "Thank you, mistress," Jessie said, looking up at Lia now with love and devotion. "Thank you so much," she added, her eyes beginning to tear up.

"Shh," Lia said, leaning over and pressing one of her hands to the vixen's lips, even as her other reached up to grasp the block of hardened slime she had spit from her mouth to bind Jessie to the bench. "No more tears, my pet, my sister. Just relax and let the egg do its work," Lia added before moving up and then spitting another fluid from her mouth onto the black slime block, this one acting like a key and making the material dissolve itself, freeing the vixen's arms.

Jessie promptly sat up at that, and before Lia could do anything, she was wrapped in a tight, but caring hug. "I'm so sorry for treating you so badly, Lia," Jessie sobbed out briefly. "I didn't know what I was doing."

"I know," Lia replied, patting her arms on Jessie's back before making the vixen release her from the hug so they could face each other. "I had my worries, Jessie, but I can see now that you will make an excellent addition to my hive. You can be hard, and now, you know when to be soft, as well.

"For now, though, we must maintain some semblance of appearances," Lia continued, turning around and pausing in her speech just long enough to dissolve the blocks of black slime that had bound Jessie's legs. "We must go our separate ways for now, and we must act as if today did not happen the way it did. I don't think you should pick on anyone anymore, but you mustn't change your behavior too radically, or people will begin to wonder."

Jessie nodded her head slowly. "I understand, mistress," she said, idly reaching down to pat her belly with a hand. "But... What about the egg? Will it hatch?"

Lia chuckled slightly, and then reached over to scritch behind the vixen's ears, making Jessie murr slightly and relax. "No, Jessie, our race does not do things quite the same way as the animals on this world," she said, feeling a shudder of odd pleasure at admitting that she was no longer of the same species she'd been born into. "I can lay eggs that will hatch, or I can lay eggs that contain within them the genetic machinery and information to finish someone's infesting, to finish the process started by the fluid I fed you and the proteins in my ovipositor's lubricant."

"Is that why it feels like it's getting smaller?" Jessie asked, a bit worried, though she relaxed as Lia smiled faintly. "Yes, it's perfectly natural," she said, but then cocked her head as she saw that the vixen was still a bit sad. "What's wrong, my pet?"

"I..." Jessie started, and then blushed as she tried to gather the words she wanted. "I was hoping to have your baby, mistress. Or hatchling, or whatever you wanted to call it," she said, starting to breathe a bit more heavily again. "The idea of being filled with your spawn, of our spawn..."

Lia grunted at that, as she felt her body begin to stir again. "Enough, Jessie," she said softly. "I want that too, but for now we must be circumspect. We can't be having unusual pregnancies, or having insectoid young, we would be noticed. Someday, though, we will find a way, and when we do, I will fill you full of eggs, so full that you won't be able to walk."

Jessie shuddered at that, and her tail wagged a bit behind her. "I would love that, mistress," she said. A moment later, she sighed. "But you are right, we cannot be found. I mean, look how I reacted to you, after all," she said, smiling.

"Indeed," Lia said after a chuckle. "So let us continue with our lives so far, my pet. But remember, you can always come to me now," she added, embracing the vixen in another hug. "And maybe tomorrow we can test your body and see how far your infesting is progressing."

"Yes, mistress," Jessie said, shuddering in suppressed pleasure once again before standing up and beginning the process of redoing her pants. "But I think you should buy me a new shirt sometime, squirt," she added, smirking at Lia as she used and older nickname she had tried to taunt the binturong with.

Again, Lia chuckled. "Okay then, bitch-tits," she said, grinning before getting up to dress herself as well.