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Lightning

flickered in the background, casting lingering shadows upon the wall. Wind

caused the shifting house to groan, sending echoes from the wood through the

halls. A young woman crept timidly up the stairs. Her gaze was wide and

darting, for she knew she was not alone. Trembling fingers moved cautiously

along the wall, flicking a light-switch, but nothing happened.

A

dull thump drew her attention to a door which groaned to a mostly closed

position. "Uh-oh." Slowly, she approached ... "Don't do it." Placing one hand

upon the door ... "He's gonna get you." ... she pushed. Hinges whined in protest

revealing the darkened room beyond. Then, a sharp object pierced her skin, and

her blood splattered upon the adjacent wall.

"Oh,

good grief, really?" Marcy scoffed as the killer leaped out of his hiding place

and continued stabbing the girl repeatedly.

"I

know," Abigale commented with her mouth full of popcorn, "if I heard that shit

going on upstairs, I would NOT be checking it out!"

"Not

without a baseball bat," Marcy commented as dramatic music accompanied

hysterical screams.

"Hello,

9-1-1?" Abigale said, holding her hand up to her ear like it was a phone. "Yeah,

I think someone's in my home. No sir, I'm in my car driving away from my place

right now. Could you please send someone over to shoot the bastard?" They both

laughed at the impression.

"This

is a really disappointing movie."

"Hoping

I'd be all scared and cuddling with you?" Abigale teased her with a laugh. "I'm

scared," she whimpered in a dramatically ridiculous tone as she leaned into her

friend, "hold me!"

"Don't

worry sweet thing," Marcy replied in a husky tone as she hugged her friend

close, "I'll save you." No sooner had she uttered these words then she grabbed

her friend's butt and began enthusiastically fondling her.

"Gaah!"

Abigale squealed. She knew Marcy's attentions would kick in at some point

during the night. After a long shower, and a large dinner, both women had sat

down to watch bad horror movies while wearing baggy old pajamas and sweats. The

emotional trauma of Abigale day had made her a bit giddy and she found herself

laughing louder and responding to every bit of stimulus.

This

hypersensitivity, however, was not the reason for her squeal. Marcy's presence,

the heat of her body, the softness of her touch, and the pheromones she was

producing, were churning the young one in Abigale's body. A burning desire for

her friend was running through her, weakening her resolve to keep their

relationship as it was. Movement told Abigale her little creature was

re-positioning within, and wiggling through her cervix in an effort to swap

bodies.

A

fond bit of giggling occurred before Abigale finally pushed Marcy away. Feelings

of regret caused her touch to linger, but she did not know if her friend noticed.

"So,

how are you doing?" Marcy finally asked as she turned the movie off and drove

her hand into the popcorn bowl.

"I'll

be fine," Abigale assured her as she leaned back into her pillows with a sigh. "These

last few weeks have been ..."

"Yeah,"

Marcy nodded after her friend sat for too long without finishing her sentence. "How's

your little ninja tentacle baby?"

"Hungry,"

Abigale said with a chuckle, "and he's got a little sister too."

"Mmm?"

Marcy asked with a mouthful of popcorn. For several moments chewing was the

only sound in the room. She did not want to tell her ... had been too afraid to

say anything about this latest revelation. Anyone else would have thought she

was nuts ... but this was Marcy ... certainly she could tell Marcy ... "So, the

doctor tell you that?"

"No,"

Abigale shook her head but lost her nerve to say more.

"Come

on now," Marcy goaded her. "You can't leave me hanging like that."

"I

found out more ..." Abigale finally managed to say, but her eyes stayed glued to

the floor.

"Alright

..."

"I

was fiddling with that DVD that came with the box," she spoke slowly, placing

one hand over her womb as she gained both courage and momentum. "According to

the video ... you're original hunch wasn't too far off."

"Ninja

sperm?" Marcy guessed. Then she tilted her head the other way and tried again.

"Tentacle monster?"

"Definitely

a monster," Abigale said as she let out a breath. "Cooked up to be some super

race of genetically superior people."

"Cool,"

Marcy nodded, "so ... what's the catch?"

"There's

two in me."

"Congrats,"

Marcy said without blinking, "What else?"

"It's

... it's gonna kill me ..."

"What?"

the blond woman's poker face broke for a moment and then she regained control. A

comforting hand slid across the carpet and held hers. "Talk to me Abbs. What's

going on?" For a moment the two of them just sat there, her friend's hand felt

very warm and it seemed to drain some of the tension out of her.

"Well,"

the dark haired woman hedged as she began to flush, "I ... It says there are two

things I need to do ... to survive."

"Aaand?"

the other woman pressed closer, making the words which needed to be said even

more difficult to manage.

"Well

..." Abigale squeaked and then dared to look up into her best friend's eyes. The

concern that rested within let her know that Marcy would help her in any way

she could ... and that was almost as bad as being rejected.. "I need another

woman ... and another man."

"Well

... I'm here, Abby," Marcy told her seriously, as she moved a little closer. "You

need a blood transfusion or something? I'm here, tell me what you need."

"Well,"

Abigale began and then she took a breath and plunged ahead, "do you still want

your very own ninja sperm baby?"

For

a moment, neither spoke. Then Marcy broke into a fit of laughter so heavy that

she had to lean away and recover her breath. Abigale felt her entire body blush

from the reaction but her friend was not done.

"Are

you serious?" the blond woman gasped.

"Well,

I can only handle one of them," Abigale told her a little defensivly. "I need

to share the other!"

"Okay,

okay," Marcy said with a placating chuckle. "I think I kinda volunteered for

that earlier."

"We

were joking around," Abigale insisted. "This isn't a joke! The video says I

need to infect another woman with this thing! Are you actually okay with

this idea?"

"Abby,"

Marcy said with a gleam in her eyes, "have you any idea how boring my life has

been?"

"You?"

the younger of the two balked, "Boring?"

"To

tears," Marcy nodded with a resolved sigh. "I've been considering selling the

store and traveling ... going to Europe or doing something crazy ..."

"But

... you can't leave!" Abigale half-shrieked. "I need you!" A glimmer of adoration

shined in Marcy's eyes when Abigale said those words. A full body flush filled

her and she was forced to look away. "You're my only real friend ... I'd die if

you weren't here with me."

"Why

do you think I'm still here?" Marcy asked, and the question burned her even

more deeply than before.

"There's

more," Abigale barely uttered.

"Alright,"

Marcy spoke gently, "what else?"

"The

children ..." Abigale swallowed hard, praying she was not going mad for saying

such things. "Unless we have sex with a man ... the children will eat us."

"Eat

us?"

"Chest-buster

style," Abigale said, knowing her friend would get the reference.

"Well,

now ... that's interesting ..." Marcy's voice trailed off as her wheels spun, but

her body was still close. The little creature moved forward between Abigale's

legs. Pushing and stretching in an effort to get across to another mother. Abigale

clenched her vaginal muscles, pulling the little one back, not wanting to let

go.

"It's

a DNA thing," Abigale blurted out in an effort to regain control of the

situation. "But we can't just get any schlup. Bad fathers will make bad kids."

"So

we need to get us a good man?" Marcy asked and Abigale's entire being focused

on the word us and she nearly began

to cry. Then, her friend did what she always did. "How about Terry?"

"Terry?"

Abigale squeaked.

"Yeah,

he's kinda pretty," Marcy shrugged, "for a guy."

"Yeah

... he is," Abigale admitted as she struggled between her need to survive and the

absurd levels of excitement that coursed through her at the idea of having sex

with Terry.

"I

know he'd sacrifice a body part to have a threesome with us," Marcy carried on

as if they were talking about groceries.

"Y-y-ya

think s-ssoo?" Abigale began to stutter as her breathing increased. The

unintended intruder was releasing hormones, drawing blood to her womb, causing

waves of lust to fill her as they battled for control. She needed release ... wanted

to masturbate furiously and scream at the top of her lungs. But most of all ...

she wanted to attack her best friend and do things to her she would have never

allowed before.

"Yeah,"

Marcy said as she leaned all the way up to Abigale and kissed her on the side

of the head, "I do. The question is," she let one hand drift lower and gently

caressed Abigale's sensitive flank, "what do you want to do?"

An

excited moan escaped Abigale's lips as Marcy's hand cupped one breast. For the

first time ever, she did not pull away. She did not resist when her friend

gripped the other and began to massage them gently, either. Heavily flustered

breaths emitted as this attention continued, until, at last, she turned her

head to the side, found Marcy's lips, and pressed hers against them.

A

strange explosion of soft textures moistened her pallet. The taste was

different from that of a man in many ways. The greatest of these differences

being the skill of the woman she was kissing. Marcy drew her closer, pressing

together, their hands explored each other in slow and deliberate ways.

Abigale

felt her body relaxing as Marcy and the creature worked together on her

inhibitions. Every touch electrified her, the sound of breath and moans sent

tingles through her spine, the taste of this lovely womanly hunger inflamed her

own need.

"W-wait

..." Abigale gasped and her friend froze. "Is this ... is this ... right?"

"Right

... wrong ... I've wanted you for years. But that's not the real question." Marcy drew

back her hands and cupped them along the sides of Abigale's face. The serious

look in her eyes was a power which the other woman could not look away from,

and the words she spoke cost her something. "Is it what you want? Because if it

isn't ... we have to stop right now."

It

occurred to Abigale they had gone far, but were still teetering on the edge of

no-return. Marcy was burning with the inferno of a desire that had been stoked

for years and never gone out, but she was still in control of herself. If she

told her friend to stop, she would ... no questions asked ... no obligations

assumed. They would go back to teasing and joking around with a giant ball of

sexual frustration in her abdomen which never really went away.

Abigale

had never really considered that last part. Her best friend had wanted her for

years but managed to hold those feelings in check. This was not just a passing

one night stand or a night of cheap sex with no call back in the morning. Marcy

loved her ... it was the real thing. Any time Abigale reached for that love, it

would be there. Marcy would move Heaven and Earth, beat down armed thugs, hire

lawyers, stand up to homophobes and bigots, and share in a life threatening

adventure that would violate the deepest parts of her body. She would do this

for Abigale without a single regret or a moment of hesitation. All she had to

do was have the courage to let it happen.

"I

..." what do I want? "I ..." is it really true? "I ..." the creature

inside of her stopped, and its presence seemed to move away from her, as if

giving her privacy. It's stupid to keep

this up. If I do nothing, I die. In this choice there is life, there is hope,

and most important of all ... there is Marcy.

That

last thought swept over and through her like a wave of understanding. Clenched

eyes emitted tears, which seemed to push away the doubts and pains which she

had lived with all her life. Marcy, who I

call when I'm hurting. Marcy, who I call when I'm lonely. Marcy, who I can't

live without.

Abigale

moved forward, tumbling over the point of no-return and kissing Marcy with a

passion she had always reserved for a special person which her dreams had made

up. Piercing her lover's lips with her tongue, she tasted the feminine texture

within. The way the kiss was returned felt right so she pressed forward,

leaning Marcy back until she was laid completely flat.

Abigale

straddled her, caressed her soft body, and felt her strange curves. Sliding

Marcy's shirt up took courage, and she wondered if this was what a teenage boy

felt like. In her imagination, Marcy's breasts had always been perfect, held in

place like a supermodel whose seemingly magical beauty was eternal ... but

reality was never immaculate. Marcy's breasts were small, compared to hers. Gravity

had pulled them downward, stretched them out and made them narrow, droopy, and

flawed.

"Beautiful,"

Abigale whispered as she leaned forward and took one nipple in her mouth. A

gentle suction drew pleasant sounds and tastes while her other hand moved to

massage the other breast. Part of this made her want to laugh at how flimsy

they were. The magnificent rack which had always intimidated her was an

illusion, pushed up with supports and imagination.

Marcy's

hands began to paw at Abigale, and she realized she was being unfair. Still

straddling her lover, she sat upright, pulled her sweatshirt up over her head,

and tossed it to the floor. For several moments, they both marveled at the

breasts, which had been tightening and perking up over the past week. Abigale

had noticed some improvements, but the look of jealousy and joy on Marcy's face

told her she was indeed magnificent.

"H-how?"

"Some

side-affects include," Abigale spoke clinically as she leaned forward and

pressed her breasts against her lover's, "smooth skin," a lick on the neck,

"sleeker thighs," nibble on the ear, "and perky breasts." Their lips locked and

their movements brought happy noises from the both of them.

"Mmmm,"

Marcy moaned, "I like your sales strategy." The comment caused the two of them

to burst into giggles and they had to roll apart in order to regain control.

"Oh

God," Abigale gasped as she tried to fight off her giggles, "how could you say

that at a time like this?"

"Because

sex and laughter is awesome," Marcy told her with a grin, and then she moved

over her lover, on her hands and knees, in an effort to take charge. Another

round of kissing took place and the two of them rubbed their bodied together

once more. Abigale noticed this breast-on-breast stimulation was different than

she had imagined, and it seemed best when their nipples rubbed together. Still,

it paled to the actual loving caress of hands and curiosity.

It

turned out Marcy's time working in a sex shop had given her plenty of time to

research, and her tongue darted here and there, sending shivers through

Abigale's spine and causing her to gasp and moan obscenely. When loving lips

sealed around the her areola, a gently suction rolled her eyes back into her

head and brought forth tiny squeals of delight. Again she clenched her vaginal

walls clenched, holding back the tiny creature, slowing its progress as it tried

to stretch farther.

One

breast was suckled while the other massaged, causing twinges of pleasure to

swell through her. Then Marcy's eyes flicked open and she drew back with a

startled expression.

"Huh."

"What?"

Abigale blinked.

"I

think ..."

"What?"

Abigale propped herself up on her elbows and gazed up at her best friend who

appeared to be trying to puzzle something out.

"I

think you're lactating!" Marcy finally declared.

"No

way!"

"Yeah,"

Marcy nodded with a giggle as she licked her lips. "So ... do I get to be all hot

like you when I get my very own poddling?"

"Yeah,

I think so," Abigale shrugged.

"Good,"

Marcy nodded and then pounced, "because I want one."

Abigale

gasped loudly as Marcy began sucking vigorously on her other breast. Marcy's

other hand moved to it and squeezed in a series of motions which seemed to be

similar to milking a goat. Her other hand slid into Abigale's sweatpants and

began caressing her soaked panties. Shivers of amazed delight flowed through

her, into the waiting lips of her lover whom appeared to be enjoying herself

immensely. A strange, perverse, indulgence filled her, like she was somehow

sullying something pure. Like a man spurting his milk into a virginal woman,

she was injecting the essence of her own body into this other person. It was like

annexing another, claiming Marcy as hers.

An

almost sinister pleasure filled her as the need to conquer increased. Abigale's

hands reached up and gripped Marcy's sandy hair and pulled her away. Before her

lover could complain she sealed their lips together and thrust her tongue

inside almost violently. Then they parted, and Abigale moved quickly, rolling

to the side, descending then to pull the pajama bottoms and panties off of

Marcy's body in a single motion. She then leaned back and pulled off and discarded

her own bottoms.

Marcy's

eyes were like saucers, staring in apprehensive awe at Abigale's new body. Jealous

delight flared her lover's nostrils as she fawned with a longing to indulge in

all that was before her. An alpha aggression incited Abigale to act as a

conquering force, and with both of them stripped of clothing, she pinned Marcy

to the ground and pressed one sex to another.

The

sensation was strangely pleasant, and compelled Abigale to move their moistened

flesh together. Labia dragged across labia, as hardened clitorises stood erect

and fondled together in a series of intense movements. Both lovers moaned and

gasped, taking delight in each other until their passions roused to shivering

peaks that released waves of pleasure.

Abigale's

body relaxed and rested on top of Marcy, who lazily kissed her face and drew

her hand down the curve of her back. "I never really thought we'd ever do

this," Marcy whispered softly, with a dreamy smile upon her face.

"Me

neither," Abigale agreed as her breathing came under control.

"Do

you think we'll be having all kinds of regrets in the morning?" Marcy asked in

a frightened manner uncharacteristic of her.

"I

hope not," Abigale acknowledged the risk and then began kissing her lover

again. Words ceased between them, as their bodies began to slowly play together

once more. "Are you ... ready?"

"To

become one with you?" Marcy asked with a look of pure adoration in her eyes.

Abigale's

words were lost in the emotions and kisses which followed ... but within her

stirred more than just the emotions for this special person. The creature

within shifted, relaxed muscles no longer restraining its progress and it

stretched out. A tendril, from within began teasing the nerve cluster attached

to her g-spot. The other end breached the opening of the warm canal, and

extended like a slowly rising erection. An inner heartbeat pulsed blood through

the fleshy body, filling veins, expanding tissue in an effort to make a proper

tunnel for that which needed to pass between them.

"I

love you, Abby," Marcy told her as their kiss broke. "For years ... with all my

heart." Abigale could see the sincerity in her eyes, the tears which welled

told her this was true. For all the years and silly games between them, a

genuine love had grown between them and finally, it could be shared.

"I

know ... I love you too, Marcy," she whispered and drew Marcy in, closing her eyes

to kiss her once more.

Once

more the creature stretched both inside and out, and Abigale drew back. Both

glanced down, and gazed in wonder as something wagged back and forth like a

tail.

"I

called it," Marcy commented with a smirk that threatened to send the both of

them into additional fits of giggles. Then, she bit her lip and spoke directly

to it. "Come to Mama."

As

if by command, the swaying creature slithered upward and began caressing Marcy's

sex in a loving manner. The stench of pheromones wafted up into their nostrils,

making them both salivate. Another round of hungry kissing engorged them, and

as Marcy's walls finally lubricated to the point of overflowing, the creature

slithered into her like a pulsing phallus.

A

tumultuous cry gasped out of Marcy as the intruder snaked forward and writhed

into place. It was then that Abigale realized the creature inside of her had

not just been playing with her g-spot, but had actually been connecting

itself into her nervous system. As the phallus moved, she could feel it. Uneven

muscles dragged along the vaginal pathway, allowing her to feel the uneven

texture of Marcy's inner-skin.

Both

of them could feel it inside ... moving back then creeping forward ... rubbing

across delicate pleasure spots and then drawing back to let them rest. Again

they slid forward, creating the proper rhythm of lovers in coitus. The

appendage moved deeper with every thrust ... filling Marcy's body ... elongating ... expanding

... increasing in size to the limits of what could be held until the tiny feelers

found the cervix.

"Oh

... God!" they screamed as tiny barbs sank into Marcy's skin and purple venom

entered her body. Rapturous heat flooded through their veins, causing sweat and

lubricating secretions to ooze out of them. Their bodies slickened from head to

toe, gliding over each other as nerves screamed with electric sensitivity.

The

shiver of uncontrollable bliss rippled through them in wave after wave of

orgasmic delight. Heady gathering of tension filled them, then peaked, boiling

over is a rush that would tingle through and then begin to refill anew. The

intruder pressed onward ... deeper ... deeper ... invading Marcy's womb ... caressing

the farthest fathoms of her being until a final push sent them both over the

top, and the sounds of their screams filled the room. Then they both stopped

and nothing moved.

"W-wha...

h-hap-pened?" Marcy asked as she panted; her entire body a sopping mess of sexual

sweat.

"Do

... don't know ..." Abigale gasped in equally labored breaths. "I ... I don't think

we're done."

"Mother

..." a gurgling voice called, and Marcy looked frightened. "Mother ..."

"It's

alright," Abigale soothed her, "I can hear them too. Been hearing him for days

weeks."

"Mother

..." echoed a slightly more feminine version of the voice.

"Oh

... I can hear her," Marcy whimpered with joy.

"She's

yours," Abigale spoke with a knowing smile.

"Ours,"

Marcy cooed and leaned forward to kiss her love gently, "they're both ... ours."

Again

their breathing increased as excited grins formed on their faces. The phallic

intruder moved within them, sliding back and forth on a layer of lubrication

which tantalized their senses.

Abigale

felt the tip of her projection filling with blood. It swelled in Marcy's body

as they writhed against each other in perverse motions which rewarded them with

pulses of satisfaction. Anticipation grew to a fevered height. Something was

about to happen. Neither knew what, but it was going to be like a grand-finale

at the end of a fireworks display.

A

sudden shock bolted through them, causing both to clench. Desperate cries of

blissful agony escaped their lips as tiny barbs flared out on both ends of the

creature within. Like cats in heat, they were anchored to each other, held in

place by a conduit which insured they would not pull apart during the exchange.

The pain of the barbs was intense, but intense pain began faded into a sizzling

aching sting which aroused them further.

As

their slippery skin slid together, Abigale felt a soft, round, swelling of heat

within her. From within her womb, a second life, her precious one's little

sister, detached and began crawling through their connection.

"Oh,

God ... she's moving!" she gasped.

"Yes!"

Marcy cried, "Yes! Come to me! Come to Mama!"

The

ball of precious heat inched slowly, carefully, passing between cradles through

the passage of life. Muscles shivered, loosening ... widening ... forming around

the creature so that she could pass. Abigale's opening swelled, dilated, and

stretched roundly as her little daughter emerged.

A

screaming gasp rolled out of Abigale as she felt the pressure of her little one

traveling out of her. Marcy's blissful cries told her what was happening. Both

resisted the urge to thrust together and risk harming their baby. It crawled

deeper, up through the vaginal canal which was pushed wide by the invading ovipositor. At last the cervix was reached. Additional

tendrils fired forward, anchoring themselves into Marcy's womb. Pulling free from

the breeding tube, the connection separated from Abigale's body and pulled up

inside of the new host.

The

finishing changes caused their final peak to drift through them like tides in the

ocean. They settled into a pile of weary limbs and deep breathing. Their

endurance had been drained past any natural extreme and they fell into deep

slumber. Both had sealed their fate with the seeds they had sown. The clock was

ticking, and their destinies grew inside of them in ways they had yet to

contemplate. The final act was about to begin.