Racks View: New Horizons #8 Infiltration

Trapped in the pulsing, alien cocoon, Margo Lane shook and convulsed.  Though still able to breathe she felt the thick goo in the pod gurgling in her lungs, penetrating her skin.  Every nerve and pore were alive with sensations, overwhelming the girl.  Waves of heat and cold, sensations of softness and rough, pleasure and pain… all manner of feelings throbbed across her body as if the pod were searching out all her body could feel and withstand.  As her body quivered under this assault, so too her mind was being attacked.  Memories and thoughts flashed before her as she felt them sifted in her head.  Margo's hopes and dreams, fond experience, desperate fears… all were being absorbed by the alien flesh that held the helpless girl.  Margo couldn't tell which… moments or days, but after a time the pod's probing assaults had found her weakness.  Young, fresh, and full of energy, Margo's libido was stronger than most, and her adventuresome side fed off that in all she did.  The living alien device exploited that, sending waves of numbing pleasure coursing through the girl.  Building, building the sensations clouded her brain and excited her body without mercy.  Deep in the throbbing goo, Margo though unable to speak pantomimed moaning cries and whimpers of pleasure as ecstasy hammered away at her defenses.

Outside the pod her alien captors watched with monstrous satisfaction.  The stories they had heard of human females were well founded and they growled to each other with lecherous anticipation.  This one would bring them so many things… knowledge of humans and their weaknesses and technology, tributes and respect from more of their kind when they return with such prizes, and the pleasures of human flesh they would take from this one and her companions.  A low hum rippled through of their ship nearby.   The process was complete.  Another pouring of flesh came from the opening on their craft and a large pulsing sac landed on the ground.  The creatures moved to it and began to clear away the extraneous flesh to reveal the body within.  They helped it stand while cleaning it of the goo and lingering tendrils.  As they cleaned, the body began to ripple and shift.  Pulsing flesh became soft, supple skin.  Bumps and nodules became luscious, feminine curves.  Snakelike tentacles melted into slim arms.  The aliens looked at their creation and it was perfect.  One of the alien beasts leaned close and spoke in it's rasping, gurgling language, to its Mimic.

"You will take the place of this female."  it commanded.  "You will wear her coverings and return to her vessel.  There you will observe the other human females, probing for weakness.  When the time is right you will disable their defenses and give us access to their ship.  Then we will strike.  We will take them all."

"Yes my lord." spoke Margo's twin flawlessly a wicked smile crossing her lips.  "It will be so good to see my friends again."