Parasites Love Earth!

  "But that doesn't make you Miles!"

  "You're right. There are certain gaps in my knowledge," said Miles. "For example, while I have vivid memories of sex, I don't know exactly what is done, and what is expected of me. You will now instruct me in its proper function."

  "You want me to have sex with you, right after you have murdered my husband?"

  "I can see you are distraught," said Miles. "If you will not instruct me, perhaps Marie would be a better teacher."

  "No!" said Caroline.

  "If you wish to protect our children, you will comply," said Miles.

  Our children. He said our children. With a shudder Caroline realized that he intended to replace Miles in their life, totally. He would become not only her husband, but the father of Marie and Mark. They would never be more vulnerable.

  She would have to obey.

  Miles saw that realization in her eyes and he reached down to kiss her. He pressed his lips against hers. She felt a surge of revulsion. That was immediately counterbalanced by a surge of sexual arousal, courtesy of her rider. Caroline's first instinct was to resist, but she quickly realized that she needed to cooperate with it, giving into the sexual hunger feeding the need in her breasts and vagina, because she so desperately needed to, to protect her children.

  She hungrily started to kiss his lips. Miles met her lips, but didn't respond.

  "You have to kiss back," she said. "It's not just the pressing of lips. You have to actually kiss back."

  "How?" he asked.

  Caroline thought about how to put it best in words, and then realized that showing was best. "Like this," she said, giving him a passionate kiss. It was easy, when her rider was flooding her bloodstream with hormones.

  Miles started to kiss her back, in the same way. For a moment it felt as if she were really kissing the real Miles.

  Miles started to remove her clothing. At least he knew how to do that. After she was undressed, she felt his stare at her breasts, and then the space between her legs. "Shall we reproduce?"

  "We can, but usually Miles and I touch each other first."

  "Touch?"

  "Like this," said Caroline, and she started to caress his body. Part of her couldn't believe she was caressing the body of this creature, who had just killed her husband, whose body was lying mere feet away. But the arousal in her system put there by the rider, and her intense need to protect her children kept those thoughts locked up in the attic of her mind.

  Caroline started to touch Miles's chest, and arms, and legs. Miles started to do mimic her touches, caressing her as gently as she did him. She looked at him in the eyes, and couldn't help but feel aroused. He felt like Miles. He looked like Miles. As she started to rub his organ, his wholesome human male organ, he started to rub her between her legs.

  She gasped, and realized she had to give him an emergency clinic on how to touch a clitoris.

  They lay on the bed, and Caroline put her hand over Miles's right hand, and had him move over it gently over her lit, back and forth, back and forth. "That's it, that's how you do it," she said, pulling her head back and closing her eyes. Soon she was gasping, temporarily forgetting who was doing it to her.

  "You have been properly aroused, and your resistance is quashed. So now we must make love," Miles announced, and he got on top of her, and mounted her. He knew enough to find her vagina and insert his penis into her, but he did it quickly, violently.

  "No!" Caroline gasped. "Slowly! Always start slowly, at first!"

  Miles complied and slowed down. He went slowly, real slow. Caroline started to feel good. Really good. It felt like Miles inside of her. The man on top of her, with his muscular chest, his dark hair, and blue eyes, looked like Miles. As he made love to her, his eyes remained fixed on her, dominance filtering into her helpless mind. Her body became limp and submissive as he pumped into her.

  Caroline didn't believe she could climax with this creature, the creature who had murdered her husband, but she surprised herself when she did, groaning loudly as she came on his frictioning penis.

  She felt immediately guilty afterwards she had came. As he mind cleared she realized that she had just had sex with her husband's killer.

  But Miles was not done; he was still thrusting inside of her. "You have achieved the female orgasm, is that correct?"

  "That is correct," said Caroline. The illusion of romance was totally gone now.

  "So when do I do the same?"

  "Whenever you want," said Caroline sarcastically.

  Miles took her at her word and suddenly she felt him pulsing into her. Miles didn't say a thing, he just flooded her with sperm. He seemed to be able to do it at will.

  When he pulled out, Caroline exhaled and her breasts heaved as she felt the duplicate vacate the most intimate part of her. Caroline noticed a green line of liquid coming out of the tip of his penis. Obviously he was not totally human.

  "This encounter was educational," said Miles, as he lay by her, stone faced. "But there is room for improvement. You will need to practice to make it better."

  "I need to practice?" said Caroline.

  Miles got up. "I will shower and dispose of the body. You will act normally when the children come home from school. Remember, if they suspect, I will have to deal with them."

  The horrors of reality suddenly caught up to Caroline again. She made sure to dash into the shower while Miles took the lifeless husk of her husband away. She didn't ask what he had done with it.

  And then, at dinner, Caroline experienced the new horror, seeing the new Miles interact with her children.

  "Hey Dad, how's it going?" said Marie sitting down for dinner.

  "Fine, dear, how are you?" Miles asked sounding completely normal.

  "I hate nuclear physics," said Marie, making a face. "Why must we study that in high school?"

  "Every sexually mature child must understand the basic building blocks of existence," said Miles.

  Marie raised her eyebrows and gave Miles an odd look.

  "Dad, when are we going to go biking?" Mark asked.

  "Biking?" Miles asked.

  "You said we were going to go biking sometime," said Mark.

  "You know, that's a good idea. We could take our bikes to the Santa Monica foothills this weekend," said Miles. "The countryside is very pretty there."

  "No!" Caroline cried.

  Three faces turned to look at her.

  "I mean, I... I wanted to spend some time with your father," said Caroline. "He's been working so hard lately. I want to spend this weekend with him. It's all right with you, dear, isn't it?" she said, looking at Miles.

  "I can make time to play with the boy," said Miles.

  "Please, Miles?" she said, her eyes pleading.

  Miles paused, and then smiled. "All right," he said. He looked at Mark "Sorry, kiddo. We'll do it another weekend."

  "Promise, dad?"

  "I promise," said Miles.

  After dinner, Miles indicated he wanted to see her in the bedroom. Did he want another sex lesson? She hoped not.

  As soon as he closed the bedroom door he pushed his chest against hers. "It is time," he said.

  "T... Time?" she stammered. "Time for what?"

  "For the children to join the Hive," said Miles.

  "No!" said Caroline. "Please!"

  "I could take them to the cave. It could be done there. Would you like that?" Miles asked.

  "No! Please, no!"

  "Then you must do it," said Miles. He propelled her to the bathroom, and pulled her blouse over her head roughly.

  Caroline looked in the mirror. Her rider was beginning to get its third gold band. The end for her was near. She gasped as she felt a yellow liquid trickled down her back. And then something emerged.

  A worm.

  No, not just one worm, but two.

  Double ringed riders could evidently produce two worms at a time.

  "You will put one each under their pillows," said Miles.

  Carolin
e opened her mouth to say something.

  Miles pressed his chest against her menacingly. "You will do this or I will take them to the cave."

  "All right, all right," said Caroline.

  "And one more thing. Your rider will need extra energy to generate two worms per day. To stimulate it, we will have sex twice a day, morning and night, until this matter is concluded."

  She did not dare say no to him. She nodded and he glared at her, and turned away.

  As he left the bathroom, Caroline was left with two worms in her hands and a lot of regrets. Originally, they had been duped into cooperating with the aliens in order to get Ella back. Obviously that would never happen now. The best she could hope for is that Ella would be used for nothing more pernicious than communing in the cave.

  And where had cooperation gotten them? She and Miles had willingly let themselves be taken over by the parasites. They had willingly performed genetic experiments, and let the creatures alter their bodies. And then, equally willingly, they had produced a creature which had murdered and replaced Miles.

  Caroline wondered what options she had left to protect Marie and Mark. She concluded that she had none. She was under the near total control of the parasites, and soon her children would be as well. Her only faint hope is that she could somehow protect them from being experimented on. The top priority was keeping them out of that cave.

  Sobbing softly, she went into Mark's bedroom, and, with a trembling hand, put a worm under her pillow. And then, even more unhappily, she went into Marie's bedroom and did the same.

  She knew what would happen. As they slept, the worm would migrate. Suddenly, both would have dreams of a very erotic nature. When they woke up, they would realize that they had a parasite, wrapped around their most sensitive body parts. They would resist, at first, but the worm would quickly train them.

  Caroline wanted to cry that night, but Miles insisted on having sex again, to help her rider regenerate and make new worms. She lapsed into a nightmare filled sleep only to be awakened by him again in the morning, demanding even more sex.

  He got better and better at it each time he did it, Caroline had to admit. He seemed to experience more and more pleasure during intercourse, though it seemed he could also climax at will.

  After they finished having sex, Miles had her turn over so he could inspect her rider. "It looks almost ready to reproduce again," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.

  Caroline said nothing, but got up and went to the shower. After she got out and dried herself off and dressed, she went into the hallway and heard yells, first from Mark's bedroom, and a moment later from Marie's.

  She felt a hand on her shoulder. "The children have joined us," said Miles, giving a shit eating grin. "Isn't that wonderful?"

  Caroline said nothing, but went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Before long her 17 year old twins emerged, looking confused and upset.

  "Mom, I have this thing between my legs," said Mark.

  "You have one too?" said Marie. "I woke up, and found it glued to my, my-"

  "Clitoris," said Miles, grinning as he kissed Marie on the cheek.

  "You knew?" said Mark.

  "Of course," said Miles. "Your mother was the one who put them in your bed."

  Caroline looked at the children's horrified faces, and Miles' amused grin.

  "Mom, is that true?"

  Caroline didn't know what to say. But their expression told them everything.

  "Why, Mom, why?" Marie asked.

  "They're holding Ella," said Caroline. "She's their prisoner. They threatened to hurt her unless we... cooperated."

  "Who is we?" Mark asked.

  "Some kind of... space aliens," said Caroline.

  Mark actually laughed. "There's no such thing as space aliens." Suddenly, he felt a pain in his genitals, and he doubled over.

  "Please don't hurt him," Caroline cried.

  Mark slowly stood up, as the pain eased.

  "Why don't you show them, Caroline?" said Miles. "It's much more easier than explaining. Go on, show them," there was a hardness in his eyes, an implicit threat.

  Caroline nodded, knowing she had no choice. She took off her blouse.

  "What are you doing, Mom?" Mark asked.

  That answer became apparent when Caroline slowly turned around. She heard Marie scream.

  "Mom, what is that thing on your back?" said Mark.

  "It's called a rider, son," said Miles, putting a friendly arm on Mark's shoulder.

  "You knew about this, Dad?" said Mark.

  "Of course," said Miles.

  "We have no choice," said Caroline wearily.

  "Mom, does that thing... control you?" Marie asked, in a small voice.

  "Yes," said Caroline. "In some ways."

  "Soon you both will know the joys of having your own riders," said Miles. "When you come home from school, your mother will give you each another worm."

  "No way. You're not doing that to me," said Mark. "I'm going to the principal. I'll go to the hospital!"

  "You can't, son," said Caroline wearily. "We tried. If you try to go anywhere, if you try to tell anyone, it will give you terrible pain. We know."

  "But, Mom... we just have to accept this?" said Marie.

  "I'm afraid so," said Caroline.

  "Well I'm not! I'm leaving here and I'm not coming back, not without the police!" said Mark. He marched to the front door, slamming it as he left.

  "He'll be back," said Miles confidently.

  Miles was right.

  Both Marie and Mark showed up for dinner. Marie looked a little horrified, and Mark looked embarrassed. He had tried to go to the police, he had tried to tell his friends what had happened, but each time the pain shut him down even before he began. And as dinnertime rolled around, he started to feel the pain, again, intensifying. It would only reduce itself if he walked in the direction of home.

  "Your mother has cooked a nutritious meal for the both of you," said Miles, giving a broad smile. "But first, I think you might enjoy a marvelous appetizer. Dear?"

  Caroline didn't move.

  Miles gave her a look full of threatening alternatives.

  Caroline sighed, and unbuttoned her blouse. She took it off, and turned away. The children gasped as they saw her rider, big and fleshy and brown and yellow, pulsating. A stream of liquid started to come out of it, streaming down into her ass crack. And then not one but two worms emerged.

  Miles stepped forward and took them. He went over to Marie. "Bend your head forward, dear," he said, smiling at her.

  Marie didn't move. She felt a stabbing pain in her gut, which caused her to bend her head just as Miles needed it. He smiled and put the worm on the back of her neck. It immediately started migrating down to the space between her shoulder blades.

  Miles moved over to Mark. "Son?" he said, still smiling.

  "Don't call me son," said Mark. "Ow!" he yelled, grabbing his stomach. "Ow!" he yelled again.

  "It will only get worse," said Miles gently.

  Mark reluctantly bent his head forward. Miles put the worm on the back of his neck.

  "Such good, obedient children," said Miles. He put an arm around Caroline. "You should be proud."

  "What's going to happen to us?" Marie asked.

  Miles smiled, and looked at Caroline. "Caroline?"

  Caroline, trying not to choke up, said, "Over the course of the next two days, you'll each get two more worms. And then the worms will combine to form... to form...." she couldn't say it.

  "You will all get something just like the wonderful entity on your mother's back," said Miles gleefully.

  "No!" Marie cried.

  "Soon, you'll want nothing else," said Miles, leaving the room.

  "Mom, what's happened to Dad?" Mark cried.

  Caroline didn't have the heart to tell them.

  By the third day, the children were less resistant. The worms had already started working on them. When Marie got up in the morning Caroline heard her
say, "Momomomomom." When they came home in the afternoon they did not resist as Caroline put a worm on each of them. She hated to do it, but Miles made her.

  On the morning of the fourth day, Caroline heard Mark saying "Mamoonishom! Mamoonishom Mamoonishom Momomomomomomom!" in his bedroom, and her heart sunk.

  Miles was suddenly there, putting an arm around her. "Isn't it great watching children mature?"

  Maturation. A process twisted and warped by the parasites.

  The children obediently took their last worms, and by the next morning their riders had formed. Marie looked at hers critically in the mirror.

  "Mom, I'm scared," she said.

  Caroline hugged her. "I know, dear."

  "Is mine going to grow big and ugly like... like yours?"

  "I'm afraid, eventually, it will," said Caroline. "But it can't change everything about you."

  "It can't?"

  "It can't change how much I love you, and always will," said Caroline.

  "What about Dad?"

  "Your father... they did something to him," said Caroline. "Something else, which really did change him."

  "Can he ever come back?"

  Caroline thought of the lifeless husk which had laid near her bed. "No, I don't think so, dear."

  That evening Miles helped the children have their first communing session. Caroline watched with great unhappiness as he had Mark and Marie take off their shirts and line up, back to back. As their riders started to touch, Marie said, "Momomomomomomom," and Mark said, "Momomomom Mamoonishom! Mamoonishom!"

  Their bodies started to rock back and forth and they moaned as their communion began.

  "Isn't that a wonderful sight to behold?" said Miles.

  "No, it's not," said Caroline.

  "I forget, I no longer have a rider," said Miles. "Well, perhaps I can find another way to satisfy you. Come with me, Mrs. Kelly," he said, dragging her to the bedroom.

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  After that, Mark and Marie communed every day, until their riders achieved their first level of maturation, the first gold ring. After that their riders were able to reproduce, producing a worm a day. Miles ordered the children to spread them to their friends.