An email from her boss, Dr. Preston, yesterday demanded her immediate return to the US. Her lack of contact after her initial emails of celebration when she discovered the ontalya plant nearly a week earlier had scared him. He guessed the worst—that the plant had been lost—and assumed she was scrambling to save her ass before she returned.
She did not acknowledge the accuracy of his assumptions. Instead she booked her flight and sent a short email explaining she'd be back in the lab in four days.
Elizabeth reclined her chair back the few inches it would move and closed her eyes, running her hand over her flat stomach. Her body felt as if it had never happened, like the whole ordeal was just some flu-induced nightmare. Still, she couldn't shake the thought out of her mind that the little hybrid creature she'd helped create was still out there, and she was meant to find it. Her adventure couldn't be over yet, could it?
Passengers were still filing onto the plane, but Elizabeth couldn't wait to be in the air, to be home so she could clear her head and figure out a plan. A young couple stopped in the aisle next to her, a girl with icy-blonde hair looking at her boyfriend expectantly until he grabbed her roller bag and hoisted it up into the overhead compartment.
"Take a seat, Kaycee," he said, motioning with his elbow.
She shook her head and took a step back. "Rick, you know I can't sit next to the window."
The boyfriend chuckled and pulled her close, planting a quick peck on her cosmetically pink lips. "You really need to get over your fear of flying. We made it all the way down here without a problem. We'll be home before you know it."
He grunted, his tanned arms flexing as he pushed his own bag up and then closed the compartment. Sliding into his seat, he took his girlfriend's hand and tugged her down next to him.
Kaycee fastened her seatbelt around her waist, her hands lingering on her stomach.
"You ok?" Rick asked.
"Uh, yeah. I guess I'm just a little nervous about flying." She took Rick's hand, leaned her head back and closed her eyes. He kissed her forehead and then turned to watch out the window as the airplane started taxiing down the runway.
Elizabeth turned to look out the window, annoyed by the lovey-doviness of the couple across the aisle. Just 10 hours until Miami and then a one hour layover before her flight back to California. Then she'd figure out her next step. She would find that plant. Her part in this was not over yet.
***
The Final Breeding
***
"I hope you don't plan on spending the entire weekend studying." Marley stood in front of her bed, a hair dryer in one hand and a toiletry bag in the other, staring down at her roommate. Kim was lying on her stomach on her own matching bed, her chemistry textbook opened in front of her, notes, pens and highlighters cluttering her comforter.
She pulled off her glasses, and looked up at Marley. "I have a midterm on Monday. I need to study."
Her roommate frowned before turning to shove her stuff in the duffle bag on her unmade bed. "Fine, but you don't have to spend every waking minute holed up in our room."
"We don't all have boyfriends to whisk us off to the mountains every other weekend."
Marley smiled as she walked over to her dresser, pulling open one of the drawers and digging through the contents, making her box of jewelry jangle on top of the dresser. "It's true, I lead a charmed life. But just because I go out and have fun doesn't mean you get a free pass to become a hobbit."
"I think you mean hermit."
"Whatever." Marley returned to the bed and put her underwear and socks in her bag. "I just want to get out of here before they put the whole dorm on lock down," she said, zipping the bag shut.
"What are you talking about?"
Marley stop and looked at her roommate. "You didn't hear?"
Kim shook her head, so Marley pushed some books out of the way and perched on the edge of her bed, excited to share a bit of gossip.
"Kaycee Michaels—" She paused, waiting to see if the name would trigger anything. When Kim nodded, she continued: "She was supposed to go to some frat party last night, but she never showed up. Her roommate came back looking for her, but she wasn't in her room even though her cell phone was still on her bed. She was in the hall, about to leave and go back to the party, when she heard a scream come from the bathroom. She rushed in and found Kaycee, on the floor of one of the stalls moaning. There was blood and some weird green stuff smeared everywhere."
"What?" Kim sat up, her eyes wide.
"I know. It's weird. The roommate screamed, thinking she was dying, and the RA on duty—" Marley snapped her fingers, trying to remember the name. "Mark! Mark ran in and then called campus security. They hauled her off to the hospital and no one has heard anything since. Mark said it looked like she'd birthed some alien creature." Marley scrunched up her face, then stuck out the tip of her tongue and shook her head in disgust. "Ugh."
"Well, is she alive?"
Marley shrugged and hopped off the bed, grabbing her phone off her bedside table as her bracelets jingled on her wrists. She sighed. "Ben hasn't texted me yet. He was supposed to be here five minutes ago. I hope he's not just sitting down there waiting."
"Marley!"
She looked at Kim, shocked. "What?"
"Is she alive?"
Marley shrugged. "I guess. I haven't heard that she's dead." She looked at her phone again and then shoved it in her pocket. "I'm going to run downstairs and see if he's waiting." She went over to the door and propped it open with her desk chair.
"Hey, you're not supposed to do that!" Kim shouted as Marley disappeared down the hall.
"I don't have my keycard!" her roommate yelled back.
Kim sighed and then rolled over onto her back, a notebook crinkling underneath her. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through Facebook, looking for any status updates about Kaycee. She was so distracted reading another third-hand account of the events, that she didn't notice the small creature that crawled in through the open door of her room.
"Ben's here!" Marley squealed, as she ran into the room, waving her phone. "Don't spend all weekend being a nerd!" She teased as she grabbed her bag, blew Kim a kiss, and ran out the door.
"Hey!" Kim shouted after her roommate. "Close the door!"
Marley was already gone.
After a few moments, Kim rolled off her bed and walked across the room, cautiously stepping over a pile of Marley's dirty laundry. She pushed the chair out of the way and then leaned out into the hallway, but Marley was long gone. The dorms were pretty quiet for a Saturday afternoon. After a chilly week, temperatures were back up and most of the students headed off-campus today to enjoy the warm sunny spring weather.
The empty halls and closed doors were a normal site, but Kim couldn't help noticing the yellow caution tape strung over the doors to the women's bathroom as the south end of the hall. She didn't see it when she woke up this morning and trudged to the bathrooms on the north end, but it was glaring now that she knew something strange happened last night.
Kim closed the door and pushed the thought from her mind. She wasn't really in the mood to spend the weekend studying, but ever since she broke up with her boyfriend Tad a few weeks ago, she just didn't feel like going out and doing anything. With Marley out and about with her own boyfriend most of the time, Kim had plenty of time to stew over her sadness and watch reality TV on Netflix.
Kim went back to her bed, pushing her chemistry book aside before plopping down on her back. The weather was nice outside, even if she wasn't in the mood for something adventurous, she could take a blanket down to the quad and study there. But she didn't really want to do that either.
Something rustled underneath the bed. Kim froze, listening for the noise again, when her phone buzzed. She found it underneath her notebook, a text from Marley on the screen:
Go outside, loser!
Kim sighed and tossed the phone aside. She was starting to feel like a bit of a loser, but she just wanted to lay around and d
o nothing.
As she stared up at the blank ceiling, she noticed a strange smell: a mixture of tropical flowers and freshly cut grass. Kim sat up a little, looking around the room. The window was closed. Marley hadn't bothered to spray a cloud of perfume before she left. The source of the strange odor was a complete mystery. Maybe something blew in from the hallway.
She laid her head back down again as the thought of masturbating flitted through her mind. Kim wasn't particularly horny, but she didn't get much guaranteed alone time in the dorm, and since Marley was away she was free to do whatever she wanted.
Right now she just felt bored, but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to touch herself. Her pussy was growing wet underneath her polka-dotted pajama pants.
Slowly she slid a hand under the waistband of her pants, her fingers traveling over her neatly trimmed hair, between her legs. As her fingers parted her lips, she was surprised as how wet she was. With her slick fingertips, she softly rubbed her clit, the nub engorging with blood under her touch.
Kim let out a light moan as her fingers ignited a warm passion inside her, gentle tingles of pleasure sparking through her body. Usually she wasn't so receptive, she had to concentrate on some sort of sexy image in her mind before she could get her body going, but today the touch of her hands was enough.
She slid her free hand inside her shirt to her perky breasts, her finger tips tweaking and teasing the hard bead of her pink nipple. Her books clattered to the floor as she bucked against her own hand.
As the pressure on her clit increased, she lost sense of what was around her. Her head was foggy, she felt drunk and out of touch with reality, lost in the pleasure of her touch. She was so far gone that she didn't hear the rustle under her bed as the creature crawled up the side of her brown comforter.
Kim moaned, bucking underneath the stroking of her hand. The creature moved into the space between her tensing legs—it was so large it barely fit without touching her. It was covered in a smooth, hairless green flesh, with pale patches of pink. It had four squat limbs that functioned as legs, but the rest of its body was covered in writhing tentacles.
The creature's tentacles were training on Kim, watching her moan as she pleasured herself. It's tentacles started to grow, stretching toward Kim, fueled by her cries of pleasure.
The strange smell was intensifying, but Kim didn't notice it because the sensations rocking through her body were amplifying as well. The pleasure was so overwhelming, she didn't feel the light touch of the tentacles as they grew around her ankles and wrists.
As she was stroking herself closer to orgasm, the creature firmly grasped her hand, pulling it out of her pants.
Kim audibly groaned as she opened her eyes, pulling her head up. Her vision was groggy, the creature on her bed merely a shapeless blob. She couldn't form coherent words in her mind. All she knew was she wanted to be fucked, she needed to come and something had stopped that.
Small tendril-like tentacles tickled their way up her body, pulling off her pants and her shirt until she was left naked, her arms and legs restrained by thick, strong tentacles—not that she was trying to fight. The touch of the creature was extending her pleasure, leaving her floating on a plane of pulsating sensations, but it left her wanting release.
Her pussy was aching to be touched, to be filled, her juices dripping onto the comforter.
A thick tentacle with a rounded head grew out of the creature, floating towards Kim's hungry hole. It did not hesitate, it knew she was ready, and plunged between her glistening folds.
Kim screamed as intense pleasure shocked through her body like electricity. The creature jumped, startled by her volume. Another tentacle floated up, sliding between her lips and filling up her mouth, muffling her moaning so no one outside the room could hear. It secreted a sweet substance, which tasted like the honeysuckles.
The tentacle in her pussy undulated as it slowly pulled out and pushed back in, stimulating her vagina in ways that weren't humanly possible. The tiny tendrils massaged her body, tickling every inch of flesh, heightening the sensations she felt, each touch magnifying the pleasure.
Hand-like tentacles focused on her breasts, kneading her flesh, tweaking her nipples, giving the attention and care no human lover had ever given her. Kim writhed under all of theses sensations, her body held steady by the creature.
A tapered tentacle started growing out of the creature, the appendage stretching towards Kim, lowering itself as the creature raised her body up so she was floating about the bed. This new tentacle approached her ass, floating towards her virgin hole.
Kim was always skeeved out by the thought of anal sex, but now floating in an aura of pleasure, she welcomed anything that would bring her closer to the sweet release she craved.
The tip of the tentacle secreted a sweet smelling substance that spread over the tip as it approached her pucker. Softly it pressed against her, finding little resistance as the tip slid in a little.
Kim moaned, her mouth closing around the tentacle that pressed at the back of her throat, as this new sensation intensified the pumping in her pussy. Her ass relaxed as the tentacle gently pushed in further, filling her up.
The two tentacles heaved and rippled together inside her, waking dormant nerve endings that sent pleasure pulses through her body like an erotic morse code.
All of the sensations were so intense she could focus on nothing but the seemingly endless build up. Kim was reaching a point where she felt like if she didn't come, the feelings would become so intense that she would die. Her muffled screams were a mix of pleasure and fear.
Suddenly, the creature shuddered, all of its tentacles tensing against Kim's body, as the one in her pussy exploded a hot sticky substance. That substance triggered something inside of her as intense waves of pleasure radiated through her body, her pussy clenching on the tentacle as her body shook in ecstasy. Restrained, floating above her bed, her body writhed and convulsed.
Colors flashed before Kim's eyes, flickering and changing with each wave, growing bright and brighter until they slowed. Her body relaxed, floating down onto her bed, and she was filled with a sense of lightness, before everything went black.
***
Dr. Elizabeth Morrel spent most of her nights sleeping on a couch in her office at the back of the lab. The amount of time she spent sleeping seemed to reduce each night, as her few minutes of unconsciousness were tortured with memories of her experiences in the Amazon jungle and the strange creature the ontalya plant impregnated her with.
As her colleagues worked on developing a new erectile dysfunction drug, she spent her days hunched over her computer, searching the internet for any news of the strange creature. A few of her colleagues from Brazil surely thought she was insane now with her constant emails inquiring whether they'd seen anything in the news lately about sightings of an unknown creature.
She woke this morning, shaken by a haunting dream. She was wandering through the jungle, but it was dead quiet: no animals jumping through the treetops or birds cawing in the sky. Every tree she passed looked the same and she couldn't find her way out. She need to get home, to find the creature. She knew it wasn't there anymore, but she couldn't escape the clutches of the jungle.
Then she froze, standing beneath the giant trees, her body shaking with a horrible foreboding: if she didn't find the creature soon, something awful would happen.
When she awoke, she sat straight up, her body sticky with sweat. The lab was still dark, her own office only illuminated by her computer monitor.
She stumbled over to her desk, her body weak and exhausted, but her mind unable to settle after the racing dream. She scrolled through her programs. Her inbox was empty, none of her news alerts had triggered anything since she laid down four hours earlier. It was only 7 am, but some of the early birds would arrive soon, fresh and chirpy and ready to put in their eight hours of lab work.
Elizabeth grabbed some clothes, tugging on the dress slacks she wore the day before and
her last clean shirt. She'd have to drive home later today and run a load of laundry—maybe even try sleeping in her own bed for once. The lab was starting to haunt her dreams and she needed a change of scenery. She hadn't been outside for five days.
Slipping along the dark hallway, she took the elevator down to the basement where the bicycle storage room was. Nearby there was a bathroom with showers for the enthusiastic cyclers who didn't own a car.
She spun the dial on the locker she'd claimed as her own, pulling out a plastic Walgreens bag and a dingy towel—another thing that needed to run through the washing machine at home—and then walked over to one of the shower stalls.
Once she stripped down and stepped into the hot water, her body went on auto-pilot, sudsing and rinsing her flesh, as her mind zoned out, running through possible scenarios and solutions for the current location of the creature. Elizabeth knew it was alive somewhere, she could feel it deep inside her. It was like she had some sort of connection to this creature, a special biological link to the strange thing that was the closest she had to a child.
Everyday the feeling grew stronger and her longing to find the creature increased. Her obsession was apparent to her colleagues and her supervisor, Dr. Preston, who was trying to enforce a mandatory vacation. Elizabeth's contributions to the current project were zero—not that she expected she would be a part of it to begin with. She was supposed to be analyzing the ontalya plant, breaking down all of its chemical components and then finally building the miracle cure for cancer that would complete her dream.
This shower session did not inspire any new revelations, so Elizabeth shut off the water, toweled herself off, dressed and ran a brush through her long blonde hair before she took the elevator back up to the fourth floor.
Penny was already in, her laptop open at her station as she scanned through all of the data from yesterday. She woke up every morning at 4 a.m., attended a hot yoga class, then logged 10 hours at the lab. She was one of those crunchy-granola types, her natural brown hair frizzy and dry from her lack of commercial beauty products, but her complexion clear and youthful-looking from all of the organic fruits and vegetables she consumed. Penny never acknowledged the irony of her working in the Pritzer lab developing synthetic drugs for soft dicks.
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