The Human Ranch: The Complete Series
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“It wasn’t,” she assured him quickly. “But….”
Shit, where did she even start?
Katie started from the beginning—not that she made it very far. She’d barely gotten to the word aliens when her brother groaned.
“Are you kidding me? Please tell me you’re joking.”
“I wish,” she said, slumping against the wall beside him. She kept one eye closed to block out the sight of his nakedness.
“Fuck. Why us? Do you know what they want?”
Katie took a deep breath. “It’s, uh, some sort of breeding program. For endangered species.”
“Huh.”
Katie nearly looked over in surprise, but caught herself at the last moment. She’d expected Daryl to scream and curse, demanding she try and cut him loose so they could escape. Instead, he seemed completely indifferent.
“Well,” he said. “I suppose that could be a lot worse.”
“Speak for yourself!” Katie snapped. She jabbed his defenseless side with her elbow. “All you have to do is stand there and get jerked off! It’s not like you did much else at home!”
“That’s not… I did way more than that!” Daryl protested. Even through the distortion, Katie could hear the smile in his voice.
“I dunno about that.” She walked her alcohol-slickened fingers up her brother’s ribs until he began to thrash and squirm in a ticklish frenzy. “You spent a lot of time alone in your room.”
“Stop!” he pleaded. “Stop it!”
“Make me.”
“Katie, I swear to God, I will piss all over you!”
She pulled back at once, but not because she actually believed the threat. Ambassador rounded the far end of the aisle, spider-like legs carrying him with a silence she hadn’t thought possible.
“You still there? Katie? You know I was joking, right?”
She didn’t answer. Her attention was focused on the alien and the nearly imperceptible echo of his hooved claws as he approached. Ambassador stared back. Though his face gave no telltale signs of displeasure, the agitated wriggling of his tentacle-arms as he glanced down at the abandoned sample tube and puddle of Daryl’s seed was enough for Katie to read between the lines.
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“It…” Katie’s mouth suddenly felt very dry. She reached up and adjusted Daryl’s console to ensure he couldn’t hear her. “It was an accident. I was teaching one of the other girls.”
<
“I know,” Katie said, trying not to shudder at the implications. “I’ll make sure the girls are careful.”
<
For a second, the alien’s meaning was so unthinkable that Katie merely stared at him, uncomprehending. Then, fighting down nausea, she covered her mouth with a hand and shook her head.
“No,” she said. “I can’t.”
<
“He’s my brother!” she said. Deep inside, Katie’s gut was screaming out a warning. Perhaps it was simply the well-deserved distrust she’d developed toward Ambassador, but something told her that nothing good would come from the revelation. But, what else could she do?
Ambassador cocked his head, not expressively, but rather so he could read some sort of meaning from Daryl’s indecipherable console.
<
Katie folded her arms as her hands balled into fists. She ground her teeth, fighting the urge to lash out at the alien for being so damn… alien.
“We’re not related,” she explained. “Not by blood, at least. Our parents remarried when I was four. But I grew up with him. So I can’t… do anything to him.”
If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought the alien speechless. Ambassador almost seemed to fidget, clattering side to side on his slender, multi-jointed legs. Eventually, he moved forward and scooped up the sample tube.
<
Katie took the tube from him without thinking. Then, as Ambassador’s words registered, she promptly dropped it again.
“What are you saying?” she demanded, legs going weak. “No. No! I won’t do this!”
For the very first time, Katie read emotion on the alien’s face. All six of Ambassador’s glossy, silver eyes went black and seemed to withdraw into the scales. They practically vanished beneath the brow, leaving only the faintest impression of the face that had been there before.
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Katie recoiled, fear seizing ahold of her chest. She tried to answer, even just to squeak out an explanation—to assure him that she would keep working, just not on Daryl. But overcome with such terror, she couldn’t even manage a breath, much less form words.
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And then, with a wet, crackling sound like the shattering of a dropped egg, the flesh of Ambassador’s torso split open. Past the scaly exterior, a cavern of oily looking, silver-pink flesh seemed to hollow out the alien’s chest. If would have been disgusting if it hadn’t been so utterly frightening. And only grew more so as one of Ambassador’s tentacles curled in to penetrate his chest. It wriggled for a moment, then emerged clutching something in narrow, surprisingly nimble finger-like splinters.
It held a syringe—a perfectly ordinary one—that was somehow all the more horrifying for its familiarity.
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It was a small mercy that Ambassador could move so quickly when he wanted to. Katie didn’t even have a chance to be afraid. At least, not more than she already was. In the time it took her to blink, Ambassador had skittered forward, pricked her arm with the syringe, and emptied its contents.
The dizziness came first, turning her legs to jelly. Katie struggled to stay upright for a moment, then sank weakly to the ground. She knew the floor ought to be cold beneath her, but the only things she could feel were less significant. There was a faint pressure on her temples, like the first signs of an oncoming headache, and a tingling where the needle had pricked her.
And—because, why the hell not?—as her vision went black, she could feel the lukewarm slickness of Daryl’s spilled seed against her ankle.
In some ways, it was a blessing, her last thought before the world faded was of her brother. There was no frantic gulping for breath or fight to remain conscious. No life flashing before her eyes. Just a few hazy memories of childhood.
And then, Katie knew no more.
***
When Katie awoke, she was almost surprised. Everything had happened so fast that she hadn’t really managed to think about it. But, between Ambassador’s expression and her refusal to follow his orders, she’d actually expected the alien to kill her.
But he hadn’t. And, as blinked her eyes into focus and took stock of her surroundings, Katie almost wished that he had.
She was in a room that she hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t the collection room and there was no sign of the other girls, but it certainly wasn’t her sleeping chamber. Instead, it reminded her of a doctor’s office. Both because the size was about the same, and because she was lying on her back with her legs elevated into stirrups. Terrifying to be sure, especially when she noticed the same wrist and ankle shackles she’d worn when she first arrived.
Scared, naked, and exposed. The only thing missing was the flimsy hospital gown so, truth be told, there wasn’t much difference from any gynecologist’s office she’d ever been to.
Unlike her hometown doctor, however, they didn’t keep her waiting long.
Ambassador entered through a side-door she hadn’t noticed. Or, at least, she assumed it was him. That notion was put to the test an instant later when a second alien followed after. They were nearly identical, enough to make her frown in confusion. The only difference she could perceive was a minute difference in the shade of silver
of their facial scales.
“Let me guess,” she said. “You’re Ambassador too?”
The two Ambassadors exchanged glances but said nothing.
“You’re here to cut me open, right?” Just saying the words made Katie’s heart pound and settled on her chest like a lead weight. But in such a helpless state, being so brashly forthright was the only defiance she could muster. “I mean, it’s not like you can just neuter me.”
<
The voice in her head was general and indistinct. More than before, Katie realized she couldn’t pinpoint which of the aliens was speaking to her.
“What then?” she demanded. “I swear to God, I will piss all over you.”
<
“Where’s the fun in that?”
The aliens exchanged another look. When it continued longer than the previous one, it occurred to Katie that they were likely conversing between the two of them. Despite her lingering anxiety, it was enough to rile her.
“Hey! Hey, fuckers! I’m talking to you!”
Whether or not the aliens understood the word, her tone certainly got their attention. They turned to look at her, faced impassive and unreadable.
“Why am I here?” she snapped. “And what the hell are you doing here?”
There was another breaking-eggshell sound as one of the aliens opened the hole in its chest. Katie shuddered at the sound. She wanted to close her eyes but didn’t dare look away.
<
Technical and unfamiliar as the phrase was, Katie understood enough. Her eyes went wide and she struggled vainly against her restraints.
“You’re going to fucking drug me? Are you shitting me? You alien bastards don’t get what you want so you just decide you’re going to—”
<
“Implant? The hell you will!”
<<—that will stimulate production of your own body’s physiological compounds. Over time, the organism will dissolve within your uterus. There will be no harm or discomfort.>>
“English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?”
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“No! I’m the one who doesn’t understand! What are you doing to me?”
At last, the open-chested alien emerged with something in its tentacle. Rather than a syringe, what it held was distinctly alien in appearance. Or, at least, it looked nothing like what Katie expected. If it hadn’t been for the preceding conversation, she would have simply written it off as a strange, pearly black orb the size of a tennis ball.
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“That’s even less helpful.”
Ambassador’s tentacles wriggled agitatedly. Though his voice and expression gave no signs, Katie imagined he was getting frustrated and almost laughed. It was a bitter sort of humor.
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“Wait…” Katie said. Her body was suddenly very tense, this time with understanding. “You’re going to make me go into heat?”
<
“No! Now, wait just a minute! Who do you think you are?”
Despite her words, the Ambassadors did not wait. The one bearing the alien orb reached out a tentacle and held it between her legs. The feeling of its cold, almost rubbery skin brushing against her taint was enough to make Katie sit upright. She thrashed helplessly against the restraints, unable to tear her gaze away from what was happening.
The very tip of the Ambassador’s tentacle splintered suddenly, separating into a dozen narrow spaghetti-like tentacles. Several slithered against Katie’s labia, clinging to the skin almost magnetically as they guided her folds apart. Several others rose higher to encircle her clit, sending a tingling thrill that trembled throughout her hips. Never before had something so pleasurable been so hateful to her mind. Not that the alien seemed to care, it worked with silent diligence, ignoring the squirming of her hips.
“Stop,” Katie whispered. “I don’t want this.”
And yet, most horrifying of all, was a subtle voice in the back of her mind that knew it was a lie. Maybe there was something in the air. Or, maybe, there had been something in the injection Ambassador gave her that heightened her body’s sensitivity. Or, worse still, maybe it was just the effects of a week spent teasing man after man to orgasm without the privacy to seek one of her own.
Whatever the reason, Katie was horny as hell. And as much as she might fight against the alien’s strength, there was a hidden, shameful part of her that loved the sensations of what was happening to her.
Slowly, like a snake uncoiling itself, the black orb on Ambassador’s palm sprang to life. It was featureless, so dark that any attempt to make out details left her eyes unfocused, and almost wraithlike in the way it moved. But as it swam forward through the air, there was no missing its destination.
The moment the symbiote brushed against her skin, Katie nearly cried out from the pleasure. There was something about it, an unexpected warmth and slippery texture, that sent chills racing down her spine all the way to her elevated toes. In that instant, she knew—inexplicably and without the slightest doubt—that she could lose herself to this creature. Her body responded to it willingly, quite independent from any thought she might have. Indeed, without even meaning to, her hips had ceased to flee and were instead pressing forward as if begging the formless creature to penetrate her.
Finally, just when Katie felt as though she might go mad from waiting, it did.
Slowly, so slowly that the groan ripped from her lungs ran out of breath before the symbiote was more than halfway into her tight, quivering channel, the alien eased its way into the groove between her folds. Its body was like elastic air given life. With each passing second, its slithering form teased and caressed her insides, flooding her with heat. And yet, its body seemed so yielding that she couldn’t grasp it in the slightest. Each time her pussy squeezed down—first by choice, and then involuntarily—it seemed to evaporate beneath her, spreading out to pleasure other parts of her that hadn’t been touched.
Before she knew what she was doing, Katie was begging.
“Please!” she whispered, back arching. “More!”
The symbiote was deaf to her pleas. Fortunately, it didn’t matter. The alien’s indeterminate form writhed for her, swirling against her textured insides like water down a drain. Then, as the last of its tail slipped inside her, the symbiote solidified.
Katie cried out as the alien’s form pressed against her most sensitive spots. It seemed to squirm within her, prodding here and there with an electrifying heat that gripped her as forcefully as the shackles that held her limbs. She held out as long as she could, trying to muster natural disgust at having such a creature inside her. In the end, it wasn’t enough. The rapturous pressure grew and grew until it spilled over.
Shuddering, Katie came harder than she could ever remember. She clenched down around the symbiote’s now-rigid body with enough intensity that it felt as though it was throbbing within her sex. Fluids gushed out around its rounded form and leaked down across her ass. Not that she noticed amid the waves of blistering pleasure that left her quivering and moaning.
Then it happened. Just before her orgasm began to subside, while the delightful convulsions continued in a weaker form, Katie felt a sharp pinch deep inside. It stung, like a bee sting. And though she could not see what was happening, she felt the symbiote sliding deeper—far deeper th
an any cock could have reached.
“Ow!” she yelped, shaken from her recent orgasm by the sudden pain. But even before the word left her lips, the sensation had passed. Her pussy was now empty, and she felt the loss as an ache.
And then, as an awkwardness when she realized the two Ambassadors were still watching her. Silent and impassive.
“Is…” Katie stammered, clearing her throat. “Is that it?”
With a soft click, the shackles fell from her limbs. Katie scrambled back, away from the aliens, folding her knees up against her chest. Something, a sort of mental fog, seemed to swirl through her thoughts in a way that could not be mistaken for the aftereffects of her climax. Her thighs were sticky, as was everything in between. Strangely, at the moment, little else seemed to matter.
Apparently, the symbiote’s slow progression had been more for her benefit than out of need. A split-second was all it had taken to claw its way into her uterus and the notion that it was now concealed there was enough to make her want to claw it out. But, compared to the humiliation she’d faced over the last week, an alien organism living inside her womb felt somehow insignificant by comparison. Or perhaps she was simply incapable of processing that reality at the moment.
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Katie nodded, overcome by sudden exhaustion. It wasn’t physical, just… the rest of her. Her thoughts felt sluggish, as though she’d begun drifting off to sleep without realizing it. Part of her suspected it might be an effect of the symbiote—why else would the Ambassadors not simply send her back to work?—but she was too worn out to care. She climbed down from the stirrups-table and onto unsteady legs.
One of the Ambassadors, she didn’t think to note which one, led her from the room. She followed blindly, eyes glued to the alien’s spindly legs as it led her back to her room. In her current state, she didn’t even bother trying to memorize the maze-like passageways. And, when the door opened, she stumbled in without protest. She didn’t have time to position herself on the mattress—by the time she landed upon it she was already asleep.