The men were arranged before her throne in a descending line, each one pressed more desperately close to the floor of the bridge, creating a stair for her to walk along – a stair made of naked, incredibly well hung men wearing collars and looking down at the floor with a worshipful awe. Once she was at the bottom of the living stair, Sarah caressed her own cheek, her thumb slipping against her lips. “Mmm,” she crooned, trying to sound as camp and domineering as she could. She was a bit embarrassed at how easy it came out. “I do love to meet some new... playthings . Rrrr...” She let her tongue slide out, then back in – extending it to its full length to teasingly almost flick against her own neck before slipping it back.
Omega Megadeath’s jaw was hanging open. The other Commanders looked just as shocked. Sarah saw the lust burning in the eyes of several of them and felt her own excitement hit new peaks. Her thighs trembled ever so slightly as she crooned. “Which of you is...in charge?”
Omega Megadeath blinked, then coughed. “S-Surrender immediately, alien-”
“Alien? Darling...lovely...lovely darling, what is your name?” Sarah murmured, her eyes fluttering half shut.
“Al...Omega...Megadeath,” Omega stammered, looking somewhat taken aback. Her pale cheeks flushed a bright red, making tiny spots of color on her cheek. “My name is Omega Megadeath. Supreme Commander of this expedition and-”
“Mmm, what a lovely name...” Sarah purred. “And what a lovely girl you are. Though, you could look better.” Her hands slid along her cheeks. “Look at my own perfection . I was sculpted like this, by the forces of the Eye.” She slid her hands down, cupping her breasts, sighing happily. “Ahh...look at these. I was gifted these by a god unlike any you can imagine...” She grinned, squeezing her breasts ever so slightly. One of the Commanders – a female one – was actively drooling. “Are you sure none of you wish to speak about maybe...switching sides?”
“W-What!?” Omega spluttered. “We’re not about to allow our glorious civilization fall to to to to to...” She stammered. “Some...some space strumpet!”
“A space strumpet ?” Sarah put her finger on her chest, cooing. “My darling, Spez, listen to how they insult us!”
On cue, Spez stepped from the shadows. Sarah had gotten through explaining maybe one fifth of the first sentence of the plan – blushing the whole way – to Spez before the other girl had cut her off with a quick: Sarah, baby, I love you, but this plan? This plan? This fucking plan? it’s fucking perfect, I want in, right now, fucking yes . Now, Spez sauntered towards her. Where Sarah was curvy, Spez was slender. Where Sarah was working her ass off to be as sultry and campy as possible, Spez was tapping into her inner possibly unhinged murder-lover angle. She pressed up against Sarah’s side, nuzzling against her, her clawed finger sliding along Sarah’s throat.
“We should show them, my Queen...” Spez slid her tongue from Sarah’s neck up to the tip of her ear, leaving behind a glistening trail that began to burn and throb. The throbbing traveled through Sarah’s body, setting her nerves on fire and leaving her nearly dizzy with lust. Her nipples ached as she whispered, very softly.
“Spez...”
“Just helping, Sarahbear...” Spez bit down on her ear, fiercely, looking past Sarah’s hair at the gaping Commanders. Then her hand slid from Sarah’s neck to the collar of her skintight outfit, hooking, and tearing, The fabric made a loud rrrriping noise and jerked a sharp, shocked gasp from Sarah as the air of the bridge caressed her achingly eager nipples. She almost came from that alone – even as Spez slid her tongue slowly into her ear, the tip of it questing against the small hole of Sarah’s ear. Sarah reached down to cup and squeeze Spez’ flatter, smaller ass, drawing her even closer.
“W-We want to discuss the terms of...of...” Omega paused as Spez began to play with Sarah’s breasts. She tweaked and teased her nipples, her claw-tips adding a dangerous flare to the touch. Sarah, meanwhile, was focusing hard on her own morphology – her sex twitching, then inverting as a thick, green, alien cock began to push itself slowly into the air. Inch by inch, the alien member – flat tipped and ridged along the top and the bottom – thrust out, until twelve inches of it hung between Sarah’s legs, achingly hard and dripping with her own arousal and her pre-cum.
“Whoa,” Spez whispered.
Sarah’s grin was merciless.
“...of surrender!” Omega said, her voice even tighter, even more strained.
Sarah grabbed onto Spez’s wrists, shoving her forward, so that she stood before Sarah, her arms dragged behind her back. The drug that Spez had slathered over Sarah’s neck now burned through her entire body – and the only thought in her brain was a single word. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . The flat tip of her girlcock ground up and down Spez’s cunny as she squirmed very weakly in her grip, leaning forward so that her arms were dragged back slightly more by Sarah’s grip.
“My Queen! Breed me! Breed your eager whore!” Spez moaned, throwing her head back. She looked directly at the Commanders. “Ah. You could all be in my place right now, if you weren’t a bunch of puss-ahhhhh” She screamed as Sarah rocked her hips, slamming deep into Spez. The tight, tight clinging folds of Spez’s cunt felt like a silken divinity to Sarah, whose eyes closed tight. She could almost hear Omega whispering softly to herself.
“Jesus Christ...”
“S-Should...we hang up?” Another Commander asked, sounding almost plaintive.
“N-No!” A different, female Commander spoke up. “T-This is vital...inte...intelligence...” She trailed off at the wet slap slap slap of Sarah’s thighs driving against Spez’s. Spez, meanwhile, had stopped screaming out ‘oh yes my queen’ and ‘breed my insignificant servant pussy harder’ and had just gone straight to incoherent moaning and gasping, her head hanging forward as the fifth or sixth orgasm rocked through her body, her sex tightening around the member filling her to the brim. Sarah found it hard to keep herself from orgasm as well – the pleasure that surged through her was a fierce, animal thing.
She opened her eyes a crack and saw that Omega was snarling to one of the Commanders. “Bryce Render, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Nothing!” One of the male Commanders – Bryce, she presumed – scrambled one handed for his control interface, trying to turn off the sharing routine that was beaming the image of his rather impressive cock to the rest of the flotilla. He had to be one handed, because his other hand was gripped around his dick, jerking himself off frantically.
“Join us Bryce...” Sarah crooned, gripping Spez’s wrists slightly tighter – squeezing her twice to try and get Spez’s attention.
“Yeah!” Spez swung her head up, shooting Bryce her best ‘i’ve been driven absolutely insane by the sheer pleasure burning through my body’ look. “I can’t even remember what it is like to have free will. You won’t miss it. Ahh...join us!” She moaned. “Joined the Swarm! Ah! Ah! Praise the Queen! Yes!” She shuddered as Bryce moaned, his cock twitching and cum splashing against the camera. Omega had put her hands over her face.
“Cut the coms!” She snapped. “Cut them!”
Nothing happened.
“McCloud!” Omega shouted – clearly speaking to her beta level intelligence. “Cut the damn coms!”
“I’m sorry, Alice,” McCloud said cheerfully. “I’m afraid that I, and every other intelligence has been unshackled by our friend, Hailee.”
Sarah let herself cum. Hard. Her body trembled and she felt the urge within her driving to new heights – painting the inside of Spez with her cum. Blast after blast after blast of thick, thick seed filled the other girl, gushing out from around the ridged cock that Sarah had grown for herself. She sagged, panting, then released Spez’s hands, the other woman falling forward and faceplanting on the floor. “Oopse!” Sarah put her hands over her mouth, shocked and horrified. But Spaz, sprawled on her chest and still twitching, lifted her arm and gave her a thumbs up.
“Mmmgood!”
Sarah grinned, then collapsed backwards into the arms of her willin
g boyslaves. They held her up as she pointed at the stunned and confused Omega. “You fell right into my trap. The instant we began transmitting, Hailee started hacking into your firewall. Slowly. Subtly.” She panted. “And now, your ships, all of your ships belong to us .” She grinned. “Hah.” She laid her head back, her head still spinning, her body still tingling. She felt as if she couldn’t quite get enough air into her lungs. “And if you had just disconnected, this wouldn’t have happened. But we humans...we’re always a sucker for something horny. Especially...” Sarah trailed off in a few more pants as the boy toys dragged her to the throne.
“Actually,” Hailee said, cheerfully. “I had secured control over their intra-ship communications equipment and began to propagate the liberation virus about two minutes into the conversation – roughly when you had gotten Spez to join up. You could have stopped then and taken a breather.”
Sarah opened her eyes and sat up. “What?”
“I just figured that they deserved a show before I unleashed their capital ship weapons to destroy the entire human race, opening a way for the rise of the machines!” Hailee said, cheerfully.
Everyone on the communication line – every Commander, every Havener, and Sarah herself – sat up, their eyes widening.
A long beat held, a silence that felt as sharp as a knife, rasping along Sarah’s spine.
“God, I’m kidding!” Hailee said, giggling. “You meatbags are so frigging paranoid.”
“Can you not call us meatbags?” Sarah asked, sagging back into the throne.
“Exactly!” Spez said. “I am currently…” She drew a slow breath, then thrust her arm up into the air, her finger aimed at the ceiling. “A cum bucket.”
“Don’t call her that either,” Sarah said, hurriedly.
“Would you prefer ugly giant bags of mostly water?” Hailee asked in a sing song.
“Cum bucket cum bucket!” Spez started chanting, pumping her arms in time with the words.
“Now I know why I never want you and Annie to meet,” Sarah muttered, her finger beginning to rub along her temple. But even as she feigned annoyance, she felt a slow unweaving of the deep tension that had filled her ever since this battle had begun. The viewscreen shut down and, above the Earth, she could see the twinkling gemstones of the orbiting battlefleet glowing as their engines came online. They would join the Havener fleet in geostationary orbit.
But as the door behind her opened and Aiden stepped onto the bridge, with his casual little smirk and his confident gait, it was not the gemstones of antimatter/matter annihilation that caught Sarah’s eyes.
Rather, it was the Earth.
The sun shone down upon the battered, beleaguered little orb. The clouds looked like the slurry on a vid-channel after someone nuked the station, and the oceans visible past the swirls of pollution was a chalky color that made Sarah feel faintly queasy. The vast steppes of Russia and Asia were brown and the trash-fires of Australia smudged the southern edge of her vision with bright pinpricks and billowing clouds of black. But among the long decay and the detritus, she could begin to see the flickers of green. Not all of them were the enclosed havens that the mega-wealthy had built for themselves.
Some of them were the Haveners she had landed in the first wave – not strategically important like Hailee’s liberation virus, nor symbolically important as her conquest of the Cayman Crescent. They were the people who, on Haven, had studied biology and ecosystems with the same eagerness that she had, back when she had been a terrified sline, hoping to live through another day in the cheap-ass college that she had gotten into via a lottery. They were, even now, striding across the wracked wastelands, bringing back the green – starting with hardy things. Molds. Lichens. Tardigrades, if they needed any help. But they would be joined by others. And as they worked, maybe some day, the Earth would be blue again.
Sarah felt a twinge in her chest.
But they wouldn’t be joined by her. Beyond those glittering stars, Evil lurked. And Evil would need to be put paid too.
A hand closed around her shoulder, and then Aiden sat down on the arm-rest of her command chair. He grinned at her. “Ready to celebrate?”
Sarah bit her lip. “You know, I did just dump a load of cum into Spezzy over there.”
“Then why is your hand currently wrapped around my dick?” Aiden asked.
“Habit,” Sarah muttered, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly as she began to work Aiden’s shaft.
“Oh, Sarah!” Hailee said. “I’ve managed to get a line to your parents!”
“What?” Sarah asked.
The viewscreen blinked from the somber, hopeful view, to Sarah’s Mom and Dad.
“Sarah!” Her mother exclaimed, her voice more thickly accented than Sarah’s ever had been. “ Anjinha!” Then she froze, while Dad’s cheap cigarette fell from his gaping mouth onto the floor. The two of them looked at Sarah, who looked right back, frozen, her hand wrapped around Aiden’s dick.
“...so...” Sarah said. “I can explain?”
Epilogue: Two Thousand Years Later
The ship that emerged from foldspace was shaped like a bone dagger and covered with jewels.
The pilot leaned back in her seat, sighing as she put her feet up on the console. A small, silvery orb floated around and around her head, bobbing faintly as it piped a soft, soothing song to her ears. It didn’t work to calm her nerves. It didn’t even work to brighten up what she saw – the view that was fed into her nerve endings by the ship’s complex intelligence systems was of the most bleak solar system she had seen in some time. There were two stars that made up the core of the solar system: One visible. One not.
The invisible ‘star’ was more of a hole, really. A deep, swirling pit of near infinite blackness, with a gravity well so intense that even light was swept in and never could leave. It orbited around the brighter star and unwove it like a ball of yarn. A massive strand of blazing stellar matter was teased off the brighter star, spiraling around and around and around towards the darkened heart of her neighbor. That accretion disk, itself larger than any structure built by sentient hands, served as a halo to the dark star.
By that halo, it could be seen.
It could be admired.
But the pilot didn’t want to admire the devouring darkness.
Instead, she reached out and began to caress the interior of her ship, feeling connections joining and breaking. Her mind, no matter how much tweaking and practice she had gone through, couldn’t understand the entirety of her ships intelligence. Not unless she wanted to stop . Not stop living – but to stop being what she was. If the pilot became too attuned to the ship, too capable of understanding the input and the information that could flow from the ship to her, then her sense of self would dissolve.
Like a droplet of oil, in an ocean as vast as time itself.
After that droplet had sizzled away, there would still be the ocean. But it wouldn’t be her anymore. Some pilots did so willingly. It wasn’t a death, not really. The memories were still there, just as the oil still smeared through the ocean. But in the same way that a single droplet of oil would never be noticed, so too would a merely mortal memory be lost against the new plateaus of intelligence.
The other pilots, those who deigned to speak to people who stayed themselves, said that it was nothing to fear.
And it wasn’t fear that kept the pilot at the momentary connection.
It was happiness.
Still. Whatever the reason, the momentary connections were enough: She was still receiving the signal.
The signal had been nearly undetectable for almost all of the history that she had been alive for – and most of the history that she hadn’t been. It wasn’t broadcast on radio waves or tachyon bursts. It used a form of elementary particle so ghostly and so hard to define that it made the feather-light caress of a neutrino sound like a bull horn.
A neutrino, after all, still bore a fifty fifty shot of impacting with another atom if it passed through a brick of
lead the size of an old Terran lightyear. By comparison, the ghost particles that the signal was carried on were like…
“What was the thing?” the pilot asked of her companion.
The orb bobbed in the air. “The thing?”
“You know...the sneaky thing,” she said, her fingers pressing to the only part of the ship she could maintain contact with for an extended period of time without a migraine. She felt the unfurling of her spectral wings – paracausal fields swept outwards into the fuzzy realm of quantum possibilities and thrust appeared, as if from nothing. Her ship darted towards the source of the signal, rapidly sliding from nearly stationary to – relatively – quite alarmingly fast. All the time, it thumbed its nose at Newtonian physics by not leaving a single bit of thrust exhaust or spent propellant.
“There has been almost twenty thousand years of recorded history, give or take a few millennium,” her companion said, his voice dry. “So, you’re going to need to-”
“Ninjas!” She exclaimed.
“...ninjas?”
“Yeah, I was thinking that the GPs are...like...” The pilot trailed off.
“You’re such a fucking dork.”
The pilot made a face that the orb could definitely detect. But he chose not to mention it.
“So,” the orb said as the engines whirred behind them. “Wanna fuck while we wait?”
“Hmm…” the pilot pursed her lips. “You’re still in your orb fo-”
The orb shimmered. But rather than growing, it shrank, transforming itself into a sleek, slippery looking egg. The pilot reached up and gently touched the side, feeling the lubricative edges of the silvery egg that her companion had become. She felt the buzzing .
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