Azar, a young woman, jogging in the night.

Azar was never one to be afraid of the night, not like most girls. She was a highly trained black belt in martial arts and rather extremely fit individual. She could fight off any would be perverts who would try anything when she was out jogging. Quite a few could attest to getting broken noses or worse from their attempts, and it actually became common ground for any of them to stay away. This community wasn't that big to begin with so word got around well enough.

As the white girl was jogging tonight she had noticed a shooting star overhead. Seeing that it had landed nearby she let her curiosity get the better of herself and decided to go and see what it was. As she navigated the woods she could feel the trees, leaves and branches all tickling her exposed body. One would think that late in the night, it would be ideal to where more clothes to protect oneself but Azar was quite the opposite. She enjoyed the cold night wind as it gently touched her body. She was glad in nothing more than a black sports bra and a black shorts with black sneakers but she was not bothered in the slightest.

Eventually she did manage to find the site but much to her disappointment there was nothing there. She sighed as she rest on a nearby tree, she knew it was too good to be true. It probably burnt up in the atmosphere or something, she pondered. Unbeknownst to her the being who had landed had waited enough and had decided to pounce.

"What the!" Azar gasped as she felt something slimy hit her from the back. She quickly turned around to see who it was that thought they could mess with her, only to find no one there. She growled in anger as she tried to remove the gunk from her hair but as she passed her hands through the black goo, she found that it was growing and becoming thicker and that it wasn't coming off.

"Huh." She gasped as she tried to pull it off, but the goo wasn't budging. She could feel the goo start to crawl down her back, as tendrils of it started to slither around her body encasing her. She could feel it in her hair, pressing it down like a hand holding her entire body.

She tried to run. She tried to free her arms. She tried to do anything, but it was all in vain. As the goo kept consuming it started to limit her movement. First was her arms, as it moved across her shoulders, Azar felt her arms be **** down to the side as her arms were held in place almost like if they were encased in concrete. She tried turned her neck but it soon too was held in place.

With her balance thrown off by her suddenly stiff limbs, Azar tripped and landed on her back. She was now stuck as the slime also crawled over hips, holding her legs in place. She didn't know what was going on. Was she being eaten alive or something? What was happening to her?

Nothing responded as the goo just continued to consume. She tried screaming but the moment she opened her mouth, tendrils of slime shot inside it, invading her insides as well. Once the slime was in her mouth it **** her jaws shut, forever silencing her as it kept invading her.

The slime kept going, covering her breasts and her stomach, entering every other available orifice it could find. All the while Azar was still aware, still feeling her body as she lost it. Once enough had been covered the slime began cocooning the girl. It pulled her legs together, wrapping them up as it continue upwards. Her hands were pressed to her sides as they too was encased. Soon it reached her head and Azar could only look on the darkness started to encroach on her even more. Her last sight being that of the moon staring back at her, her last light as the world soon faded to black.

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At midnight in the woods, lay a black cocoon big as human resting. It was undisturbed as any animal with even a lick of sense could tell it was not something to be messed with. It was something not from this world and it was bad news for all who inhabited it.

Soon the slimy walls of the cocoon began to ripple as tendrils of slime shot out of the cocoon latching onto nearby trees. These tendrils held firm as the snaked around the tree, gripping them in its claws. The tendrils soon began to pull against the trees moving the cocoon from its resting position. As it pulled more tendrils emerged and pushed into the ground to help the cocoon stabilize in a vertical position.

Once the cocoon was steady the tendrils retracted cutting and crashing the tree branches with no regard for any life as returned to its origin. The cocoon was silent for moment before the top started to crack, however rather than something emerge from the shell and break out, the shell started to collapse inward almost as if it was being devoured.

The cocoon crumbled away revealing a being with long white hair that kept growing as more of it collapsed. As it broke whatever pieces of it that well on the being inside turned to slime and reconstructed itself on the being, acting as covering of sorts for the being. Eventually the rest of it crumbled away leaving a puddle of slime at the based that soon moved towards the being and were absorbed in the soles her feet.

The being opened her eyes for the first time, their face blank, devoid of any emotion, for there was none left in this body.

This being was known as Azar. A young woman who lived on her own in the town of Claro. She was a university student who studied engineering, a bit antisocial and a girl who loved to gym and work out. She was also beginning of the end as she was now the host of the symbiote and would be the first step to taking of the Earth.

Azar wiggled her fingers ever so slightly as she began to feel them, her breathing was steady as she started to move proper. Turning her head ever so slightly, Azar glanced down at her arm watching as her symbiote coated fingers began to move with ease. Soon she was able to move her arms and with them she could start to feel new host, her new body. As she traced her fingers along her chest she felt a rush of pleasure as she touched her breasts. A similar feeling was also felt as she traced the location where her reproduction system was located.

Wanting to focus her hands elsewhere, the symbiote began to press itself more against those areas of pleasure while it focused Azar's hands elsewhere. Now holding her hands in front of her face, one would think Azar was staring at the symbiote that covered them. One would be wrong as the symbiote was actually staring back at Azar through the gloved hands. It glanced at her taking note of the face of its new host.

The eyes weren't moving. From what little memories it had from its host, and what it saw during its bonding process, the host needed to move its eyes more as well as blink, not unflinchingly stare at its target. The symbiote willed more of itself to emerged from Azar's body, slime crawled out of her mouth before climbing up her face, eventually reaching her eyes and entering around the eye sockets. Once insides the eyeballs on her face begun to move as the symbiote took control of them.

Satisfied the symbiote willed Azar to lick her lips collecting any left over symbiote on her lips, an action that seemed to excite Azar's body as the sensations her tongue felt as it collected the symbiote were just as overwhelming. The symbiote indulged in the pleasures of its host a little more as the night went on.

Once it felt sufficiently satisfied it made its move to walk back out of the woods, primed and ready for action.