Back to the party.

April itched at her clothes as she walked back to the campfire, trying to shake out the sand from her shirt. She’d shed it onto the beach when she and James had gone running into the surf, and it had sat in the dune since then. The slug inside her body had little trouble putting clothes on for the first time, as its host’s memories told it exactly what to do.

James was already seated by the time she’d made it back. With one empty lawn chair remaining, April took her seat in the circle, doing her best to pretend as though nothing had just happened. Though the rest of the people around her were carried away with conversation, April couldn’t help but think about the erotic experience she had just had. The slug was prepared for just about anything, but the animalistic pleasure of the rutting it had just experienced was an entirely new sensation, and an incredible one at that. For a brief moment it had forgotten all about its duty to the Empire, its sacred mission to conquer the stars. It had given itself up to that one moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Even after getting fucked like that, she was still so wet that—

A hand suddenly but gently touched April’s right shoulder. “Hey.” A female voice whispered close to her ear. It was only then that the slug realized it was biting its host’s lip, gripping the arms of the chair with surprising ****. The alien had been so carried away in its shock at the revelations of human pleasure that it had forgotten to scan April’s memories for recognizable faces. A mistake that would soon be remedied.

April’s eyes darted over to the person to her right. Leaning in close was another blonde-haired woman, her face mere inches from April’s own. Her eyes, accentuated by eye shadow, showed a look of familiarity that the slug’s host body recognized as that of Olivia, her roommate and close personal friend. She had an expression that seemed to be half of concern and half of excitement, as though she was eager to say something. Instinctually, April leaned in to put her ear to Olivia.

“You total skank!” Olivia whispered, her voice low as to not arouse attention. “I could hear you getting fucked from over here.”

April looked at her friend with surprise. Though she’d once have acted sheepishly, the woman simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She found herself unashamed of what she had done. Having sex was good. Really good. Already she craved another body to feel. Olivia, raising her eyebrows in shock at her roommate’s newly cavalier attitude, went back to listening to the conversation. April didn’t stop looking at her, though. She was eyeing up Olivia’s curves and putting a hand to her belly, feeling something just beginning to stir.

April spoke little for the next half hour or so. The group finally broke and went their separate ways, putting out their fire and heading to their cars. As they began to leave, James waved to her, as though he didn’t know what else to do but felt like he had to do something. Though April was tempted to go with James, to have him take her again, she only gave a cordial wave back and followed Olivia back to her car.

“I cannot fucking believe you would just let him fuck you right on the beach!” Olivia exclaimed, now capable of practically yelling as she drove the two roommates back to their apartment. “I mean, I know you’ve wanted to get with him for a while now, but this is just on another level for you.”

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do, Liv.” April replied. Though Olivia wasn’t looking, April now had an expression of voyeurism, admiring her roommate’s body from the passenger seat.

Though April and Olivia had been roommates since college, they were rather different people. April had always been the more outgoing one, taking part in sports and having the much larger circle of friends, boyfriends included. By contrast, Olivia was the more reserved one, always going to bed early and hiding herself away in her room. It hadn’t even been her idea to tag along with April. Her roommate had practically **** her to dress up in a cute outfit and throw on some makeup to ‘get her out of her shell’. April had always thought Olivia hid her beauty.

As the streetlights flashed by, Olivia continued to drive. April put a hand to her stomach, her breath rising a little as she felt the clone move again. Its movements were stronger now, its bump shifting and writhing a little just under her skin; it was ready to come out into the world and claim its host. And now she had the perfect one.