Find a better host

“Thanks for the offer, but, erm, I think I should be going.” April decided. “You go on ahead.” The man, a bit off-put by his female companion’s change of mind, nodded hesitantly and gathered his things.

April spent the next few minutes engaged in the odd ritual of putting on human clothes. Plenty of species wore garments, but using its host’s memories to figure out how to dress itself was always an interesting experience the first time around. The new April was certainly surprised at how good she felt once she’d put on her bra and panties. “I feel… sexy?” She said hesitantly. Yes, that was the word. April finished putting on her clothes and then started up the beach. Her friends would question her, but that didn’t matter. She’d find someone new soon.

The beach happened to be next to a human settlement of decent size, according to Earth standards at least. Dozens of humans still walked the streets at this time of night. April walked among them, a sly grin on her face. The slug within her was always satisfied infiltrating a new species, impressed at its own ability to blend in with its host species. After all, who could suspect that this attractive female was being puppeted by an extraterrestrial being?

The sensation of the recent erotic encounter still dominated the infiltrator’s mind. April’s body was just coming down from the high of that primal experience. It was pleasurable beyond belief–the slug would have to get more of that before this was all over. But duty to the Empire came first–and a more suitable host was required. April didn’t really have the connections to be useful, despite her pleasing form. The slug would need a better one, and soon enough, that is what it would find.

April’s trek through the town consisted of her surveying the people and buildings she encountered, the parasite using her mind to discern their meanings in human society. Eventually she came across a parked black-and-white car on the streetside, one with red and blue lights atop it. “A bit odd for a law enforcement vehicle.” April thought to herself, thinking of other examples of such things in the galaxy. Nearby stood a woman in what was most definitely a dark blue uniform, a holstered weapon at her side. She was much more dark-skinned compared to April, with even darker hair in a tight bun to match. She was looking away, which was good, because she couldn’t see the blonde woman behind her doing little to hide her smiling stare.

“Excuse me, officer?” April asked innocently as the cop turned to her. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What’s up?” The officer stood by, perhaps a little suspicious.

“Actually, can we talk in your vehicle?” April stepped forward and began to whisper. “I… I think I’m in danger.”

At that, the officer was much less suspicious. She gestured to her car door, unlocking it and letting the appreciative young woman inside. Then she circled around, opening the driver’s side door.

“Alright, miss, what seems to be the–AAAHCK!” The officer had hardly closed the door behind her than April was on her, pinning her to the side of the car with sudden and surprising strength. In a flash the blonde’s hands were on her, and the now wild-eyed girl came in close. It almost seemed like April was going to kiss her, but then she opened her mouth, and a vibrant purple slug slid off her tongue…

If there were anyone walking by on the street at that time, they wouldn’t have seen much. The car rocked back and forth for only a brief moment. With April now passed out, the officer grabbed at her own throat, **** as the slug’s tail disappeared down her gullet. Then the panicked woman lost control of her own body, convulsing as the infiltrator did its work. In mere moments, less time than it took to possess April, the infiltrator found itself looking through a new alien’s eyes.

“Ah, a societal upgrade.” Officer Jackson sighed, reading her own mind and seeing the full extend of her role. Among her memories was the sight of her body with her uniform off. “Hmm...Maybe a physical one as well. Sorry, April.”

The blonde girl the infiltrator had come out of was still passed out in the passenger seat. The new host leaned over and wiped her fingers across April’s lips, cleaning up the remnants of extraterrestrial secretions the slug had made on its way out of her mouth. “What to do with you…?”

Olivia pressed the Lock button on her car, ending a fun night with friends. An odd night, though. Her roommate April had acted weirdly the whole night, and then practically disappeared altogether after running off to skinny dip with that hunk James. April’d been down bad for him for months now, but the confused look on his face after he’d come back alone from what the whole beach could hear was a fuck session made Olivia equally puzzled.

But just as she was heading inside to her apartment complex, a police car pulled alongside, startling the young woman. The window rolled down, and an officer poked her head out. “Are you Olivia?” She asked.

“Uh, yeah–um, yes, Officer.” Olivia stammered. What was this about?

“I’m Officer Jackson.” The woman said, stepping out of the car. “I was just dropping off your friend here.” She pulled open the passenger door, revealing an **** April.

“Oh my God! Is she ok?”

“She is, but she’s had an interesting night. Had a few too many drinks, if you get what I mean. We figured she’d best get a good night’s sleep at home.”

“Ugh, of course.” Olivia said, moving to pick up her friend. “This is so like you.” She whispered.

“Mhh….wha?” April muttered, staggering to her feet as Olivia picked her up. “What… happened?”

Olivia rolled her eyes, helping her friend to the door. The two women walked off into their apartment, Olivia nodding to the officer as they did so. Officer Jackson nodded back, then went back to her car.

The infiltrator found itself giggling in satisfaction as it got into the car. “These humans have such deference to authority.” ‘Officer Jackson’ said as she closed the door behind her. “You barely even need to pretend to be like them.” The woman undid her belt, reaching down under her pants and feeling her nether regions. The infiltrator smiled, enjoying the sensation. “This one feels just like April felt.”

April. The infiltrator thought back to her for a moment. It had left that woman, but that didn’t mean she would be left alone. Her… encounter with James had left the infiltrator’s clone growing somewhere in her. In a while, soon, she would be possessed again once it was finished. Like a sleeper agent, made to serve the interests of the Empire.

The new host of the slug rubbed her stolen pussy in the seat of her squad car, and made plans for the future of its infiltration of the human race.