Invasion

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

Kohtlcok Darelni sensed the broadcast from the scout ship orbiting a planet 15 quintillion of its light-years away.

The ship had been in orbit, invisible, for a short time, only around a million of that planet's years--nothing, of course, when compared to the lifespan of his race. In that time, it had recorded every aspect of existence on the planet, the evolution of a barely-sentient bipedal species, one which was culturally and linguistically fragmented, constantly fought among itself, wantonly killed animal life (even animals who were every bit as intelligent as they were), poisoned its atmosphere, and did all manner of other things that would have horrified any Tnakfyn.

Still, there were redeeming qualities to them. The music was beautiful, the artwork subtle and gorgeous, the architecture magnificent. Some of the species' more gifted members even used that cultural fragmentation to their benefit, composing music and writing literature perfectly blending multiple cultures and languages.

It was the multitude of languages that particularly impressed Darelni, in fact. So far back as his people's recorded history went, they had only had two languages (if one could be called even that). The main language was a harsh, guttural one used for most things, such as his rank of Kohtlcok. The second language was a lyrical, lilting one used only for personal names, like his own Darelni.

But on balance, this species--these "humans"--were simply too violent to be allowed into the Tnakf Imperium, not when that would mean they would one way serve on--and possibly even command--ships with weapons that could obliterate entire galaxies in microseconds. No, the humans would have to die. The dolphins were a much worthier species. And anyway, all that cultural knowledge would be preserved, and that's what mattered.

He sent his thoughts out to the crews of his fleet's ships and interfaced with the ships' biological computers. "Engage invisibility. Prepare for space bend. We leave for 'Earth.'"

--

The Tnakfyn fleet's ships' main drives worked by bending space, causing far distant points to become temporarily adjacent. Then it was a matter of traveling a short distance and disengaging the bend. Getting to Earth took them four bends, and the last was only because they'd slightly miscalculated and ended up in orbit of a gas giant with huge rings.

Two Earth hours after the scout ship had sent its report (using an advanced form of quantum entanglement for instantaneity) the fleet arrived in orbit of Earth.

"We will not attack their major cities," thought Darelni. "We need their leaders alive to agree to the surrender so that their people may be properly prepared to meet their just fate. Calibrate the Exterminator to target this gene sequence. It shows up only in humans. Fire on the indicated targets."

--

Three seconds later, every human being in a number of major cities simply died.

Shanghai. Los Angeles. Istanbul. Sao Paulo. Johannesburg. Sydney. Barcelona. Almost ninety million people simply ceased living in the single largest mass slaughter in human history.

Ten seconds after that, every living human heard a voice in their mind, speaking in their native language.

"This is Kohtlcok Darelni of the Tnakf Imperium. We have been observing your world since before your species evolved and have found you wanting. You have **** your planet and are unworthy of it. As I will now show you--I am sure your own news sources will be airing footage shortly--we can kill all of you in less time than it takes you to blink. Your leaders will sign an unconditional surrender and prepare you for final extinction, so that this world may belong to its other sentient species and became a proper member of the Imperium. If you do not comply, you will still be killed, but I will set the Exterminator to make your deaths as painful as possible, rather than painless as I exhibited on your cities. Your governments have one hour to respond--you may do so by radio. Darelni, out."

--

Miranda giggled. She'd been in Los Angeles, in fact, when the Exterminator had hit, but Jane had changed her so much that she was invisible to the Tnakf detectors, and of course she was immune to their pathetic weapons.

There were thirty Tnakf ships in orbit. They were tough, of course, able to withstand even the gravitational stresses of a black hole with no damage. Of course, Miranda was far more powerful than any mere black hole.

She could sense the world's governments scrambling to decide how to respond to the threat. Most of them were just shell-shocked, unable to believe what had happened. A few thought that the Tnakf couldn't possibly kill everyone, that the ninety million they had kliled was the limit of their power, and were preparing to have a few people go into hiding in the countryside. The rest were already drawing up their surrender, but they were exclusively small states, which had never been able to resist anyone militarily and had relied for defence on the fact that they weren't worth invading.

Miranda let the panic soak into her for about forty minutes. Then she moved.

--

Darelni staggered as a voice boomed in his mind, far more powerful than he, or any Tnakf, could possibly project. His neural sensors told him that the voice was also being broadcast, though far more gently, into the mind of every human.

"This is Ultimate Woman. I protect this planet. You have fifteen minutes to broadcast your unconditional surrender on behalf of the Tnakf Imperium to me. If you do not, I will personally destroy every one of your ships and annihilate the Tnakf people. Ultimate Woman, out."

Darelni froze in shock for an instant, then laughed. The idea of a native of this planet making such threats was ludicrous! Their scout ship had picked up no sign of this "Ultimate Woman," and while she no doubt existed, she had to be simply a genetic aberration, making her invisible to their detectors and giving her powerful telepathy, nothing more.

"This is Kohtlcok Darelni of the Tnakf Imperium. Ultimate Woman cannot possibly pose any threat to us. We reject her demands and require your surrender within nine minutes. Darelni, out."

--

Miranda laughed. "Well, they had their chance," she said to herself. "I love overconfident arrogant bastards. Thanks, Jane." She felt a warm mental caress in reply from her friend, and then she was in space, next to each of Darelni's ships.

They were all embarrassingly easy to destroy, of course. She spat at one of them, the spittle piercing the hull and destroying a key part of the engine, which quickly went critical and exploded. For another, she changed her tear ducts to produce an acid that would dissolve the hull, and only that, then cried, so that the crew was instantly exposed to space. Others she destroyed with her hair, her energy vision, her breast milk, or her pussy juices. She smushed some against her perfect stomach. Others she ate, or inhaled, or stuffed into her ass or her cunt. Two seconds after her **** began, only one ship remained, and Miranda manifested another body on board.

--

Darelni couldn't believe what had happened. His fleet had been obliterated, his own ship's weapons and drive systems disabled, and all in less time than it took him to make his point about being able to kill everyone on this damn planet!

"Hello, Darelni," said Ultimate Woman, only this time it wasn't in his mind. He spun around to see a human female, ridiculously sexy by their standards, standing in his quarters with no sign of any sort of **** entry.

"Fuck you, bitch," he got out.

"Now, that's not very nice. You don't want to make me angry." Her voice got lower, throatier, sultrier. "You wouldn't like when I'm angry." Miranda loved cliches every bit as much as Jane did.

"Fuck off."

"Well, now you've made me angry," and with that the most successful fleet commander in Tnakf history met the rather ignominious end of having his vital organs simply teleported out of his body by a native of one of the most primitive worlds ever surveyed by the Imperium.

--

I watched the whole thing, of course, and made sure to watch Mir's destruction of the fleet in slow motion. Fuck, that was hot, especially when she'd rolled up one of the ships, created another body, and began using it as a double-ended dildo.

I was still sitting in the bar, of course, but I couldn't help myself. Miranda was simply turning me on too much. I snaked one hand to my right breast and another to my pussy, while telekinetically stimulating my left breast and my asshole, and giving myself a dick just so I could jack it, too. No one looked askance at me, of course, and I masturbated furiously at what I was witnessing.

I could feel my orgasm approaching, and with it, I could feel my powers start to burst out. Desperately I tried to channel them towards a limited end, hoping to contain the changes they would wreak when I achieved release.

My pleasure climaxed and my power blasted out at the exact moment that Miranda killed Darelni, and the world changed.