Maybe getting a little sidetracked

“That’s it! Right there! I’m gonna…” Tracy trembled as she came. She gripped the bedsheets below her with one hand, and the hair of Cassie with the other. The girl between her legs kept lapping at her cunt enthusiastically, even as Tracy practically screamed in ecstasy. It wasn’t until Tracy’s grip relaxed that finally started to slow down.

Tracy laughed happily. “I think you’re becoming quite the good pussy eater, Cass.”

The 20 year-old came up for air, her makeup running and face smeared with the green slime that leaked from her lover’s pussy. She licked her lips and beamed up at Tracy. “I’m just doing some experimenting. Don’t tell my boyfriend, ‘kay?” She asked.

The two women shared a conspiratorial grin. They and their growing number of slime-possessed hosts had a lot of fun over the past few weeks pretending to be humans. The way they talked and walked, ate and drank, and most of all, the way they fucked.

Silently, something had started to come over the women of the area. It was an epidemic not of any sickness, but of nymphomania. The men of the Air **** base left their homes in the mornings quite satisfied, and during the days, the civilian spouses would pay each other social calls. Tracy had come back that morning from a visit to the wife of another one of Ethan’s friends. At last, she could gather with her entire social circle knowing that every one of them had green goo running out of them. She invited Cassie over to celebrate, with Heather and Maggie to show later.

Tracy stared at the possessed hottie between her legs. Cassie looked right back, excited lust in her eyes. “So Trace,” the girl began. “How about you return the favo–”

Just then, a strange, warbling, thunderous noise crashed through the air. Cassie and Tracy looked up from each other to the window. “Huh?” Cassie asked. “It’s not cloudy today…” Then a realization passed over their faces at the same time. Cassie looked at Tracy, and Tracy looked at Cassie. “A message.” They both said.

Hastily tossing on their clothes, Tracy and Cassie hurried outside, past her backyard and into the woods. After only a few minutes of walking, they made it to their destination: the landing zone, where the infiltrator’s pod still sat undisturbed. Even the exit hatch lay ajar; there was no need to conceal it any further. After all, it was incredibly small in size, just enough to fit a volume of slime.

“Keep a lookout. I’ll get on the comms system, see what Command wants.” Tracy said, sliding down the crater to the sleek metal surface.

“Uh, that’s gonna be a little hard in that body of yours...” Cassie noted correctly. Even Tracy’s head could hardly fit in the pod door.

“Which is why,” Tracy said, lifting the hem of her sundress skirt and exposing her bare pussy, “I’m doing this…” She gained a look of concentration, smiling very slightly as a green glob parted her labia. A small tendril of goop extended from her, snaking its way outwards in the direction of the pod. The dripping substance arced into the door, making its way to the pod’s comm systems. The infiltrator had the odd sensation of controlling both Tracy’s body and this extra appendage, keeping its bipedal host upright while using its true form to activate the tech below. It was a weird sensation, even for an experienced being such as this.

The slime tentacle activated the comms, and an extraterrestrial message began to play. Strange sounds, both warbly and clicking at the same time, played softly in the air for a few brief moments, then suddenly ceased. It was a brief message, but entirely understandable to the beings now inhabiting the nearby humans:

“FLEET INBOUND, ETA THIRTY ROTATIONS. ACCELERATE INFILTRATION EFFORTS. HADRON CLASS VESSELS INCLUDED–SUBTLETY NO LONGER NECESSARY”

It’s task complete, the advanced machinery fell silent once again. Tracy’s abnormal appendage began to retract, the possessed woman giving little involuntary whimpers of pleasure as the slime slid back into her body. She turned back over to Cassie, who by now had a hand down her pants, knuckle-deep into herself. “Sorry.” The girl grunted. “I know I was supposed to be lookout, but for whatever reason seeing you drip out of her like that made this body wet as a god-damn ocean.”

“I think that might be part of the problem.” Tracy said, letting her sundress back down and climbing back up the crater. “We were so distracted with these bodies, we forgot the mission.”

“Shit.” Cassie said disappointedly, stopping her self-pleasuring. “Are we in trouble?”

Tracy thought about it for a moment. “Not necessarily.” She decided. “We’ve built up a good base of hosts. We could use our numbers advantage, go wide…”

“We could all go for higher level targets too.” Cassie pointed out. “Higher level than military wives and their spoiled daughters, anyway. Shit. Either way, our little meet-ups are over.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Tracy said with a smirk. “If we need more hosts, we need more genetic material for clones…”

Cassie smiled too.