Old Friends, New Friends

“Holy Shit, babe!” Katie's voice said from the doorway. “I haven't seen you cum like that in ages! You squirted through your blanket! There was a stream of it pouring through the fabric!” Katie said, watching her friend's fingers still moving on her sex under the soaked quilt.

“Katie, I think something's wrong,” Honey said, realizing she was making long, slow strokes against her clit, her body shivering with each contact. Her belly was on fire and she felt sick again.

“Your mom said you had the flu or something,” Katie said, a motherly tone coming into her voice. She walked to the bedside of her friend, the carpet squishing as she moved past the foot of the bed. She did her best to ignore the fact that her best friend was still playing with her pussy. The smell in the room was heavenly and Katie wanted to whip the sheets off and dive in, tongue first, but she was concerned. “Is this the first time you've been awake all day?”

“Yeah, pretty much. But it's still...” Honey said, turning to look at her alarm clock and her voice trailed off. She expected to see that it was 9:30, maybe 10 at the latest. The digital display told her it was 8pm. “Holy fuck,” she said quietly.

“Or...unholy....” another voice said. It sounded like her voice and it was very quiet, just a whisper, and it turned her on to hear it, almost to the point of her pussy starting to flow with juice again.

“Did you hear that?” Honey whispered.

“What?” Katie asked.

“No, she didn't. Only you can hear me...”

“What the fuck...” Honey said, anger coming into her voice. She got up, her shaking legs barely able to hold her weight and she scanned the room. Nothing seemed out of place, nothing at all. “Katie, this isn't funny,” Honey said, still trying to find the source of the voice.

“They'll think your crazy. If you tell them, they'll tell you your crazy and they'll lock you away. Then no more fun time. No more fucking,” the voice said tauntingly. Honey **** herself to shake it off and she looked at her friend and smiled.

“Help me down stairs, hon? I don't think these legs will carry me on their own,” Honey said with a weak smile.

'So you're in my head?' Honey thought to herself. Itself. Whatever the fuck was talking to her. Maybe she was going crazy. Too much sex, too many exploits. Katie helped her out of bed putting a hand around her naked waist and she grabbed Honey's left arm and threw it around her shoulders. Honey moved like her legs were made out of lead and her muscles protested every step.

“Yes,” said the voice. “I'm also...” it responded and Katie felt something move in her belly, right where her uterus was.

'Are you my baby?' Honey thought in a panic. She knew the thought was irrational and stupid the second it flashed through her mind, but it was the first thing that came to her. After all, birth control only works so well and with last night's fucking of the football team, the coach, the assistant coach, and the principal, it might not have blocked all 40-some loads shot into her cunt.

The voice laughed. “You are my host,” it said. “I need you to live, and you will find out shortly you will need me. But first, I need you to do something for me.”

'Fuck you. I'm not doing shit for you,' Honey thought, realizing that Katie had been talking to her. “Uh, yeah,” she responded weakly to her friend.

“Good,” Katie said, “I'll get you a glass on the way through the kitchen.”

The voice laughed at Honey again. “Listen here. You were chosen for this role. You'll want this role, and you'll need this role. If you don't take this role, I'll fucking kill you, and I'll make it hurt so bad, for so long,” the voice said. Honey could feel something move inside her, twisting around her organs, not painfully so, but enough to let her know it was there. “Or, you can accept the role, cherrish it, and fulfill your destiny,” the voice said. The tendrils around her organs relaxed and more started churning, twisting inside her pussy, something like a tiny finger extending out from inside her to play with her clit. It was incredible to feel it, like electric silk shivering all over her body.

Honey nearly fell down the stairs. Katie caught her and they sat down. The tendrils relaxed and the voice started laughing for a moment and then the laughter faded away into nothing.

“You okay, babe?” Katie asked with concern.

“Yeah, I'll be fine,” Honey said, her body was her own again and she stood up.

'So what do you need from me?' Honey thought as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Cum. I need sperm. Lots of it so I can grow. So WE can grow.”

'Well, I think I can find a few donors,' Honey thought, with her own wicked thoughts starting to boil in the back of her mind.