Nesting Phase, Part 1 (People to Alien Broodmothers TFTG Preg) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for KillerMonkey

Two couples out camping are awed when they see a bright blue meteor shower, and even get to see and touch an asteroid piece that lands near them. Unfortunately, it crumbles after they touch it, and the two couples return home to their apartments. Little do they know they have been infected with an alien virus, one that shall soon turn them into alien broodmothers destined to make their entire apartment tower their hive. Perhaps the changes won’t be all bad, however. Perhaps they might even be pleasurable . . . 

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Nesting Phase

Part 1: The Colour from Outer Space

Mick could scarcely believe it. 

“Sharon! Sharon, come look! Get out of your tent and see this! Pete and Lily, the same for you guys! Check it out!”

The other three figures staggered out of their respective tents. Pete and Lily had been hoping to get some personal time in, which was the reason they’d pitched their tent further away than necessary from their friends. But when they emerged, the annoyance on their faces quickly evaporated as they took in the beauty and majesty and sheer awe of what they were witnessing.

“Holy shit,” Pete gasped. “Is that a comet?”

“A meteor shower,” Lily said, correcting her husband. The group deferred to her immediately; she’d always been quite the science nerd. 

“Yeah, looks like a lot of them forming a great tail,” Sharon said. She put a hand around her husband Mick’s waist, resting her head on his shoulder. “It’s amazing.”

The sight was indeed something to behold. Raining down from the sky, eclipsing the already-magnificent sight of the glimmering night sky, was a great meteor shower. Great streaks of luminescent blues and greens burned in the atmosphere above, soaring down again and again, seemingly right above them. It left an effect upon the sky somewhat like the Aurora Borealis, a pattern of shifting, bubbling translucent green and blue with brief flashes of violet purple, enough to truly give it an alien feeling.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Lily said, clinging to Pete, her own eyes wide with amazement. “I didn’t even know meteor showers could look like this.”

“Are you sure it’s a meteor shower then?”

“It has to be, it has all the other signs.”

“It’s amazing, whatever it is.”

Silence fell but for the light echo of the outer space rocks burning up upon entry, forming great luminescence tails as they did so. Pete couldn’t believe they’d nearly skipped out on this couples’ camping experience. It had taken a lot of convincing to get his wife Lily to come along. A lot of people were often surprised to learn the mid-twenties pair were high school sweethearts, or that they were together at all. Pete had the look and charisma of a total ladies’ man, and was a traditionally masculine fellow all around. With his smartly styled brown hair and square jaw, along with his tall, athletic figure, he was certainly quite attractive to the female side of the species, and more than a few of the male side as well. He loved his sports - football most of all - and drinking beer with his buddies during poker and pool night. And, of course, he loved heading out camping, especially with his best friend Mick.

Lily, on the other hand, looked like the wilting flower librarian type. In fact, that’s exactly what she was. Where Pete ran his own towing business, she worked as a librarian in town, and appeared exactly the type to do so. She had honey-blonde hair and rounded spectacles, and a sharp, cute face - not beautiful or sexy, but cute. She was much shorter than her husband, and quite frail-looking, and it was a miracle the two were together given that she preferred to be inside reading a good book by the fire or sorting systems or puzzles instead of what Pete liked. Still, the two got along very well, even if - though he would never admit it - Pete sometimes wished he was with more traditionally sexy, voluptuous women who wore outfits. He wished he had a trophy wife, secretly, despite how much Lily supported him.

“You were right Pete,” she said, holding onto him. “This was worth coming. I’m sorry I was such a stick in the mud.”

“It’s okay,” Pete said, captivated by the magical-looking meteor shower. “It’s one hell of a view, isn’t it? And the good thing is there’s not even a game on this weekend, so I don’t miss out on anything. But there sure is beer. Chuck me one, Mick! This is a sight to drink to!”

Mick threw him a beer, then went back to holding his own wife, who was in his arms, standing before him. Mick and Sharon were far less of a mismatched pair. In fact, Lily sometimes envied how much they were seemingly made for each other. They were both free spirits, often travelling around in a camper van three months out of every year so they could haul up at a national park or camp space and see the sights, take in the local flavour, and then get moving whenever their curiosity was piqued by the road once more. Mick was a big bear of a man, hairy as hell and with an impressively bushy beard. He was bald on top, but had never cared much, and his love of flannelette shirts left him looking like a wild, rugged lumberjack. Ironic, given his love of forests and preservation.

His wife, Sharon, had a very unique look. One could simply look at her and know she was an out and proud hippie vegan. There was something about the way she had her hair in long braids, about her very colourful clothing and love of tasselled jackets and skirts, and her proclivity towards ruby red sunglasses that just radiated modern hippie. She wore the label proudly, and appropriately enough she and Mick had met just six years ago at a protest concert and been together ever since, utterly inseparable.

“I’m really vibing with the universe right now,” Sharon said, adjusting the purple ends of her braids. “I’m really feeling it, hun.”

“Me too, love,” Mick said. “Me too. And after the best burgers I’ve ever made, too.”

There was a chorus of agreement. Dinner had indeed been delicious: Mick had an insatiable desire to feed anyone who was near him, and his cooking skills more than made that okay by any guest or companion or acquaintance of his. He ate meat, unlike his wife, but sparingly, and only what he hunted. It had led to a great meal indeed, for all four of them.

“Maybe this is the universe’s way of rewarding you for your great chef skills, Mick,” Lily joked.

“Eh, mine was a bit burned,” Pete said. “Besides, it’s not like-”

WOOOOMSH

The group of four ducked, the two women letting out involuntarily squeals and Pete a rather loud set of expletives as the sky exploded. One of the meteors was failing to burn up completely. Instead it barrelled down from the atmosphere, a streak of fiery blue, getting lower and lower until it was tearing overhead, roaring from its sheer speed as it detonated the sound barrier. It passed overhead so close that they could feel the intensity of it, but it wasn’t hot, much to the surprise of the scientific Lily. No, instead it was cold. It radiated cold. A thrum of power rippled through the four of them as it passed just several hundred feet over head, and then as quickly as it had come, it passed.

Mick’s jaw hung open. “Do you think that thing is going to land anywhere near-”

KWA-KOOOOM!!!

An enormous explosion of turquoise light emanated from the near horizon. Trees were torn asunder, dirt flung into the air, blacking out the stars and falling meteors above. It was loud enough to nearly burst an eardrum, but in the aftermath things fell to silence again, except for a low hum that clearly was echoing out from the impact site. It flickered, still glowing bright blue as if it were a comet in outer space. Like the light of a great fire, it flickered as if growing and receding in warmth. No, it was too regular for that. Like it was breathing. At least, that was Sharon’s perspective.

“I have to see it,” she said.

“Love, are you kidding?”

She grinned at her husband. “Are you telling me you don’t want to be there, hun? We can get a picture! We can be the first to declare it. We can even name it after ourselves.”

Lily blinked. “It would - it would be scientifically important, perhaps. But we should be careful.”

Pete slapped Mick on the back. “You’re not gonna be a coward are you, wild man? I didn’t imagine you of all people would back down from this.”

“I’m just worried it’s irradiated or something.”

It was then that Lily withdrew a small item from her bag and grinned. “Geiger counter. Never go camping without it. Just in case.”

Mick chuckled, but Pete looked a bit annoyed. He’d tried to get her out of ‘overprepared mode’ and this wasn’t helping, especially since it seemed she actually was right to bring it in the end.

“Fine, you take that,” her husband said. “But I’ll forge ahead with Mick. Gotta take care of the ladies, right Mick?”

“Please, Sharon can take care of - oh for goodness sake, don’t run ahead Sharon!”

But the keen nature woman was already laughing with abandon like the pagan-worshipping hippie she was. The others followed in her wake, desperate to see the glowing shard from space.

***

The crater was large, shaped like a teardrop where the meteor had impacted and carved through the tree line. It was intense to look at, and even though the blue light was slowly waning it was still very bright, requiring each member to cover their eyes a little as they descended into the crater to get a closer look. 

“No radiation, as far as I can tell,” Lily said. “Maybe just a little, but not much above normal. In fact, there should be more, which is weird. Space is radioactive. Quite radioactive.”

“Maybe it’s not working?” Sharon suggested.

“No, it’s working. I tested it before we left. I like to keep all equipment up to date when Pete drags me out to camp.”

Sharon shrugged. “Then let’s go investigate.”

“Just don’t touch it love,” Mick reminded her.

Pete stayed at the back as the four advanced. Despite his earlier claims of bravery, something about this was unsettling him. He couldn’t exactly say what, just that the strange thrumming in the air was pulsing more heavily the closer he got to the rock, and it just felt unnatural. Wrong, somehow.

“Hey guys, maybe we should-”

He stopped at the other three turned to him. None of them would ever truly admit it, but when the two couples got together, it was often Pete that took the lead, simply due to his charisma and confidence. Even Mick, the camping extraordinaire, found himself sucked in by that sometimes.

“Yes, honey?” Lily asked.

Pete still had that bad feeling, but far more important than acknowledging that was upholding his social standing and manly pride. He puffed out his chest a little.

“I’ll go first,” he said. “You just behind me, Mick. Just in case the ladies need protection.”

Mick agreed, and the two headed forward, moving closer to the glowing blue rock. It wasn’t as large as they had imagined, perhaps the size of a beach ball, maybe smaller. That still made it plenty big, though, and plenty valuable. Pete soon forget his sense of foreboding and began to see dollar signs, while Mick was simply fascinated by the material, which didn’t look like any metal he knew - and he was quite the craftsman!

“It looks like it’s glowing,” Mick said. “Actually glowing. Not just on fire.”

Pete nodded. He found it hard not to look at the meteor. It was as if it wanted to be looked at. The ripple of power was so much stronger now, and it was coursing into his system, practically urging him to touch it.

“Is it safe?” Sharon asked.

The two men stated that it was, and soon their wives joined. They were fascinated for different reasons - Sharon was already thanking the gods of nature and the elements for bringing such a divine blessing, while Lily was taking numerous photos and examining its exterior, which looked to be marbled and patterned in a way that was deeply strange.

“Should we . . . touch it?” Sharon asked, who was itching to do so.

“I don’t think so,” Lily replied. “I know it feels kind of cold, but you never know if-”

Pete reached out and placed his palm upon the rock. He turned to the group and grinned, still touching it.

“See?” he said casually, despite his frowning wife. “Nothing to fear! Just a funny rock with a light show.”

“Well, if he can touch it, then so can I!” Sharon said. She placed her hand upon the rock and giggled.

“What is it?” Mick asked. “Are you okay?”

“It - it tickles! Ahaha! Sorry, it feels like little electric pulses passing into me. Are you getting that too, Pete?” 

“Sure am. C’mon babe, don’t be scared. I’ll take care of you. We can all get a selfie together.”

Lily nervously bit her lip in response to Pete’s comments. He was always pushing her, trying to get her out of her comfort zone. Mick placed his hand upon the rock and began conversing with his wife, who was already formulating spiritual musings about its significance, while he was hoping to get part of it and make a nice axe out of the strange material, if possible. But Lily stood on the threshold, uncertain. 

“I - I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” she stammered.

“Oh, don’t be a scaredy cat,” her husband taunted, gesturing for her to join. “I had my reservations for a moment, but now I can see and feel that it’s awesome! Seriously, it’s great, isn’t it, you two?”

“It’s the magic of the universe,” Sharon murmured.

“It’s something alright,” he rugged husband said. “It’s certainly the coolest find in nature I’ve ever come across.”

In truth, the three of them could barely stand to remove their hand from the stone. Despite the cold emanating from its blue glow, the rock itself had a comforting and contradictory warmth. It sent little electric shivers through their body, and it was like a series of dopamine rushes, little endorphin hits that had them smiling and giggling like idiots as they clung to the rock, massaging its pebbled surface. It was addictive. It was calming. It was making them whole, and every new pulse of energy from the rock felt like a message from the heavens right to their bodies. It was, in a way, though it would take them some time to realise just how transformative that message would become.

Still Lily hesitated, unsure and a little disturbed by the dream-like state of her husband and her two best friends. She was about to ask them to snap out of it, or even use their long-range radio to call for help, out of fear that something was deeply wrong with the asteroid, when suddenly she felt the thrum in the air concentrate around her, as if she were being radioed to, her brain acting as the receiver. 

Strength strength strength you possess hidden strength and wisdom and intelligence and knowledge knowledge knowledge for strategy you will be defender you will be warrior you guard for trouble you recognise it even now you will be warrior defender of the hive

Lily gasped, blinking. She hadn’t even noticed that her hand was now upon the rock, receiving those same pulses of energy. Had the message been real? Was it just in her imagination? It was difficult to tell, the electric pulses were so overwhelming, and yet they descended upon her to drown out those thoughts, making them impossible to interrogate. 

She was not the only one.

Mick groaned as an alien message instilled itself in his head.

You feed you make food you are perfect for designation feeder you will feed the hive you will produce the jelly as you make the food now and you will make the hive grow grow grow the queen will depend upon your sustenance you will keep the hive fed

Sharon gritted her teeth, hearing her own message.

Eggs eggs eggs you will be broodmother you will lay the eggs and serve the empress your wisdom and appreciation for the universe will make you wise counsel wise counsel indeed you will birth many eggs and help expand the hive and aid the empress in all things for the hive for the brood

It was like a religious experience for her, but Pete was decidedly confused, his own message far more passionate than any other’s.

First to touch first to touch first to be blessed first among equals first and final empress immortal and glorious your eggs shall be legion you shall swell and grow and birth swell and grow and birth swell and grow and birth you will be a most beautiful queen for the hive be thankful for your selection celebrate your honour you are chosen to make this world a hive with you as its ever fertile head!

Pete grinned wildly, not understanding what was happening but overwhelmed by the sheer resounding pleasure that the rock was giving him. He gasped, moaning aloud along with the others, their own bodies aroused by the strange light of the meteor.

“Yes!” he cried. “Yes! I accept the blessing!”

“As do I!” Lily shouted!”

“And me, moon spirit!” Sharon shouted.

“I’ll take this nature’s blessing!” Mick added.

The light reached its crescendo, and all four wailed as an alien orgasm hit them. They cried out as one, their voices in a perfect, hive-like pitch, and then all was silent as their voices gave way and the rock’s blue light finally left it. The thrumming ceased, and in the aftermath it was difficult to remember exactly what had happened, or why they had shouted.

“That was - that was crazy,” Lily stammered. “I think we should go to a hos . . .”

She didn’t finish the sentence. It didn’t feel right to go to a hospital. It didn’t feel right at all. She amended her sentence.

“I think we should take this back to our apartment complex, and not tell anyone about it.”

“Lily’s right,” Pete declared, speaking authoritatively. “It’s our little secret. I’ll put it in my room. Any objections?”

Mick wanted to, so did Sharon, but Pete’s charisma was even greater than usual. He was dominant, and they felt a strange urge to obey.

“Of course.”

“Yes, it’s only right.”

They each placed a hand on the dormant meteor once more, and began to lift.

To Be Continued . . .