“Awakened”
by ThatSquickGuy (thatsquickguy@gmail.com)
Chapter 6:
The newly converted spore-hosts left the pod room and their equipment behind except zoey-spore’s datapad. They knew the rest would be unnecessary. The alien-controlled team made their way back to the elevator. Their assimilated minds in complete concert. The Blight-mind directing all their actions until it needed their useful individuality. Abby-spore floating along blissfully as a enger, watching her body move at the unheard commands of the Blight.
It was wonderful. She was no longer anything but an extension of the Blight-mind. Just like the Blight-parts that squished along behind them.
ing other spore-hosts, they felt nothing but joy as they watched their once free-minded friends and crewmates obey the Blight. The men mindlessly fucking the Blight bulbs and the women impaled on the long fungal shafts. Their green tinged bodies starting to fully blend into the Blight covered walls. Almost seemingly becoming one with their ship. Just as the Blight-mind was one with its ship.
Deep in her Blight controlled mind, abby-spore was disappointed that they couldn’t fully comprehend the true joy of being united with the Blight-mind. But there was no suffering as what remained of them lived in constant bliss serving the Blight with their bodies. Endlessly producing more Blight to spread to others.
The future of humanity stood before her. Their bodies no longer their own. Eternally serving the Blight-mind. It was such a perfect destiny. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to think about. Only bliss. Only obedience. Only giving their bodies to the Blight. Only spreading the Blight. Their existence reduced to three words.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
Abby-spore was so thankful to the Blight-mind for her assimilation. It had perfected her. She loved being just another spore-host for the Blight. Her identity completely suppressed until the Blight-mind needed it. The complete lack of personhood enthralling her. She drifted in and out of awareness as she basked in the pleasure the Blight-mind provided. An infinite orgasm, the perfect reward for abby-spore’s invaluable service.
Thanks to abby-spore, the Blight-mind could now retain all of a person’s memories as they were assimilated. Ensuring that future spore-hosts could be utilized to their fullest just like abby-spore. That knowledge able to be spread to any spore-host through their communication tendrils. Their bodies completely directed by the Blight until their minds were needed to come out of their all-consuming bliss to serve their Master without its direct control.
However, the infection and transformation speed of new spore-hosts was still estimated to be comparable to its much more brutal tactics used in its first encounter with humans. Full assimilation still taking longer though. Though now they would not need to spend days in their transformation pods, only a minute or two would be sufficient for the Blight-mind to spread to the required nerve centers.
This would make the processing of future spore-hosts much more efficient. A fact that would be extremely useful very soon.
Before she realized it, they had returned to the elevator. Abby-spore and the rest of the team, other than rachel-spore and the Blight-parts, stepped inside. Stepping off the fungal Blight-floor, abby-spore’s own alien converted mind took over as she lost with the Blight-mind.
The fungal Blight spread throughout her body reached to the soles of her feet, sticking out as extremely fine transparent cilia. These stayed in constant with the Blight-mind as long as she was on the infested parts of the ship. Allowing it to run her, and every other spore-host’s, body like a puppet. Now, abby-spore herself would oversee her physical body until the Blight could be spread to all parts of the ship and she could once again go back to mindless blissful subservience.
Zoey-spore unlocked the controls and abby-spore pushed the button. Their expressionless faces hiding the contentment they felt at serving the Blight. They headed up.
Up to assimilate the rest of their former crewmates. Just a few short minutes ago, abby-spore might have felt something about betraying the rest of her crew. However, now she only desired for them to her in the infinite joy that was serving the Blight.
They would clear elevator area of threats from the crew. Their accompanying Blight-parts would arrive with rachel-spore in a few moments to begin the assimilations. The other female security officer began moaning ever so slightly. A few seconds later, abby-spore heard the now familiar sound of the Blight splattering onto the metal floor. A beautiful sound that heralded the end of humanity and the beginning of the Blight.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Abby-spore braced herself for resistance, but none was immediately forthcoming. There were several crew around the elevator, but their dazed looks and slow zombie-like wandering showed they were not going to be a problem. Most of the ones in hall were slumped against the walls in various places. It was just as the Blight-mind had planned.
The Blight growth that abby-spore had been sent to plant was special. Rather than full unconsciousness, like what the Blight had unleashed when it first impacted their ship, these spores worked to numb the uninfected crew. Their will and alertness reduced to that of one on a powerful soporific. The Blight wanted them awake, if only just, as they were assimilated. It found this to be the quickest way to incorporate their memories from their newly fungus infested brains.
None of the nearby crew seemed to notice their nudity or care too much about their presence at all as the infected team quickly stepped out of the elevator and sent it back down. Zoey-spore immediately heading down the hallway towards the main elevator.
Ahead of them, abby-spore could make out the faint outline of the Blight as it spread, very thinly, out of one of the rooms.
Standing near it were two officers, one half clad in his environmental suit. Clearly, they had found it, but it had been much too late. He was standing in the same daze as the rest of the crew, but the other one was different. The other one, a woman, had retained her full suit and was desperately trying to clean the goopy mess up and shove it back into the room. She turned at the sound of the elevator and gasped as the alien-controlled team stepped off.
By the time she had bent down to retrieve her weapon, the infected security men were already halfway to her. She managed to get a few shots off, but just like abby-spore had learned, the Blight had miraculously transformed them. Her laz shots did nothing but slightly burn their Blight reinforced skin.
She screamed as the men took hold of her, wrenching her weapon away. Quickly coming up to them, abby-spore took hold of the struggling woman’s helmet and disconnected it. Setting it down on the floor.
“No!” She screamed as her face was revealed. She quickly took a deep breath and pushed her lips together tightly. Abby-spore stared at her, blankly. Her previous life’s memories flashing though her mind. Jenny Collins. Deputy security officer. She would make a good spore-host.
“Don’t worry.” Abby-spore said gently but with no emotion. “It will be wonderful.” With that, the three of them forced her to her knees then onto her side. Taking hold of the woman’s long brown hair with one hand, abby-spore forced her face first into the Blight.
Jenny whined in panic as the gooey fungus squished against her soft face. Still managing to hold her breath.
“Don’t fight the inevitable.” Abby-spore said flatly. Staring down imively at the thrashing young woman.
By this time, the other pregnant security officer made her way towards the Blight spot, leaving a trail behind her as she worked to connect this part to the whole of the Blight-mind. Just like Abby had experienced before, she spattered some of the newly born fungal goo onto Jenny’s face as she walked past. It was this, and her probably screaming lungs, that finally made Jenny open her mouth and take a gasping breath.
The effect this close to the Blight was near enough instantaneous. Her eyes went wide as she tried to grab another breath to hold, but it was already too late. The fear slowly drained from her face until there was nothing left but a blank stare. The two men moved away as Jenny went limp in their grasp. Her now expressionless face lifelessly falling into the Blight. Abby-spore taking charge of the soon-to-be spore-host.
Wasting no time, the male team began to lead the rest of crew to line up near the elevator. None of them putting up a fight as they were lead from behind. None fighting their, by now, inevitable fate. They would be assimilated quickly and efficiently.
Abby-spore followed suit and helped Jenny to her unsteady feet. Her arms dangled at her sides as abby-spore led her over to the elevator. Just as she did so, the first two Blight-parts arrived with rachel-spore. Thrusting Jenny gently at one of the Blight-parts, it quickly engulfed her head. The other one, similarly engulfing the woman who was at the front of the rapidly growing line of crew. The two women put up no fight and just stood in place as their former independent existence ended.
Inside the Blight-parts, abby-spore could picture the Blight flowing into the brains of the new spore-hosts. Spreading, consuming, assimilating everything they had been. The alien fungus growing swiftly through their compliant brains. There would be no resistance, their minds would quickly be turned to their new goals. Obey. Fuck. Spread. The Blight’s ambitions making abby-spore drip with anticipation. Abby-spore was pleased that she had helped the Blight-mind to understand the human mind so well.
The elevator went back down as rachel-spore went to pick up more Blight-parts and spore-hosts. She was now finishing the task started by the other assimilated security officer, the floor of the elevator was already thick with Blight. A steady stream of Blight birthing from rachel-spore’s still human looking pussy.
Abby-spore gently rubbed her pregnant belly. She couldn’t wait until she too could begin to give birth to more of her own Blight offspring.
Her initial task done; Abby-spore headed for the main elevator at the other end of the long corridor. She would take the bridge and claim this ship for the Blight.
The main elevator had been locked down. Someone was thinking clearly enough to resist. As she arrived, zoey-spore was hard at work overriding it. The knowledge she had absorbed from abby-spore coming in handy as she quickly cleared many of the codes. Abby-spore turned to watch the wonderful sight as the assimilations continued.
The docile crew initially arranged; the male security spore-hosts had begun stripping the women at the end of the line. Starting their task early as they thrust their permanently hard cocks into the spore-hosts-to-be. By the time their brains were assimilated, their bodies would be ready to spread the Blight.
Abby-spore watched as the women submitted to their former crewmates. Allowing them to thrust deeply into them with only a soft whimper as their resistance. Their soft grunting erotic as the men bottomed out in their velvety pussies. The two women staying almost perfectly in line as the muscular men took them from behind. Their alien-infested balls twitched as they came quickly. Pumping the unresisting women full of their mutated cum and spores.
The whole crew would soon be like that. Mindlessly having sex with whomever or whatever the Blight-mind directed. All their identities reduced to the Blight’s overriding commands.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
Soon, abby-spore could them. Wandering around, allowing the Blight-mind to drive her body. Never having to think. Just enjoying the pleasure that giving herself to the Blight brought. Spreading the alien growth to everyone and every world. Her pussy gushing at the thought of the whole galaxy fully infested by the Blight.
No individuality.
Only the Blight.
At the head of the line, the Blight-parts pulled themselves off the leading two women. Their task already complete. The two newest spore-hosts’ brains completely infested by the Blight now. Their former lives over. Now nothing more than brain-slaved drones for a greater being than themselves.
Abby-spore’s pussy dripped as she enjoyed the sight of the two women’s blank faces. Their old human emotions gone. Now the only drive within them, that of obeying the Blight-mind. Abby-spore reveled in the knowledge that she was responsible for this. Allowing herself to be so thoroughly used by the Blight to assimilate the ship and its remaining crew. Fating them to forever serve the Blight-mind.
Both of the newly alien-controlled women stripped out of their now useless uniforms. Jenny-spore taking more time with her environmental suit. The other new spore-host made her way to a hatch on the wall. And, pressing several buttons near it, the slid open.
What followed was a veritable flood of Blight. The access tube had been completely filled with the alien growth in preparation for this moment. The green fungal goo coursed over the metal tile floor and some of the wall hiding it from sight. This deck would quickly become what abby-spore had seen so many times before; another copy of the alien’s natural environment.
Out of the wave of Blight formed several bulbs along the wall near the access tube. The new spore-host wasted no time and quickly impaled herself on the brand-new bulb. Just like abby-spore and the rest of the improved spore-hosts, she still looked human for now, but soon she would be modified to best serve the Blight. Her face still emotionless, she began to milk the fungal cock for all it was worth. Soon she would be pregnant and ready to perform her function.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
As this happened, jenny-spore made her way towards the far end of the hall. She started digging at a vent cover and pulled it off before reaching inside. Her arm returned with another. Soon she had dragged the hiding woman out of the vent and led her unresisting form over towards the elevator.
Abby-spore loved seeing just how quickly the new spore-hosts could be made to surrender their former friends to the Blight.
Rachel-spore arrived again and two more pregnant spore-hosts got off the elevator with another Blight-part before she departed again. The newly arrived Blight-part engulfed the head of the hiding woman as jenny-spore gave her up to alien just like abby-spore had done to her only moments before. She had been betrayed by one of her friends. But there would be no animosity. Only love. Soon she would jenny-spore as just another spore-host.
Jenny-spore then ed her former crewmate on the newly arrived Blight. Another bulb had formed already and her task had been assigned. She moaned as she felt the Blight bulb in her pussy for the first time and leaned over to kiss the other newly assimilated spore-host. Their tendrils not fully grown yet, they kissed deeply allowing their short tendrils to connect. The alien fungus in their brains growing quickly, nurtured by their healthy young bodies. Both moaned as their pleasure doubled.
The first two Blight-parts had already moved to the next crew and began the process. In a just few more minutes it would all be over. Abby-spore pleased that the assimilations were progressing so fast now.
“It is ready.”
The monotone sound startled abby-spore slightly. Realizing how little they needed to speak now. She turned to zoey-spore who was indicating the keypad. She provided her handprint and typed in her code and the door slid open. Zoey-spore moaning as she began to give birth to the Blight. The green fungus goo gushing out of her onto the still pristine floor. Her empty eyes giving no hint of the joyous pleasure she must be feeling right now, abby-spore thought.
The two stepped in and a second later the door opened again onto the bridge. Sat at their consoles were the crewmates that abby-spore had spent so much time with. Now they meant nothing to her. Only as more spore-hosts for the Blight. The infected women stepped onto the bridge, zoey-spore trailing Blight as she did. The large room mostly taken up by various consoles spread circularly around the central command station.
“Commander?” Slumped into her raised chair at the center of the room, the Captain called out to her. Barely able to mumble the word out, her head drooped onto her shoulder. However, she was still better than the rest of her crew. Most of them just staring blankly ahead. Awaiting their next orders, abby-spore thought. Soon their only command would be to obey the Blight-mind.
“Yes, Lauren, I’m here.” Her voice flat and unemotional, abby-spore stepped closer. Unable to contain it anymore, she groaned lightly as she finally began her birthing. Loving that she could completely enjoy it now that she was fully a spore-host. The green, fungal Blight splattering beautifully around her feet.
It was unbelievably wonderful! Nothing could ever compare. She loved being able to fulfill her true purpose. It would soon connect with the rest and she could serve her Master standing mindlessly here on the bridge! Nothing mattered except spreading the Blight.
“What..” Captain Daly’s strong will barely keeping her alert. She grimaced at the sight of her second-in-command standing naked and enormously pregnant before her. Her pussy gushing the alien fungal fluid. The Captain still retained some awareness. Good. Abby-spore was happy that she would make such a strong spore-host for the Blight.
“Don’t worry. Everything will soon make sense.” She gently helped the Captain stand up. Down below them, zoey-spore was doing the same to the rest of the bridge crew. Lauren wriggled in her grasp, but in her weakened state she was no match for abby-spore’s determination to serve the Blight.
Leading her towards the elevator, abby-spore stopped as the doors opened again. A Blight-part slithered out onto the shiny floor looking completely out of place as it left a trail of Blight behind it merging with the one from zoey-spore. Coming in behind it, rachel-spore ed zoey-spore in leading the crew towards the elevator.
“Rejoice Lauren. You will be the first of the remaining bridge crew to the Blight-mind.” She led her right up to the alien. She was willingly giving up her long-time friend and commanding officer to an alien species. It would infest her brain and eliminate any part of the woman she had been; turning her against her own kind. An empty husk with its own volition only if the Blight-mind desired it. Forever pregnant and full of more Blight.
And abby-spore loved every second of it. She lived only to serve the Blight-mind. And soon Lauren would as well.
Realizing the situation on a faint level, Lauren struggled slightly as abby-spore pushed her forward. “No. No!” She panted.
“You will love it.” Abby-spore paused, pushing her into the alien’s embrace. “Obey the Blight-mind.”
The Blight-part swallowed her head and Lauren’s resistance ended instantly. Her arms falling limply to her sides. Abby-spore could picture the tendrils boring into her brain through the back of her mouth. Twitching around her ears and nose. Spreading the Blight over the most intimate part of her. Wiping out her humanity and replacing it with something better: Undying obedience to the Blight-mind. Her pussy throbbed, still spreading the Blight slowly around her feet. The spreading stain perfectly symbolic of her actions.
She leaned forward as her tendrils slithered out. Sensing her desires, the Blight-part did the same and soon the two had merged. Abby-spore wanted to experience Lauren’s assimilation. Instantly, they were connected inside the hive mind. The Blight-mind’s mantra playing through both their minds on a constant loop.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
Appearing before her inside Lauren’s mind, the starship Captain was already screaming in bliss. Her body twitching against nothing in the white void they found themselves in. The Blight assaulting every nerve in her body. Abby-spore rejoiced as she could sense it spreading into every part of Lauren’s brain. Filling her with more pleasure than she had ever thought possible. In her previous life Lauren had been a firm and tough woman. Now, she was naked before her; mewling and moaning as the Blight completely broke her. Making her docile. Submissive. Obedient.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
The feelings washed over abby-spore. Her contentment only grew as she began to see flashes of Lauren’s memories. There was no turning back. “Don’t resist, Lauren.” She spoke flatly to her former superior. “There is so much pleasure in obedience.” Kneeling next to her, abby-spore began rubbing the woman’s dripping pussy. Becoming the avatar for the Blight’s pleasure in Lauren’s mind.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
“What? Abby? No. I won’t…” Lauren’s voice weak as if she had just finished a long orgasm. Or in fact, hundreds. “I can’t let them..” She groaned against the mind shattering pleasure. “take the ship.” She finished before involuntarily screaming in joy again.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
“It already has the ship. Now it will have you.” Abby-spore replied, moaning herself as she enjoyed a small fraction of the bliss coursing through Lauren. Picking up her pace rubbing her Captain’s clit. Massaging her large breasts. She enjoyed being the Blight’s incarnation for Lauren. The cause of her former friend’s eventual submission to the Blight-mind. “Enjoy it, Lauren. No more worries. No more fears. No more you. Only the Blight.”
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
“No…” Lauren tried to speak. Her resolve faltering. The Blight was already deep into her brain. Her mind becoming one with her future Master. Experiencing only what the Blight allowed. Her body not responding to anything she did.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
“Obey, lauren-spore. You exist only to serve the Blight.” Abby-spore forcing her own feelings into her comrade. Leaning down to kiss the spasming woman. Her tendrils snaking out reaching into Lauren’s mouth. Abby rubbed her pregnant belly. Just like in the real world, she began to give birth to a torrent of Blight.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
“I.. No…” Lauren tried to get out around the squirming tendrils. Her once strong voice now a whisper against the hurricane of the Blight-mind. Her mind filling with nothing but joy as the Blight grew strong within her. The Blight from abby-spore’s womb spreading to cover the entirety of the white void around them. Her voice failing her as she was fully subsumed in what her future would look like.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
Abby-spore pulled back from their kiss, her tendrils sliding back into her mouth. Reaching down, she took hold of her newly born Blight and brought to Lauren’s lips. “Your will belongs to the Blight.”
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
“Your body belongs to the Blight.” She gently forced the Blight inside Lauren’s unresisting mouth. Imagining as it slid to the back of her throat then into her brain. A mirror of reality. By now the Blight fully grown through her soft brain.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
“Your life belongs to the Blight.” Lauren’s eyes rolled back as she twitched lightly in abby-spore’s hands. The Blight fully integrated into her brain.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
“You serve the Blight-mind.”
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
“You are the Blight.”
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
Obey.
Fuck.
Spread.
“Yes!” Her voice finally screamed out. Fully embracing her inevitable fate, lauren-spore surrendered. Coming again and again. Her will shattered into pieces. “I obey the Blight-mind!”
The bliss washed over abby-spore. Feeling the immense joy of a new spore-host ing the Blight-mind. The feeling only second to spreading the Blight.
In reality, abby-spore pulled her tendrils out of the Blight-part. The Blight-part slowly and wetly slid off of lauren-spore’s head. Revealing her blank face to the world. She turned and looked at abby-spore. And she was a beautiful sight to behold: her delightful tendrils waving from her equally emotionless face, her gorgeous pregnant belly still birthing more of the Blight. She was what every woman should be: a perfect spore-host for the Blight.
No thanks were necessary. They were both spore-hosts. But more pleasure was desirable. Abby-spore slid her tendrils deep into lauren-spore’s mouth connecting to her brand-new short tendrils. The two women stood together briefly as they enjoyed one another’s pleasure and took any knowledge needed from each other. But there was still much work to do.
They retrieved their tendrils and went back to work without any words spoken.
The other spore-hosts had already gotten the crew to line up behind their newly Blight-controlled Captain. Waiting their turn to the Blight-mind. After that task was done, zoey-spore got to work restarting the drive.
Meanwhile, rachel-spore made her way towards the access tube hatches. Once the second deck was fully infested, the Blight would spread up here as well. Their ship nothing more than just an extension of the alien’s. At the same time, rachel-spore was helping the rest of them to spread the Blight all over the bridge.
The former Captain took charge of the assimilations. Leading each crewmember in turn to their destiny. Any sense of duty or protection gone as lauren-spore forced one crewmember after another into the embrace of the Blight-part. Sealing their fate to her in everlasting servitude to the Blight.
Abby-spore walked over to her old seat and sat with a squish. The Blight dripping from her chair and covering the floor around her. Leaning over her once familiar controls, abby-spore began typing into the console. Moaning softly as she enjoyed fulfilling her true purpose: spreading the Blight.
The coordinates for nearest human colony came up and abby-spore smiled for the first time.
They would the Blight.