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Officer Zero Case File #2: Chorus (story)
🕑 Added 2023-04-28 17:21:01 +0000 UTCStory below (and also attached in .doc form)
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An invasion!Not an invasion they'll see coming, but an invasion nonetheless. The plan is so perfect in design, its execution will be so simple... That's why it's guaranteedto work!
There are no almighty armadas, no fantastical portals or gates to other worlds. All it will take... is one... single... cell. A single cell arriving cocooned in an unassuming rock that splits apart in the atmosphere and breaks into a million pieces.
Only one piece arrives on the earth's surface: a piece of hardened, manufactured super-metal that is filled with the exact quantities of materials required to begin the invasion.
It scythes through the atmosphere, a ball no larger than a watermelon and harder than titanium. Loose rocks and ice burn away until only the perfect sphere remains and crashes into the ground.
Once the noise and the light has passed, the perfectly polished silver sphere lies slightly embedded in the pavement; it radiates the final afterglow of its violent entry into earth's atmosphere.
Its arrival has – according to plan – alerted some curious locals who now come running to inspect the tiny crater and the meteorite within.
“It landed here!” The closest of the inquisitive bunch most likely announces as it gestures towards its species-mates. The invader is in no condition to witness any of this, less still to understand complex human language... Not yetanyway.
Within the smooth orb, work is already underway: a jolt of energy sparks the single-celled microscopic entity at its core to life. Concentrated carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen and oxygen all begin to split, shedding molecules that the stirring progenitor catches and combines like a spider weaving her web.
Her microscopic shape is elegant, slender, colourless and snake-like. This, her basest form is fluid, able to shift like liquid by rearranging her particles to form limbs or fulfil specialised purposes.
She replicates not by cellular division, but by rapidly building new cells with the prehensile and powerful forms her cells can take, one step removed from the replication of a nanite. Breaking down everything she meets on a molecular level and turning its particles into more of herself, thisis what makes her the ultimateconqueror!
Her name is Chorus;the second cell, now fully constructed, is also to be called Chorus.They are separate and autonomous but they are both Chorus. Soon enough everything and everyone on this world will be like them and share that one perfect name with all it brings with it.
“What isthat?” Another example of the indigenous life enquires... presumably. Chorus doesn't know what they are saying, but she knowsit's always according to a very similar script. She is but a dozen cells spawning more of themselves at an ever increasing rate, she hasn't yet the mental capacity to understand, but it will come very soon indeed for she is growing at tremendous speed.
“Maybe a Meteor?” The more they puzzle over her nature the more they lose the valuable few seconds they have to stop the end of their world. That's how they'll see it at least...
Of coursethese native fauna have no way of understanding that she is here to liberate their atoms of such flawed forms and elevate this world as she has done for half a dozen more before it. They can't yet know what greatness they behold, but it won't matter anyway.
A hundred distinct and shapeshifting cells now... in three more seconds there are two hundred... soon she'll number enough to begin emerging from her incubator, very soon!
'Hmm...' The closest one considers, perhaps they willbe quick to react and will call authorities with a chance of stopping her before it's too late?
Chorus' mind is burgeoning, the nest of organic nanites now growing beyond the singular desire only to absorb and multiply. Her mind is simple still, but as if remembering a bygone life she develops something approximating a survival instinct and identifies that one as a threat.
“Woah! That is so cool!”Exclaims another human as it arrives on the scene. They're gathering, much like Chorus herself: gathering matter, gathering mass and gathering numbers!
“What is it doing?” Even in the dim evening light the change must be obvious: as her growth reaches the limits of the silver 'egg', white spots begin to appear on its surface which grow into bleached patches. It takes only a few seconds before a pure, gleaming white ball lies in front of the spectators' dumbfounded eyes.
The alien object may only measure one foot across but its mass is immense, packed out with tightly interwoven creatures of a single mind that invisibly writhe among themselves.
She could press on immediately to begin her conquest, in many ways it would be the bestplan but it just isn't her style. No, Chorus keeps herself busy right now – in her most basic form – experimenting with another part of her mortal being: her senses.
Conquering everything she experiences has a secondary benefit to it beyond the sense of accomplishment, namely that it means she never has to explain what such perfect self-love feels like or why it's sooverwhelming!
To a species-being, unique and self-completing, the drive towards narcissism is not only necessary but all-consuming! She loves herself in ways members of other species might fall in love with their mate andtheir family andtheir friends... all at once.
Now made of billions of distinct, living cells the once metallic orb seems to gently writhe as if its surface is a rippling liquid. Within that 'liquid' – gleaming like thick, milky latex – Chorus' cells engulf and penetrate themselves; they merge and divide, freely passing information and purpose as she shapes for herself a rudimentary sense of delight before beginning her world conquest.
She takes her time - four seconds to be exact – to explore everything she can experience with such a small sample size.
She quickly – and quite rightly – decides that this just isn't enough; she can't settle for billionsof delightful experiences when there's so much on (and in)this planet she can use to enjoy quintillionsof pleasures with herself and onlyherself!
She has no eyes, but through marvels of her unique, fluid physiology she sees and savours the shock on the faces of the native lifeforms as she rises against the tug of gravity, levitating before them.
Their body language seems to express concern, fear probably, but Chorus cares little for their worthless 'feelings.'
For a few nerve-wracking moments the pure, glossy white ball hovers a few feet in front of the nearest, “How is-” are the last words to escape the human's lips.
With the same seemingly impossible ignorance of physics, the hovering orb of Chorus cells surges forwards and collides with her first human victim's torso.
The other observers shriek and coil away as the alien entity embeds herself into the food human's body while spreading her matter like feelers over and through the body she is claiming.
They can't see from the behind the targetted woman's back, but it's all over before it has begun. Blood vessels become conduits, nerves are controlled and numbed as the woman merely stands there, staggering slightly as she is claimed.
The speed of the conquest is frightening, Chorus' matter breaking apart cells and DNA strands like she's dismantling Lego. In mere seconds her pure white substance wraps her victim entirely within her embrace while she invites herself into every dark extreme, replicating and conquering.
“My God!” Another exclaims as the woman he knows by name now stands fully made of rippling and glistening, living white latex. Of course he and his companions don't know her true name, not any more for what was once “Maria?” Is now only Chorus!
“~Hmhmhm...~ No!”She purrs in response, her natural control over this earthly language absorbed – alongside many other memories and pieces of trivia – during the swift conquering process.
She turns her neck all the way to the back, as flexible as a rubber-band. She shows the place where a face should be; instead there is just the smooth, unbroken perfection of pure, glistening rubber.
“I am Chorus...”They panic, backing further and further away as her upper torso fluidly follows the 180⁰ spin of her neck; her whole body seems to twist and invert to turn around in truly inhuman style as she moves towards the male speaker.
“And soon youwill be too!”She exclaims, her voice a burbling, smooth imitation of human speech. Finally they run, but Chorus isn't about to be so easily denied!
Almost as if it's as natural as walking, the shapely white entity partly turns into liquid and gas; the former swirls around her identified second victim while the latter gusts underneath him.
The swirling fluids wrap him up in a levitating tornado while the mist-like gas soaks into his skin, dissolving his clothing as easily as she dissolves his body. “NYAAAH! AAAAAGH!” He wails helplessly, flailing around as the creeping white consumes him in moments.
The pristine shimmering surface coats him entirely and begins to reform his body, twisting and rearranging him into a perfect duplicate at Chorus' originally claimed and more comfortable form.
As she reshapes herself, the excess matter that made up the first Chorus peels away, swelling out from her chest, a pair of aliens now looking each other in the non-existent eyes as the process swiftly completes.
“~Mmmmuhhh!~”The identical extraterrestrial twins moan as they peel apart just far enough to be distinct while embracing and taking stock of each other. To the fleeing humans they appear like two lovers in each-other's arms, but in reality they are one lover savouring herself and expressing her narcissism by creating and now groping her next self.
The scampering prey shout expletives to express their horror, seemingly in agreement that this is bad. Chorus nuzzles Chorus, her hands gropingly passing over every inch of herself as she all but melts against, then away from, her other self.
“Should I absorb two at once?” One of her asks herself non-rhetorically, ”I think I should!”The other responds to her other self's question as their bodies squeak and purl in contact with each-other.
“~Mmm~Well then... Afterme!” One raises a hand elegantly to offer the opportunity and her other self gladly accepts the offer. She leans just a little back and raises an arm towards the sprinting victims now getting a fair distance away.
Her hand vanishes, swallowed up by the liquid stream of her extending forearm. Her stream surges forwards at incredible speed towards the nearest human; almost instantly her hyper-speed spike strikes home with devastating effect!
Chorus' victim feels their legs go weak and looks down in disbelief at the white thing poking out of their chest. Surging, throbbing sensations follow as the pearly weapon swells into bulbous a tip that begins to grow.
The twin choruses are one continuous mass of two bodies like an impressionist sculpture of two bodies entwined and their closeness only grows as they surge all at once along the tracing beam of white mass into their victim.
As the invaders move their collective mass into their next plaything, the bulbous protrusion from the human's chest forms the head of one Chorus while the other version plumbs through her victim's body.
The emerging Chorus' head swims forwards through the air like a snake looking for more prey ahead. She only grows arms once she closes on the running man, snagging him by the back of the shoulders. “NYEAAARGH!” He wails in terror as her powerful grip holds him in place.
“Hi!”A bubbling voice purrs above him, causing an instinctive glance up; it's just what Chorus wants and she responds by headbutting her quarry.
Rather than shake his brains inside his head though, she chooses to stir them from within: She liquefies over his skull and plunges herself into every orifice and pore she can find!
Chorus slides around his eyeballs, gushes into his ear-canals and parts his lips to chug down his throat. Her pure white feelers wrap like fingers around his grey-matter and slowly close, smushing it into particles like it were a creamy sponge cake.
He begins to judder in response to his mind being sucked out by the alien head wrapped tightly around his own. She enjoys her victim's head as if she's sucking a lollipop, but already the whole of this Chorus is upon him, perched on his back as she absorbs him head-first!
As the other iteration of the alien invader finishes adding a third to their ranks the collective singular consciousness notices how some of the fleeing herd have stopped running. Whether through exhaustion, surrender or morbid curiosity they watch how their friend is being absorbed by the mystifying extraterrestrial.
The snow-white entity perched on his back finishes swallowing up his cranial mass and climbs further up his back, lifting and curving her upper torso to where his head used to be.
She pushes her own, perfectly smooth and serene skull down into his chest cavity, climbing inside him as she pushes his arms down by his sides and absorbs everything en-route.
Thin, twirling tendrils wrap him tightly, keeping him nice and secure as the lily-white invader consumes him like the victorious predator she is, crawling into the increasingly hollowed out remains of her latest snack!
As the luscious white fluid of Chorus' matter consumes and covers more, the attacker seems to all-but disappear within the now shape-shifting victim male. He too gains the blueprint of the “Chorus shape” as he becomes another of her, the now rampantalien Domina!
With the attentions of a few humans snagged by the artful and sadistic absorption of their friend, the other two members of Chorus sweep by them to take out the few still desperately running for their lives. After all, those willingto let it happen can be saved for later... and savoured!
The spectators witness the last traces of the man they once knew swell into the larger proportions of Chorus' womanly form only with wiggling feet where a head should be since his was swallowed whole.
Finished with the absorption process those feet merge together and plump out with a satisfying *POP* sound to form that featureless, glossy white head of the invader.
The newly solidified head of the tall, voluptuous alien slowly glances across her witnesses then tilts to one side. Chorus steps forwards and also doesn't. One of her does, while a second - having just eaten the striding clone into existence - stays stood still, radiant in her presence.
It's an act that makes even the horrified witnesses gasp in amazement, as if this second otherworldly being has just stepped out of a portal or materialised from her other body's skin.
The dumbfounded people have just seen a human being get absorbed in the way a person normally only climbs into a sleeping bag; they know wherethis second Chorus has come from, but the supernatural nature of her spawning causes deep, unspeakable horror to the witnesses.
“Are you entertained?” This latest alien asks, stepping up to another man and looking down on him with her featureless visage. His neck cranes to look up at her, but he hasn't the words to even respond. “I am!”She concludes, thrusting out a hand to grab the back of his head a moment later “-and that's allthat matters!”
Her bosom splodges around his head as she pulls it between her boobs and tenses them together; white liquid splashes out and snags the offering, pulling him in to form a tight cleavage bridge with him inside.
“You all do right to savour what you see!” Chorus exclaims, raising her 'face' to look at the two stood watching; her arms drop to her side as with a wet, slurping sound her tits begin sucking her flailing victim into her chest, gobbling him up despite his futile efforts.
“You will allbe a part of this beautiful singularity soon enough!” She continues, raising a hand and forming the head of her newest self in her palm.
“I'll give you the gift...”She brings the face of the other to her own and creates lips from her faceless form to passionately kiss her new self. “-of joining the Chorus!”
The rest of her current victim is passionately supped up with surges of alien strength, each bringing a throb from her entire body as if she is taking unspeakable ecstasy from filling herself with human. It seems that way because – for Chorus - it's every bitas good as that!
From the head in her own hand, Chorus forms a new neck, then a torso and over only a few seconds forms a new body clinging to the clone she is making out with.
With legs wrapped around her other form, they grind against each other while the distracted voyeurs are taken from behind by members of the swiftly growing army of aliens with a single name.
'~UGH!~'The newest Chorus moans, humping the Chorus she is perched on “Yessss!”She hisses in delight, leaning back while continuing to slide her hips against herself. The mounted Chorus looks back at her other conquests-in-progress with an inverted view and dictates further on their fate:
“You lucky, luckythings you...” She purrs, while living latex invades, conquers and absorbs those she sees. “You get to be amongst the first of many to enjoy having your patheticmortal bodies disintegratedto further my perfection!”
“~UUUHH!~”The Chorus holding the gloating specimen aloft moans aloud as she and her partner experience what these humans call 'orgasm'. Their sudden and deep sensation surges outwards in a ripple of ecstasy.
The pleasure spreads through the hive-mind and causes a reaction in even those busy eating people in flamboyant and sensually fulfilling ways.
Their visible surfaces ripple like liquid even as they use their malleable, almost impossible biology to swallow people and parts of people as they see fit.
“~Oooh!~”Chorus says in response, she isn't even picky which of herselves says it, she just wants to get the feeling out in a words. “Well that isa... pleasantsurprise!” She exclaims; delighted with this lovely surprise!
“I don't have any memory of such an experience, such a sudden and pleasurable release!”She ponders out loud, the now ten-strong squad of aliens finishing what they're doing and closing ranks to discuss.
“I have only absorbed one fullysentient species before...” She considers “My own.” She confirms with another body “This body isdecidedly alien to me-” Another mulls “-it can't be a surprise that they may have evolved something useful for me to claim, then.” Chorus concludes.
“And I allfelt it.” She forms a sentence that only makes sense for her, a being with ten identical bodies. “That makes the plan simple, then...” She adjusts her plan accordingly, “Make this entire planet into more of meand 'fuck' myself on a planetary scale!” “Yes, it wasenjoyable!” “Enjoyable enoughthat I'm willing to use the absorption of this planet to explore the potential of this 'sex' thing!” “That sounds like fun!”
Collectively they nod and from the closed circle of taut, shapely white rubber she turns in ten different directions in unison. “One fully absorbed planet coming right up!”
'Infection' is not a word Chorus has ever used to refer to herself and she isn't about to start now. Nonetheless, the rapid spread of her irresistible blueprint through the helpless, unrefined people of earth is similar to one in many ways:
She has only taken an hour to go from a single cell crashing to earth all the way to creating 10'000 fully sentient, humanoid versions of herself; even sheknows any other seeing this might think of her as a pathogen. Normally that isn't a problem, but this world just happens to have an anti-body... of sorts.
The 'anti-body' in question smiles as she travels, smiles because she is enjoying the kind of luxury few others could even dream of. She has a job to do, sure...but that doesn't mean she has to leave her army of doting, rubber-clad slaves behind!
Generally speaking, travelling in a hypersonic marvel of future technology should be expected to bring some safety considerations... Not for her, not for the truly mind-blowing luxury and technology she enjoys almost singular access to!
“Somebody-”She begins a sentence with a threatening timbre to her voice, “-isn't massaging my body like it's the most importantthing they'll ever ~doOOoo!~” She half-means to sing the final word, but the response she receives in re-doubled effort helps in calming the sadistic queen in crimson.
“~Theeerrrre...~”The earthly envoy of a power beyond words growls in delight, nowall twenty sets of hands and bodies pressed against her are doing their job... Their simple, but strenuous job: give their owner pure, unfaltering tactile pleasure!
“~Mistress, we'll be arriving in three minutes.~” A voice gently swoons into the main fuselage of the aircraft, swoons so as to not overly disturb the only important passenger. That passenger sighs gently, nearing disappointment that she soon has to leave the lap of luxury for a few decisive minutes.
“What a pity...” The purrs, rubbing her latex gloved hand over the smothered head of a male slave she's using as an arm-rest, “I think I may have trained you all too well...”She ponders, “-hah!What am I thinking?!” She concludes.
“You're my works of art,my nameless slave army!” She relaxes again, stretching a little as she lies back deeper into her bed made of totally enclosed human figures dedicated to her pleasure. “Carry on, slaves!” She demands, “I want to feel my best when welcoming our visitor!” She grins, confident that this is going to be fun!
As he strides into the elevator from the comfort of the penthouse hallway, an ill-prepared human male doesn't think to look over his shoulder; why would he? This floor has one apartment and his wife owns it. While she's away on business, it might as well belongto him!
Yet, as the trophy husband hits the button for the ground floor, he is far from alone on the top floor; the elevator chimes musically and the well dressed man slowly turns to face the closing doors.
Through the narrowing gap, he sees her and gasps; cultured human instinct kicks in and he turns back to the controls trying to find the button to hold the doors.
As his finger hovers, his thoughts turn to what he thinks he just saw: a pure white figure? In the penthouse while nobody else is home? He realises that can't be right, but it's too late anyway as the elevator hums to life and begins its descent.
He stands and mulls over it, the chilling sensation brought about by that ghostly figure eating away at him “What did I just see?”He finally blurts out, “It can'thave been-” he stops as something wet lands on his shoulder, drawing his attention. “Huh!?”
He reaches up, fingers finding a slick, milky substance that clings to his fingers. “Ewwww!”He responds and does the natural thing: he looks up. “Whaton earth?!” He exclaims, the same white goo oozing, almost dripping through the edges of the emergency hatch.
The hatch suddenly jolts with a loud creak, buckling towards him as if something heavy is on top of it; the man in the now mid-journey elevator falls onto his rear in shock and a moment later the hatch explodes open.
“Who, notwhat, human!” A large-framed, voluptuous alien figure shouts in response as she surges into the descending box, liquid feelers unspooling all around the elevator as she drops head-first and lands atop him.
“The name's Chorus!”She purrs as she pins him down, the kept man screaming and writhing as her body oozes down over him like she's drizzling him in syrup “My name... and yours!”
Chorus feels his body beneath her as his clothing melts away like rice-paper; she enjoys his full-bodied presence just for a few moments as she winds her matter around every inch of him, tightly enclosing her prey and pinning his body beneath her own.
“~Mmmm~”She moans gently as her glistening texture crawls up his chin and through his hair, swiftly breaking down the latter to smother his skull tightly like her own. “I lovebeing me and soon you will too!” She instructs him almost playfully as his features vanish into the cream topping.
Chorus looks through the back of her head at the floor counter on the elevator, a long way still to go so she takes it slow. Already her matter is deep, deep inside every possible cavity of this already conquered quarry, but other things she has freedom to play with.
Her hands pass over the smothered body below her as his pecs swell up and out into a carbon copy of Chorus' own voluptuous tits. Meanwhile, between her shapely thighs, she floods her matter inside blood-vessels and makes a big, welcome extension that she keeps even as she finds herself face-to-face with another clone.
“Hi.” The new Chorus purrs softly.
“Hi.” Her conqueror responds smoothly.
“Left me a little something extradid you?” She doesn't even need to ask, nor answer; this close they are of one mind and one intent... an intent that soon sends clanging sounds up and down the elevator shaft.
On the ground floor, a panicking receptionist approaches the elevator cautiously as she hears the loud clanging coming from further up the shaft; “Oh no...They got in through the windowmaybe?!” She ponders as she looks to the floor counter and sees the reality of the elevator coming down.
She eyes up the metal doors cautiously and looks back to the shutters over the front door, double checking that they remain locked. She's in a nightmare and this feels like the moment it comes to a close.
The elevator pings to signal its arrival and a strangely hollow, almost haunting cry erupts from behind the doors. That's not what makes her jump though, it's the echoing cries of euphoria from the streets outside that make her skin crawlin strangely aroused fright!
The doors swing open and while the receptionist had no real plan for defending herself, she at least expected she might have a chance... instead a floor of liquid white rubber erupts forth like a tidal wave that consumes her.
The pouring, thick white latex milk washes around the walls and ripples across the floor like a storm surge that slowly peters out and flattens into a rippling, gently moaning pool. Not a lump in sight and definitely nowhere a body might be floating.
The pool makes like the tide going out and retraces her steps; as if time is reversing the fluid un-gushes towards the shuttered front doors of the reception.
Like hands being pushed up under a bedsheet, three lumps grow in the seamless white mass as if the Choruses making up the tidal wave are standing up beneath the surface.
Within seconds the wide, rippling pool has reformed into three shapely, perfectly hewn women made of white rubber who look at each-other lustfully.
“Care to do the honours, Chorus?” One asks to another, it doesn't matter which as each of them is a mix of materials liberated from three different humans.
“It would be my pleasure, Chorus!” She responds to her other self and hits the button to open the shutters. With a screeching of unoiled metal, the shutters guarding the luxury apartment block's entrance slowly open while the three Choruses gather together to explore each other.
While the discovery of pleasure from sex has been an eureka moment for her, all she craves right now is the every-day, every-momentsensory feedback of touching other herselves.
Through the opening she sees the waiting Choruses on the other side and behind them the panic and chaos on the streets of this city on an alien world. As the shutters continue up, one Chorus approaches the glass doors and presses herself against it.
On the other side, one of the two-dozen invaders - lining up to feast on the apartment block - does the same. Like mirror-images of each-other they squirm across the glass as if touching each-other; because it seems like a good idea, that's what they do: glass melts, more mass is absorbed and the two come together into one, larger Chorus.
“Alright, Chorus...” The larger alien addresses herselves as the shutter finally clicks away; the big Chorus grabs the door handle and gently pushes it open, “-help yourself to the free real-estate!” She exclaims and like a gust of rainy wind, a torrent of living rubber surges past the monolithic example!
“Hmm?” The special Chorus ponders something she senses through the ever-growing network, something happening near what can best be described as the city limits.She chooses to explore using this specialised body, pumped full of more muscle and power than the regular model.
She squats down, half smudging into a blob and pounces with all that extra mass and power, swiftly forming into a streamlined, slithering form that covers the ground in no time!
Passing through the ever-expanding network of linked minds is a thrilling experience; as she approaches another Chorus, this special example feels and hears their mind, syncing up to become one as they touch and slowly peeling undone as they move apart.
She has to cover miles... Miles and miles, but she covers it as swiftly as any motor-car could. As the lights of the city grow fainter and fewer, she feels for her vanguard in the vicinity.
They are few, but with the conquest of this city well underway, she is still here in numbers! Chorus' collective mind chooses to approach this anomaly with caution; perhaps this red glow seen through the trees of the darkened forest is some kind of weapon!
A dozen Choruses have gathered, each tentatively approaching the strange and ominous crimson glow in amongst the alien flora.
Suddenly and without warning, Chorus evaporates with a soul-crushing scream. It's just one example, but the psychological repercussions echo outwards like a wave of spikes into the minds of those closest.
They writhe and scream at the very real, very physical sense of loss; soon enough though, the larger and more combat-ready version regains her senses. She sees the one responsible stood where the lost Chorus once was: a human woman, tall, light-skinned and dressed in a form-fitting red suit that glints and shines in what little light is available.
“Hi!”She smiles wickedly, “Seems like that hurt...” Her playful, almost disrespectful attitude shocks Chorus, but more than that it riles her up!
“Oops!”The human in red feigns empathy. She is heavily accented, clearly not a native speaker of this language, but her infuriating words make some amount of sense.
“It did...But it won't happen again!”Chorus exclaims and dives forwards, multiple nearby examples charging at the assailant en-masse. Solid and liquid flies and splashes forwards, the lily-white alien material coming at her from every angle and at mind-blowing speeds, but she doesn't even flinch.
“It will-”The confident woman casually responds and fires pin-point accurate lances of red rubber out in every direction; those standing back shriek and writhe in agony as a dozen examples turn to dust on contact with those deadly weapons! “-with an attitude like that!”
She lets two or three through, their collective mind reeling with the agony imposed upon them, but they're too close to back off now! Transforming from charging, fluid humanoid forms into pure liquid and gas, the three circle her as if avoiding contact.
“GYAAAAGH!”The biggest, strongest example cries out, digging her fingertips into her gloopy head as if she wants to tear into her own mind. She feels the agony of her other forms as the woman in red scoffs at the circling patterns and simply sucks the flanking Choruses in to her skin where they vaporize on contact!
“Are you quite finished?” The crimson troublemaker asks, slouching to one side in provocative fashion. “Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you.” She smiles as if to say that if she was, she could do so with absolute ease.
“Then... ~NGH!~Why areyou here?” Chorus asks, still straining against the pain she feels from her other forms being so effortlessly defeated. One by one the ever-growing crowd of pure white aliens regain their composure, their heads turning to follow the woman in red as she approaches the big Chorus.
“To set some boundaries,let's say!” Her smile is truly wicked, intimidating and oozing with deserved self-confidence. “Fact is I think you're interesting...” She walks right up to the big one and raises a red gloved hand towards her.
Chorus can't help but flinch and shy away; “And kinda hot...”She purrs and reaches out anyway, laying her rubber-caked fingers onto the alien's sizeable assets. She paces around the big Chorus, feeling the tension in her as more and more of these faceless figures give her their attention.
“Hot...?”Chorus asks, she understands this human tongue they speak, but the accent and possible mistranslation confuses her until the woman leans over her shoulder from behind as she lets her hands wander.
“Sorry, not my first language... You're sexy,I like you on a libidinous level... How else do I put this...?” She ponders, wondering how well this extra-terrestrial understands human meaning.
“You refer to orgasm?” She asks bluntly, stopping the woman in red from moving for a split-second. The big Chorus turns through herself in a uniquely liquid motion: front becomes back and back becomes front with a slosh of her creamy substance.
“Heh!”The human shakes off her look of confusion to laugh lightly. “Sounds like I need to establish more than one kindof boundary!” She reasons, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
“You have yet to explainthese... boundariesthat you propose.” Chorus responds coldly; despite her bravado, she is intimidated by this creature. Never before has she met someone who is her equal, never mind one who can so easily best her!
“Propose?!”The woman exclaims as she turns to walk away, “I'm not proposinganything!” She insists as she looks out over the assembled, very impressive army of duplicates with no small measure of admiration.
“I am establishing thisline-” She looks down to the ground and searing bolts of red light leap from her eyes into the soil. Choruses all around leap back and recoil in fright at what her swift blast causes “-as saidboundary!”
It's like the earth itself is cracking open as red light scythes along the floor, a line literallybeing drawn in the sand. A wall of crimson energy rises up from the fractured earth, arcing up above the city and soon connecting into a dome as the line circles the city.
“You ever set foot outside of this wall-” She looks back over her shoulder and a dozen Choruses burst into particles. “And that happens!” An unholy choir of shrieks echo across the city as all around the outskirts hundreds of Choruses perish instantaneously, their losses felt far and wide.
Only one white figure remains standing outside of the 'wall', a single one that has been spared, though she stands frozen for fear of reprisal. “Except for you...”
The beautiful, fair-skinned threat smiles almost warmly at the one she's spared; she walks harmlessly through the energy wall to meet the survivor and lays her hands over Chorus' shoulders.
“I'll explain everything, but suffice to say that youget to go on an adventure for your whole kind!”She explains. “The rest of you may be staying here- ohand you can do whatever you like to Stuttgart, that's yoursnow!” She offers the small crumb of the city trapped within the dome, a prize all but won by Chorus already!
“You have some kind of plan for me!” Chorus growls, clenching her fists into balls so tight they become like spiked maces. “Just who are you?!” She demands, shaking off the woman's gropey hands.
“Yes, I do. And you can call me Mistress Lesion!” As she announces her name, spoken in a foreign tongue but understood well, she grins and her eyes burn with excited delight. “Now run along,little scout... Go-go!”
She pushes the sole Chorus outside the wall and gestures for her to move along. “And no duplicatinguntil you get to New North City... I'm sure you can find it on a map!” She winks playfully and watches the solo Chorus run, cut off from the sensation of her other selves like an outcast.
“As for the restof you...” 'Mistress Lesion'says to those still watching her from within her wall. “How about we get to know each other a little better?” She smirks, fluttering her eyelashes sensually as she wanders back into the Stuttgart dome.
“Is that a threator an offer?”Chorus responds, each word from a separate figure, but spoken as a complete sentence. Lesion stops, legs parted, hands on hips and puffs out her chest.
“An offer. A little hospitality, you could call it!” She puckers her lips, “You've got an idea about sex, you've got a little experience and you're also curious!”It clearly is an offer.
“You really cando whatever you want to this city, by the way! I'm happy for you to thrive until she gets here...” The woman in red refers to a mystery individual, “She'll want to see you for herself!”
“You will teach us your ways...?” Chorus asks as the rather ominously named human strides through the crowd.
“But of course...though given what I knowyou can do, I'm expecting big things!”She grins excitedly, raises her hands and gestures the crowd towards her. “Let's go, my liquid latex lovelies!Time to show you what a realwoman can do!”
The crowd closes in, tendrils and gaseous forms swirling amongst the solid figures of Chorus; they eye up the woman in red, unsure of quite what she will do, but content with their survival and the promise of new sensations.
“This is the place.” Chorus concludes as her liquid form reaches the lip of a roof and reforms into her shapely, yet hauntingly featureless form. “New North City!” She exclaims with excitement.
“Finally! Once again it's time...” Chorus comes as close as she ever does to smiling, her body creaking excitedly as her trillions of individually-minded cells excitedly gyrate within her. “It's goodto be home!”
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