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Mama Has Changed (Dagger Stiletto & Kolath)

Dagger Stiletto

Dagger Stiletto

Super-Earth
Joined
Apr 17, 2013
The air on the new planet Fyron had finally leveled out to the oxygen quality equal to that on the Earth. Jena could finally walk outside without the respirator, as long as she stayed within the boundaries marked with orange spray. The areas outside of the spray were still radioactive and needed treatment, and then seeded with vegetation designed to soak up contaminants and convert it to environmentally safe components--vitamins, minerals, and the like.

Jena glanced back at the large facility behind her that her late husband had constructed, checking to see if her daughter had come out yet. She had awoken late, and now she was dragging her feet about coming out to check on the foliage. Not seeing 16-year-old anywhere, the 38-year-old mother rolled her eyes and turned back to planting some wildflowers.

Jena was a young-looking mother who could have easily passed off as 28. She was five-foot-seven, and she had a slender figure with a D-sized bust and wide hips. Her eyes were green, hair golden and braided to the middle of her back. There was a tattoo on the back of her neck of a pair of angels wings framing her husband's name in commemoration of his life. She had been chosen to come up here along with her husband and daughter due to her stronger immune system, which had been bred into her as the futa she was. Thankfully, being of this particular gender had not prevented her from giving birth to her beloved daughter.

A soft breeze blew past, distracting her for a moment. A sharp rock sliced into her hand, and she gasped, sitting back on her heels. Wincing, she watched the blood slowly ooze down her hand.
 
Connie sighed as she slowly pulled herself into her clothes. She hated being here, this planet had already done so much to hurt their family. She looked over at the picture of her, her mother and father all standing in front of the ship that had brought them here. It was hard to believe the eager faced nine year old and the darkly brewing sixteen year old were the same person. This had been so different back then, every had a wonder to it the beauty of even the deadly radiation had been obvious.

All that had changed with the death of her father. That same radiation that he father had found so beautiful if deadly had proved its vicious nature. It had a resurgence rushing back over the line they had used to mark out the border seemingly on a mission. The sight of her father as he was overtaken by that rush of energy would forever plague her nightmares.

Shaking out her copper locks, Connie banished the memory from her mind as she finally got dressed. She stood just shorter then her mother at five-foot-five , her hair held back in a pony tail a mixture of her father's dark brownish red hair and the lighter color of her mother, giving a beautiful shine to the darker color. Stepping out the door she breathed deeply curling her nose at the slight ozone smell that came from the reaction of cleaning the air. Her sharp green eyes looking over the field picking out her mother out working as was normal. Connie had her mother's well defined figure though still filling out in certain parts her breasts a large C-cup though still growing.

Moving over to one of terraforming generators she activated the retrieval process for two of the drones that had been boring into the crust gathering what water there was and bringing it back to be collected and eventually dispersed into the clouds to begin the rain cycle on this planet.
 
Behind her, Jena could hear her daughter start to kick into gear. She slowly stood, knowing that leaving the wound exposed could cause some serious problems.

The first few steps back to the facility were smooth. No problem, just walking like a normal human being. Then lightheadedness hit her like a tone of bricks. She stumbled and stopped, blinking her eyes. What in the world? She looked down at her hand, and in the light of this planet's sun, her blood had a strange tint. She frowned, wriggling her fingers. They felt detached, as though they didn't belong to her.

Jena took another step, but this time, she collapsed, as though her leg was made of jelly with no bones to support it. She gasped and looked up at her daughter, who still was focused on a console. She licked her lips, uninjured hand going to her head. Had the soil she'd been working in not been completely decontaminated?

A shudder rolled through her, and she struggled to get up. "Connie!" she called, unable to even get her legs beneath her. It was strenuous just trying to sit up straight. She moaned in distress, slowly lowering herself to lay on her stomach. Her arm lay by her head, hand curled as she hazily watched the blood ooze onto the ground.
 
Connie was focused on her work not wanting to spend time with her mother. The two of them had been having issues ever since her father had died. There had just been something left unsaid and therefore dividing the two of them. Connie had never understood how her mother had been able to just go right back to work the day after and seemed to expect the same from Connie.

Just thinking about it was making Connie upset and so when her mother called out to her the reply was harsher then she meant it to be. "WHAT!?" she turned on her heel ready for a fight that was normal between the two of them. As she didn't see her mother right there in front of her Connie blinked and looked over toward where she had been.

All the angry and frustration at the older woman drained in that instant. Rushing over to the woman that had fallen on the ground. "Mom?! Are you okay?" she asked trying to get some response from the woman. The sight of the blood was enough to help galvanize Connie into action. Slipping her arm around her mother Connie pulled one of her mother's arm over her shoulders and with surprising strength for one of her size hefted her mother to a standing position.
"Come on mom stay with me." The simple statement was more than just a admonishment to her mother not to pass out. It also spoke of another deeper fear that she would be left alone, that her mother would die as well.

She started to try and make her way into the compound trying to get her mother to the medical bay trying to stop whatever was happening from happening.
 
Jena could barely make her feet stumble along as she leaned on her shorter daughter. Her breathing was labored, and her skin was slick with sweat. She worked her tongue inside her mouth, wanting to speak and reassure her, but it felt swollen inside.

She dropped onto the bed in med bay like a sack of rocks. She was only vaguely aware of Connie heaving her legs up. The machinery around her beeped and blipped. She had no idea what was going on. Everything was I a haze. She felt too hot. Why was it so hot?

Before she even knew it, she was unconscious and slipping off in the realm of dreams. Even they weren't coherent.

Unbeknownst to them, the alien virus surged through her system viciously. It altered her DNA and enhanced her strength. There was a burst in her sex drive and testosterone, boosting an aggression in her. It gave her abililities she had never known, played with her senses, and, as a desperate attempt for its new host to find its mate, released pheromones into the air to attract a submissive female.
 
Connie was worried sick about her mother but didn't let it distract her. If she wasn't careful the worry would overwhelm her and stop her from doing anything. Focusing on the task at hand she set up the monitoring equipment making sure that everything was registering. There was nothing that was coming up in the scans though. She frowned making sure all the leads were correct but the monitors showed nothing.

"Damn it!" she cursed before moving over to the microscope. If the equipment couldn't detect anything and yet clearly something was wrong that meant it was just something unknown. They had checked for dangerous bacteria before they had landed there was no way it could be that.

She sighed and started the standard treatment regimens working her way through what she knew to do. Being the daughter of a pair of terraformers had perks, she knew a little about many subjects knowing enough to handle herself in most situations. This was going to take time though, she would need to identify the pathogen and then find a counteragent.

As the hours passed and she tried to focus she started finding it harder and harder to keep her mind from wondering. She would swear that the heat had gone up though the computer confirmed that it had not. Unzipping the front of the jump suit a little she leaned back in her chair feeling heat pooling between her legs even as she felt her panties start to grow wet.
Blushing deeply she tried to push away the day dreams of the studs she had seen on the galactic web. The thoughts of being used by them for nothing but their own pleasure rolled through her like a heat wave drenching her in a sheen of sweat and making her panties so soaked it started to show through her jump suit.

Reaching to the climate controls Connie turned it down a few degrees hoping to offset this heat. Something was weird but she couldn't put her finger on what. Turning back to the microscope and read outs she continued trying to find something she could identify as the problem.
 
The mother couldn't believe the dreams she was having. At first it was memories of when they were a happy family. When her husband was alive, and they had no complaints. Connie was happy and obedient and wanted for nothing.

Then they centered around Connie's body. How she'd grown almost to adulthood with voluptuous curves and pretty eyes. She had taken the serum popular among women which removed all body hair, including pubic hair, permanently, leaving her flesh silky and flawless. The paleness of her skin, how rosy her nipples must be...

Her dreams suddenly became fevered and erotic. A man fucking her little girl from behind, enraging her. She thrashed a little, and then her daughter was gyrating and staring at her with bedroom eyes, naked and gorgeous. That too hazed out and switched to Connie on her knees, looking like a puppy begging for treats, sperm smearing her puffy pink lips...

She gasped and awoke, jack-knifing into a sitting position.
 
Connie had spent the last two days pouring over everything she could think of, the entirety of knowledge was hers to access through the galactic net since her family had set up the needed relays early on their stay here. However all of the information was proving to be worthless, nothing was telling her about what this could be.

Worse than that every night her dreams were getting more and more fevered. These last two nights she had been overcome with dreams of being taken, over and over again. She could never see her attacker but she knew that she wanted it more then anything even as she knew without a doubt that she was being raped.

The days were almost as bad as she seemed to be stuck in a constant state of horniness. Her panties were always wet so she had taken to not wearing them or pants for that matter. She was finding that the skirts she had were being much more to her liking and could hide her wetness so much easier.

She had been looking over a new slide of her mother's blood, marking the changes that were happening to it when her mother gasped sitting up. She turned coming over to her suddenly awake mother. "Mom!" She grabbed her mother's arm feeling the fear of being alone draining from her as she held her mother. "I was worried, are you alright? Something is effecting your blood I don't know what is going on. How do you feel?"
 
Jena tried to answer, she really did. As soon as their eyes met, however, she lost control.

Jena grabbed her daughter and slammed Connie down on the bed. She crouched over her and forcefully kissed the young female, her tongue lengthening and reshaping into a penis, at least five inches long as she fucked her daughter's mouth.

Another set of arms with hands sprouted from her ribs, and they tore at Connie's clothes. The original pair held Connie's arms down. Her legs spread and pinned Connie's, leaving her body wide open and vulnerable. The second pair of arms tore off her own clothes, and then they were both naked.
 
The sudden movement was too fast for Connie to react. The force of being slammed to the bed knocked the wind from her not letting her scream or even question what was happening before the penis shaped tongue forced into way into her mouth.

She struggled but found she was unable to do more than wiggle her body against her attacker. She couldn't believe this her own mother was attacking her, this had to have something to do with the virus. She screamed around the penis in her mouth as her clothes were ripped off. Connie knew she needed to find some way to stop this, she felt her legs forced open.

She couldn't believe that her body was actually responding to this. Even as she fought she felt her mouth close over the cock in her mouth and started to move her tongue against it. Something about this was making her feel good. The thought repulsed her and she tried to pull back even as lower down her folds got wet for what was coming.
 
The extra arms grabbed Connie's legs and spread her wide, leaving her legs to brace on the mattress now. The dick-tongue grew longer and a little thicker, thrusting more quickly, to the point where it was gagging Connie slightly with every inward thrust.

The cock between her legs was hot and long, and it was so hard that it pointed upwards rather than out. Jena rocked her hips, grinding against her daughter in a heat-induced haze. A tentacle sprouted from her back, a penis at its end as well. A deep groan came from her chest as her blood boiled in her veins, urging her to go further.

Take take take! Needed to mate, needed to show dominance. Female bitch needed fucking!
 
Connie choked hard on the cock that was invading her mouth trying her bed to catch a breath around it or through her nose whenever she could. The hard thrusting was hitting the back of her throat which contracted trying to deny entry to the invader. She gagged hard around that thick shaft, trying to still process what was happening.

The sudden feeling of a hot hard thick shaft pressing against her virgin pussy made her scream around the one invading her mouth. She didn't have to wonder what was coming next. She had felt this night after night, in her dreams, she was always being ravaged taken against her will. She tried to struggle pulling at her legs wanting to get them free. She turned her head looking up into her mother's eyes hoping to see something there that would stop this from happening…and knew it was too late.
 
Jena gave in and thrust deep, forcing her cock into her daughter's virgin pussy without mercy. She reared up, her tongue reverting back to normal, only for a long tentacle to sprout from her back again and force its way down Connie's throat, fucking her from both ends. She didn't even wait for her daughter to adjust. The burning, the roaring in her head, the demon within demanded she claim this bitch as her mate, impregnate her, keep her there.

So like a wild animal, she pounded into Connie's body. Another tentacle freed itself and rubbed against Connie's clitoris, forcing her pussy to become even wetter than the pheromones had made her. Her body was like a ragdoll--a beautiful, mewling, writhing ragdoll that took the fucking and struggled weakly. She licked her lips, eyes glowing with lust and need. Her hands grabbed and massaged her tits, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

The limbs holding Connie's legs forced them higher so her hips lifted off the bed. There was another hole that needed fucking, and a pre-cum dripping tentacle-phallus rubbed her asshole, slicking it, getting it wet.
 
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