This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain. Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
A knock sounded on the door. Lieutenant Abby Kerns depressed the button on the radio. "Colonel? I think our water shipment is here. I'm going to step away for a moment." She released the button and the radio buzzed with static. There was so much interference in Portsmith.
"Message ... ceived ... care... and out." The Colonel's reedy voice barely made it through.
Abby nodded, adjusted the garrison hat perched on her blond head, and stood. "Code?" she said to the delivery person on the other side of the door. There was no response. "Code?" Another three knocks. Abby let slip a half crescent of a smile. "I keep telling you guys, use the code. It's not funny when you give me the silent treatment." She walked to the door, her crisp skirt uniform moving stiffly on her hips. Those delivery boys were always trying to mess with her. They knew this was an odd assignment, what with all the rumors of Russian scientific experiments in the heartland and missing staff. She looked at her watch. "You're also three hours early," Abby said to the closed door. She put her hand on the knob, unlocked it, and swung the door open.
"Well, hello, former Lieutenant Kerns." Abby's doppelganger stood in the door.
It was like looking in a mirror. Everything was the same, down to the identical intelligence pin on their ascots. "What?" Abby gaped at the woman smiling her smile back at her. "Who?" She stood frozen.
"Me?" The mirrored Abby pushed Abby aside and strode into the room. It forcefully closed the door behind it and eyed the lieutenant. "I am the new Abby Kerns. I'm here to relieve the erstwhile Lieutenant Kerns of duty. You see,
Axcix
needs eyes and ears inside this little operation. Is there anyone else here with you?"
"I ... I ..." Abby's heart thundered like a military drum in her chest. Was this ... was this a Soviet trick?
The mirrored Abby stepped up to the real one and slapped her on the cheek. The sound reverberated around the small hotel room, layering over the static spilling from the radio in the corner. "I said, is there anyone else here with you?"
"What are you?" Abby rubbed her cheek and stepped back from the imposter. The slap had brought her out of her shock induced stupor. She bent her knees slightly and hiked up her skirt so she could better move her legs. She should have never let this woman in the door.
"Axcix calls me Smith. But you're not looking for a proper name, are you?" Smith held up its left hand and its fingers merged and elongated. The flesh pulsed and twitched as it changed. "I've been reassigned to ... maintenance. I clean up messes."
"Ew." Abby felt her stomach roll with revulsion. "You're some kind of Russian experiment." She sidled to her right, making her way to the desk where her service revolver lay. She watched as the woman before her transformed her arm and hand into a writhing rope of flesh with a bulbous head on the end. A smell entered the room. A dark, primaeval scent that carried with it elemental promises. Abby's knees trembled, and her pussy clenched spasmodically. Only a few more feet to the revolver, and then she would end this monster.
"Don't worry, Lieutenant Kerns. While you will no longer be exactly ... yourself. You will be quite useful. You just need a little reeducation." Smith stepped closer to the other woman. It could see Abby's intent quite clearly. When the Army officer jumped for her weapon, Smith caught her with the snaking appendage in midair.
"Oh, God." As Abby's mind reeled, her body thrilled at the touch of the misshapen thing. The creature Smith spun her around in the air and brought her down on the bed. Abby struggled, but she could feel the appendage tightening around her waist. And then, to her horror, the head of it slipped under her skirt and tore her panties right off her. "You can't ... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Fireworks exploded behind Abby's eyes as what had once been Smith's left hand sunk inside her vagina. Only crazed communists could come up with a plan so vile and ... beguiling. Abby closed her eyes tight and fought to resist the pleasures of the flesh that spread through her as the bulb plunged into her depths.
"Open your eyes, my sweet little thing." Smith's rope-like arm stayed wrapped around Abby, with the tip pistoning in and out of her. But the thing was so long now, that Smith was able to climb slowly onto the bed and look down at the beautiful lieutenant. "Do you feel it? You are becoming one with us. Soon you will swim in deep waters and feel the power of a great joining." With her right hand, Smith tore open the front of Abby's uniform, and ripped off the woman's bra. Two firm mounds bumped on the woman's chest in time with Smith's pumping. Smith could remember enough from before to enjoy perfect breasts when confronted with them.
"You're ... aaaaahhhhhhh ... sick." Abby's body shuddered with pleasure. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at her evil twin. "Never join ... you Reds ... I'm an officer ... of the U.S. of ... oooooohhhhhhhhhhh." Abby had fooled around with her fiancé plenty, but he'd never unlocked her body the way this abomination did. Her muscles went rigid, she arched her back up off the bed, and her mind went into a frenzy. When she came down from her high, she found her hips were thrusting up to meet the ravaging member inside her, and she couldn't do a thing to stop herself.
"Do you see now?" Smith, in its perfectly starched uniform leaned down to kiss its mirror image, in her torn and wrinkled khakis. "You belong with us. You all belong with us."
"Ohhhhh, God." Abby's lips opened to accept the kiss from this monster of a woman. The dark copy of herself knew what it was doing with its tongue. They made out for a long time as the long appendage drove Abby to new heights of pleasure. After a while, they broke their kiss and Abby's eyes tried to focus on the woman-thing above her. It seemed to be vibrating, its mouth hanging impossibly wide above Abby.
"Get ready to take ... the gift of Axcix." Smith's body longed to complete the process. To fill and claim this woman for their cause. Something dark and urgent drove Smith. It wasn't instinct, it was a drive even more compelling and total.
"You're ... augghhhhh ... not going ... to ..." Abby knew what the thing was about to do. Despite the fact that it was screwing her with what had once been its arm, it was about to shoot its seed inside her. For a fleeting moment, she wondered where its balls were. And then, her body filled with the most delicious heat. "Soooo ... wonderfullllllll ..." And then she shrieked out her most wonderful orgasm yet.
When Abby again opened her eyes, she could see the thing pretending to be her sitting by the radio. She sat up in bed, her breasts hanging out of her uniform.
"No, it wasn't the water delivery. Just someone at the wrong room." Smith's left arm had returned to normal, and it looked perfectly like Abby again. It looked over at the real Abby, winked, and its face brightened in that half crescent smile.
"Something ... in the barn ... checking it out." The Colonel's voice broke through the radio's static.
"Roger, that." Smith said.
Without a word, Abby stood on shaky legs. She could feel Smith's warm stuff leaking out of her. She straightened her stockings, which she knew were torn and did her best to button her uniform. She must look a sorry sight, but it didn't matter. She wobbled to the door and out into the hall. Swimming. She needed to go swimming. Like a homing pigeon, Abby stumbled out of the hotel and walked west.
~~
The long table near the back of the stacks was empty, but for Donna and Patrick huddled over an old set of plans. She traced her finger along a blue line. "So, the treatment plant is here."
"Right." Patrick adjusted his thick glasses and scanned the paper. "But where's the source?"
"It could be a well ... or ..." Donna scrunched up her freckled face as she thought, her glasses hanging just on the tip of her nose. "Not a well ... look."
"
Lake Ipuza Ikpi
," they said at the same time and looked at each other. Both of their brains working furiously.
"When David, Roy, and I saw the meteor. It was low in the sky, heading due west. We were here." He pointed at a series of sewers and water pipes near the center of town. "The lake would be a logical landing spot. The meteor was coming in here," he picked up a pencil and drew a faint line on the old plans, and the lake is a few miles over here. He drew an x on the lake and circled it. "Whatever it is, it's there. I know it."
"You're right." Donna nodded. She couldn't say why, but she was sure of it, too.
