"Are you going to behave yourself?" Sam asked.
"What's the alternative?" Sam responded.
Sam felt herself squeezing, and some excrement dropped into the toilet. "The alternative is that you don't flush, and your husband becomes our next captive."
"I'll obey. For now," said Sam quickly.
"Very good. You have a very fine body," said Sam, winking at herself in the mirror. "I think I'm going to enjoy you."
Sam was relieved when she was allowed to flush the toilet. For now, at least, she could protect Gavin.
She came out of the bathroom and kissed Gavin and tried to pretend that everything was normal. Gavin didn't notice anything was wrong; he had just returned from a business trip to Ontario, and was glad to see her.
They talked over dinner, and Sam got so into it that she almost forgot about the intruder inside of her. She remembered it, however, when she found herself plopping down in Gavin's lap and started kissing him all over.
"Hey... what's this all about?" said Gavin, laughing as he kissed her back.
"I missed you," said Sam, watching as her hands circled his back possessively.
"Little girl needs some loving, does she?"
Sam saw herself nod.
Gavin chuckled and took her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Normally, she would have been thrilled; now she was aware of the audience with her, who was watching. Observing. Enjoying.
Sam couldn't forget about it even after Gavin had lovingly stripped off her clothes and spread her legs and began the reproduction ritual they both knew and loved so well. As he plowed between her legs, she looked up at his eyes, but couldn't help wondering about the thing inside of her. It was using her, and using Gavin, to get its pleasure.
As Sam's breathing became ragged, and she gasped, and climaxed, she whispered, "Good girl," which infuriated her, even as her body reveled in an orgasm.
********
"What is it you want?" Sam asked, as she drove to HomePlanet Security Headquarters the following morning.
She suspected she already knew. The creature had made her eat triple her normal portions the night before, not just a large dinner but constant snacking afterwards. The creature was filling her up, creating fuel to be used.
"I think you know," said Sam, giving a small smile. "We want you to introduce us to all your little friends in HomePlanet Security."
"I can't. I won't," said Sam, shaking her head.
"You can, and you will," Sam said, smiling to herself in the rearview mirror.
Even now Sam could feel the pressure in her bowels. She had to defecate. The creature had prevented her from relieving herself in the morning, and she had a large load she had to deposit. She wouldn't be able to resist very long.
The main building housing HomePlanet Security had 12 floors, and three bathrooms on each floor.
Sam tried to resist as she was lead to the first one. She saw herself hiking up her military blue skirt and lowering her Survey Service panties as she squat on the toilet. But then a big chunk of brown dropped out of her anus. It felt hot and slick between her legs. She hadn't even squeezed it out; it had just come out on her own.
It felt so good emptying her bowels, even a little bit. She tried to squeeze more, but nothing else came.
Sam gave herself a knowing smile in the bathroom mirror. "You know better than that, Sam. Save it for the next toilet."
And so the creature had Sam work her way through a total of six toilets. It was only six toilets in a building full of 36 toilets, but Sam knew that soon enough the results would be geometic; if six people were infected today, 12 could be tomorrow, and 24 the day after. Within days the entire home office of HomePlanet Security would be under the control of these aliens.
"Arden," she heard a voice cry as she smoothed her skirt down coming out of bathroom number six. She turned. It was Jack.
"What're you doing on the third floor?" he asked.
"I... have some questions for the technical section," said Sam, self consciously running her hands down her legs. "What are you doing here, Colonel?"
" I heard there were doughnuts," said Jack. He gave her an odd look, and walked away without a second glance.
"He suspects. We should inhabit him," said Sam.
"No, that's the way Colonel Sullivan always is," said Sam.
"You have feelings for that one," said Sam.
Sam put her hands on her hips. "I've shit in the toilets you requested. Is there anything else you want to tell me today?"
"Just this." And suddenly Sam felt tremendous cramps and she bent over. The pain was gone as quickly as it came. She stood up.
"Just a friendly reminder. Although only a small amount of myself remains within you, we can still generate bodily sensations which will be very unpleasant, if you try to warn anyone."
"I'll try to remember that," said Sam.
She returned to her desk. She tried to type out a message calling for help, but she stopped after the first word and simply smiled at herself on the holographic keyboard.
"I guess you can see through my eyes as well as use my arms and legs," said Sam.
"Of course. You seem to want something to do. Why don't you go and have lunch?" Sam asked.
"It's only ten o'clock in the morning," said Sam.
"I think you should have an early lunch. In fact, several lunches," said Sam.
"No!" Sam cried.
"No, what?" said Dunlop 4, suddenly appearing in front of her desk.
Sam smiled up at him innocently. "No... I don't know," she said. "Sometimes I talk to myself, and I don't know what I'm saying."
Dunlop 4 gave her a quizzical glance. Sam smiled innocently back at him.
********
Ten minutes later, Sam was screaming at the top of her lungs while Survey Service Military Police were carrying her into Medlab.
"Careful, she bites!" warned one of the guards.
"Bring her here, bring her here," said Doctor Whistler, pointing to a table which held restraints. "Face down, please."
"No!" Sam cried. She fought like a wild animal, but three guards held her down while Janice Whistler secured the restraints.
"Now, what's wrong with you, Sam?" Janice asked.
Dunlop 4 said, "She is being controlled by a Havariti inside her body, inside her..." He seemed reluctant to say the word.
"Her ass?" said Colonel Jack Sullivan, coming into the room. "Hey, Arden. What's going on?"
"Colonel, get them to release me!" Sam yelled.
"Certainly," said Jack. "Once you get your enema," he smiled at her.
"Help me with her pants," said Janice, calling out to a nurse. With some effort, they got Sam's pants lowered on her thrashing legs, which were restrained at the ankles. Next came her Survey Service panties. Underneath them was Sam's very well rounded ass.
Jack whistled.
"Do you need to be here?" Janice asked crossly.
"I'm her commanding officer," said Jack.
Janice looked at Dunlop 4. "I am here to make sure she is properly decontaminated."
"It sure seems a lot of men have a lot of reasons to be here," said Janice, hiding her own pleasure at seeing Sam's bare ass. She hadn't seen that in years, not since....
Doctor Whistler got a tube and inserted it into Sam's ass. Then she hooked the other end up to a canister, and turned the handle to begin the flow.
"Now Sam, you're going to feel some sensation down there-"
Sam spit in her face.
Everyone watched in silence as Sam's ass was filled with liquid. When it was done, Janice disconnected it from the first canister and hooked it up to a second one. "This one will give it suction." She activated it.
They watched as a mass of semi-liquid black goo came out of Sam's ass and was sucked into the vacuum container. There was a lot of it. At first Sam screamed, but soon her screams were reduced to sobs, and then she was silent, as the last of it was sucked out of her.
Janice put a hand on Sam's
head, and stroked her hair. "Sam? How do you feel?"
"Embarrassed," said Sam. "Do you all have to look at me like this?"
********
Later, in the cafeteria, Jack joined Sam at lunch. "How are you feeling? Any aftereffects?"
"A little soreness. Sir," she added automatically.
"Well that's to be expected, I suppose," said Jack.
"Sir, I just want to say, it took me totally by surprise. I was sitting at home, on my toilet, and then off a sudden-"
"You got caught with your pants down. Is that what you wanted to say, Arden?"
She blushed. "Yes, sir."
"It could have happened to any of us," said Jack. "Don't fret about it."
"Sir, I deposited loads in six toilets-"
"We're way ahead of you. We're flushing all the toilets, and securing them. And old doc Whistler is giving everyone an enema." Jack shifted in his seat. "I just had mine. I loved every fluid centimeter of it."
"Sir," she said, blushing again.
"Forget it, Arden. It could have happened to anyone. Just because you have a high ESPer rating-"
"But people will think that there's a connection, that I'm another Anna Rogers," said Sam.
"They won't think that," said Jack.
"Why not?"
"Because I'll tell them not to. And if I have to, I'll make it an order," said Jack.
She wanted to hug him. Really, she did.
From them on, all toilets in HomePlanet Headquarters were secured and isolated from the outside lines. All staff was instructed to defecate and urinate only at work, as toilets at home were unsecured. Three other staffers were found to be infected with Sam's excrement, and were decontaminated. It was a black eye in Sam's record, but no one treated her badly for it.
Later that day, they were contacted from an unlikely source.
Sam, Jack, Dunlop 4, Doctor Whistler, and General Henderson sat in the briefing room, viewing a holographic transmission from a being who looked like Sophie Warner but called herself High Judge Viruta Namurah.
"Greetings to you in HomePlanet Authority," said the woman. "I am High Judge Viruta Namurah of the planet Seeskeron."
"Forgive me for saying so, High Judge, but I suspect the person you are talking through has a different name," said General Henderson.
"Indeed she does, sir. This brave woman has volunteered her body so that I may speak to you, for without her, I have no way to communicate."
"What is the purpose of this transmission?" the General asked warily.
"I wish to propose peace between us."
"Just this morning we intercepted an attempt to infiltrate the highest levels of HomePlanet Security," said the General, glancing at Sam, who looked embarrassed. "And now you call for peace?"
"General, I do not doubt that one of my brethren attempted to infiltrate your command. And for that I sincerely apologize. But I was not responsible for that. You have to understand, there are many factions."
"Enlighten me, High Judge."
High Judge Viruta Namurah told General Henderson the story she had told Sophie Warner, how she and her kind had originally been the children of the First Ones, but then the First Ones had tried to destroy them and make them unintelligent.
"A race of intelligent excrement?" said General Henderson.
"We were not originally excrement as you know the word. We were quite fair to look upon, and equally pleasant to the nose. It was the First Ones who changed us into the way you see us today. I myself was a high jurist for nearly 300 of your years. I dispensed justice across Seeskeron. The same kind of justice I am seeking from you."
"You have invaded our planet and have taken control of a number of our people. What kind of justice do you expect from me?"
"Just an end to our conflict. Give us one of your ships. We know your Survey Service has a crude interstellar star drive. Send us to another planet. We will all go."
"So you can infect another planet of people?" The General asked.
"No. We only ask for a planet with lower plant and animal life. We will... content ourselves with that."
"You would give up control of human bodies?"
"We would prefer the bodies of higher life forms, naturally, but do not wish to take people against their will."
"You already have."
"Only in the interest of preserving our existence. If you were in our place, you would have done the same."
"So we give you a ship, and you'll leave all the bodies you're inhabiting, and leave Earth? And go to wherever we send you?"
"To a mutually agreed planet where we could survive, yes," said Viruta Namurah.
"High Judge, I will consider your offer," said General Henderson.
Virtua smiled and her image faded.
"What do you think?" General Henderson asked.
"She may be telling the truth," said Sam.
"Arden! They took you over. They took you over and tried to use you against us. That was earlier today. Do you remember?" Jack asked.
"Yes, sir, I remember, but I could see how they were doing that in self defense, perhaps," said Sam. "I mean, if she's telling the truth, if they are a race of scientists and philosophers and scholars, maybe... they just want a place where they can live alone, in peace. What's the harm?"
"The harm is that they may use your spaceship to go to a planet inhabited by higher forms of life," said Dunlop 4. "This I cannot permit."
General Henderson shifted in his chair. "Dunlop, can you assure us that she is lying when she talks about her origins, and how the First Ones changed her?"
"I do not claim to know the precise origins of the Havariti," said Dunlop 4. "But I know precisely what they are now, and what they are now are parasites. If you let them go, your problem will simply become someone else's problem."
"Let's think on this, people," said General Henderson.
Jack went up to Sam. "How can you be sympathetic to them, after what they did to you?"
"I'm not," said Sam. He saw her staring at him. "All right, I guess I am. A little. If she's telling the truth, we could resolve this peacefully. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Jack gave her an odd smile and started to walk away, muttering, "If wishes were horses, beggars would ride."
She hesitated as she entered the washroom, but only for a moment. The Survey Service had secured all the toilets. They should be perfectly safe.
She looked in the toilet bowl. It was empty. She realized she now had a fear of toilets. She would have to overcome that. Gingerly, she unzipped her green pants and lowered her panties and sat down, spreading her vaginal lips. She absentmindedly started to play with her pubic hair as she urinated.
When she was done, she moved to get up, when suddenly, she felt something hot and solid slide between her ass cheeks. Suddenly, her whole body stiffened.
"Oh no, not again," Sam cried.
"I am so sorry," said Sam.
"Is this the new tactic? To take over my body and then apologize for it?" Sam asked.
"I am very sorry, but I have to communicate with you, and this is the only way I could get to you."
"How did you get in this toilet anyway? I thought it was supposed to be a high security toilet."
"It was secured, safe from anyone. Except anyone with the smallest bit of creativity or imagination," said Sam.
Sam frowned. "You don't sound like one of them."
"I'm not. I mean, I am, but I'm not."
"Who are you?" Sam asked.
"My name is Princess Aura," said Sam. "Princess Aura of the planet Seeskeron."
"Normally at this point I would say 'Nice to meet you', but somehow that doesn't seem to apply here," said Sam.
"Samantha, I am deeply sorry for what the others did to you. Be assured that I am not going to use you in that way," said Sam.
"Exactly how are you going to use me?"
"Just to
deliver a message. Once that's done, I will leave you."
"Really?"
"In ten minutes your body will be your own."
Sam checked her chrono. "I'm counting."
"High Judge Viruta Namurah lied to you. We are not the offspring of the First Ones." said Sam.
"Then what exactly are you?" Sam asked.
"We are the evil instincts of the First Ones," said Sam. "Let me explain. The Evil Ones evolved over time. They became purer and purer. But they felt they could never achieve perfection, not without shedding their evil impulses. Over time they figured out a way to do this. We are the result."
"You... are the evil sides of the First Ones?" Sam asked.
"So to speak," said Sam. "The one who calls herself High Judge Viruta Namurah? She really is a select part of High Judge Viruta Namurah. High Judge Viruta Namurah's evil instincts. High Judge Viruta Namurah was a great and noble judge. I knew her. But like most everyone else, she had a dark side. The being you spoke to today was the dark side of one of the nicest, gentlest jurists I ever knew."
"A race of purely evil beings," Sam whispered.
"Naturally, as you can imagine, the First Ones didn't want to have us roaming around. They didn't kill us, but they banished us to some out of the way planet."
"Which you eventually escaped from."
"Yes, eventually," said Sam.
"Then if you're one of them... why are you telling me this?"
"I am the evil leeched out of the Princess Aura. You never knew her, but the Princess Aura was one of the purest of the First Ones. She had virtually no evil in her. When I was created, the worst that they could leech from her was indifference."
"So... you're the least evil thing that could be created from her, and she was so pure that... you're good?"
"I would never claim to be good," said Sam, and suddenly Sam felt she was telling the truth.
"If you're indifferent, why are you telling me this?"
"Because I am not so indifferent that I can let this evil spread."
"Prove it," said Sam.
"Very well. Get me to a terminal, and I will give you a list of all the sewage treatment centers we control."
Sam's mouth dropped open.
"Unless you wish me to leave your body now. I did promise to do that."