"No... that can wait," said Sam quickly.
"Then let's go," said Sam. She started to get up. "Oh, and you might want to raise your pants first."
"Thanks," said Sam. She raised her pants, and moved to leave.
"Just a moment," said Sam sharply. "Moments ago you were lightly masturbating with your vagina. Aren't you going to wash your hands?"
"Normally, I... you're right," said Sam. She went to the sink. Whatever else might be true about this alien inside her rectum, at least she had proper instincts for good hygiene.
Five minutes later, Sam was at a keyboard, typing rapidly. 14. There were 14 locations where the Havariti were operating from. And if Aura were telling the truth, they now knew all of them.
"You know," said Sam, as she walked back to the bathroom. "There are people on Earth who worship someone called the Goddess Aura. Could that be you, or your namesake?"
"I do not know," said Sam.
"Well, they'd be mighty surprised to see that their goddess is a pile of solid waste. No offense," said Sam.
"None taken," said Sam.
Sam went back to the toilet, removed her pants, and squeezed. Aura obligingly evacuated from her buttocks, a solid block of excrement that came out easily. When Sam went to wipe, she marveled that nothing came off on the toilet paper. Slick and smooth! She was smiling as she found herself able to press the flush handle.
Then she went and reported her findings to Colonel Sullivan and General Henderson.
"And how exactly did you come up with a complete list of the locations of all the Haveriti?" General Henderson asked.
Sam took a deep breath, and told them.
"You were taken over again? Twice in one day?" said General Henderson.
Sam held up a restraining hand. "You can have Janice check me out. I'm clear."
"I believe I will," said General Henderson. "In the meantime, Colonel Sullivan, check out this list."
********
"Twice in one day," said Janice, putting a probe in Sam's ass. "It must really be popular in there."
"Yes, it is," said Jack, coming into the examination room.
Janice moved to shield Sam's body. "Colonel, this is very improper!"
"Oh, relax, Doc, I saw it all in the morning show," said Jack. "I just came to tell Sam that her list checked out. Nearly all these plants have reported suspicious stoppages in their sewage treatment machinery."
Sam pulled up her underwear. "Are the troops being rallied?"
"Even as we speak," said Jack. He tossed her her pants. "You're on my team, soldier."
********
Sam and Jack were wearing their beige desert khakis as they and a battalion of Survey Service Marines arrived at Moab, Utah, one of the 14 locations named by Princess Aura. Every armed service was pressed into this effort at every location Aura gave them--the Survey Service, HomePlanet Security, the World Government Army, and the territorial armies as well. Dunlop 4 went with one of the other teams going to Dayton, Ohio.
One company of marines accompanied Sam and Jack. to the Sewage Treatment Plant on the outskirts of town. A second company secured all the roads going in and out of town; and the third company was held in reserve, at the local airfield.
As they rode into town, Colonel Sullivan received a message, confirming that air support was available if they needed it; five air transports filled with that "special cargo" that they had requested.
When they arrived at the sewage treatment plant it was quiet; too quiet. Sullivan used a hand gesture to silently indicate for his men to follow him. All held blaster rifles. When they entered the room containing the giant vats filled with human waste, they saw a handful of workers, who charged them. All were gunned down with a hail of blasterfire, all set on stun.
They knew what they had to do. Once they reactivate the pumps, the wastewater would start to be treated with chemicals which would break up the excrement. But the controls were on the far side of the room, and between them and it were open pools of excrement. The pools hissed and swirled. They certainly looked alive.
Sullivan used another hand gesture for his men to follow him. He and Sam and a handful of the tech team had been briefed on how to activate the pumps.
But they hadn't gotten a quarter way across the catwalk before liquid excrement started flying towards them.
"Masks!" Jack cried, and they all put on their gas masks, to protect their eyes, noses, and mouths.
Their bodies were sprayed with liquid excrement. And it was living! Sam watched as little streams of excrement on her clothes moved around, trying to find their way inside her. A big wave of liquid shit hit her from behind, and she felt wetness in her ass.
"Sir! It's melting through our clothes!" said Sam. She felt a drop filtering through to one of her ass cheeks, then another drop, then another drop.
"Tighten your asshole!" Jack yelled.
"What?" Sam yelled back.
"Tighten your asshole! Don't let anything in!" Jack cried.
Sam did as he said. She felt a lot of wetness now on her asscheeks, trying to work its way into her ass, but she sealed her ass cheeks as tightly as he could.
One of the soldiers behind her stiffened, and then he raised his blaster and started shooting the other soldiers.
Sam cried out and shot him. It must have soaked through his clothes! "Tighten your assholes!" she cried over her comm.
The shit was really flying above them. Their bodies were coated in it now. Sam could barely see out of the plastic windows of her gas mask. Finally she made it across the room. She heard blaster fire behind her. Some of the soldiers had been taken over.
She desperately looked for the control to activate the treatment pumps. She felt a stiffening in her back. Some of the liquid shit had gotten into her asshole and was trying to take it over!
Sam gritted her teeth and tried to resist. And then she saw it, the two switches she had been briefed on--the POWER and the ACTIVATE switches. Even as she felt a minor stab of pain in her belly, she hit one, and then another.
They heard the roar of powerful pumps activating. A giant fan set in the wall started to turn on, pulling air into it, as well as the flying excrement. At this point the shit really started to hit the fan.
The large masses of shit, being assaulted by the chemicals, started to retreat, back into the sewage system. In moments, a huge mass of shit had slithered away.
Sam looked at Jack, who was covered in liquid shit, the same as her. "Sir, we did it!" she yelled, hugging him. It felt good, and awful, all at the same time.
********
They had just secured the sewage treatment plant, and changed into clean clothing, when they got the report of a new outbreak. The giant patch of excrement which had fled the plant had surfaced in downtown Moab. Sam and Jack called for an air gravitator to pick them to see firsthand.
What they saw shocked them. There was a giant tidal wave of shit, rolling down through downtown Moab. People were screaming and running for their lives, but the excrement, with crests at least twelve feet high, was faster, relentlessly swallowing up any people in its path. They saw townspeople who weren't fast enough to escape, drowning in shit, their lifeless shit covered bodies floating on top of the wave of excrement which was flowing faster and faster through the town.
"Assault Group Mu, come in," said Jack, over the comm.
"This is Assault Group Mu," came the response.
"Move in at once. Drop your payload on that thing in town."
"Roger that," came the response. "Flight one, moving in."
Sam and Jack watched as two giant Space Force C-930's swooped down low over the tidal wave of ship. They opened their cargo doors, and what looked like snowflakes came out, landing on the large wave of shit.
"Flight two, moving in," they heard over the comm.
A second flight of two C-930's swooped down, dropping the same cargo over the tidal wave of shit. They could start to see results now; the shit was slowing down, hardening in places. As
they watched, it hardened further.
By the time the last wave of C-930's dropped their payload, the wave of shit was hardly moving. In moments, it had stopped entirely.
"It worked," said Jack. "Wheat bran. Who would have thought of it?"
"Actually, I did, sir," said Sam.
He looked at her.
"Well, everyone knows that wheat bran is a natural stool hardener. It's the same principle, simply on a larger scale," said Sam.
Jack smiled, and hugged her, and that was the best part of her day.
********
As far as they could tell, the Havariti had been eliminated. As Princess Aura had indicated, they had been centered around the towns near the 14 waste treatment plants she had indicated. They had encountered a few isolated cases in the days afterwards, but fewer and fewer. It looked as if they had eliminated another parasite.
So it was with mixed feelings when Sam sat down on her toilet in her apartment and felt something entering her ass.
"What now?" she yelled.
"I just wanted to say goodbye," said Sam.
"Oh. Aura. It's you," said Sam. "I guess... I guess I should say thank you."
"You are welcome," said Sam.
"Technically, you know, I'm supposed to hunt you down," said Sam.
"I know," said Sam.
"But..."
"It's not in you to do it," said Sam.
"Well, actually, you are in me, but, yes, that's correct," said Sam, and she actually laughed.
"I was wondering if I could ask for one final favor before I leave you," Sam asked.
"Maybe. As long as it doesn't involve taking over other peoples' bodies," said Sam.
"No... it's just....."
"What?" said Sam.
"It's been over four thousand years since I've felt the touch of a man," said Sam. She detected more than a hint of pleading in her own voice.
Sam sighed. Princess Aura was, or had been, a woman. She could relate to that.
Sam, sitting down on the toilet with her ass cheeks spread, looked up at the ceiling and considered. She owed the Princess a lot. So did the entire planet. "All right," said Sam. "Once, and then you leave, agreed?"
"Agreed!' said Sam excitedly.
"And don't say anything that would give yourself away," said Sam.
"I'll be as quiet as a mouse," Sam promised.
An hour later Gavin came home. He noticed that Sam was looking happy. Sam said she couldn't talk about it, that it was all classified, but that Gavin could take her word for it when she said that she had accomplished something very important this week.
"I'm sure you did, honey," said Gavin, giving her a big hug. A hug turned into a kiss which turned into something more.
As Gavin made love to Sam, gently thrusting into her vagina while staring lovingly into her eyes, Sam wondered how much of this Princess Aura could feel. She wondered if Aura could feel the love she felt for Gavin, the feeling of oneness when he was inside her, the way her body got excited when he thrusted into her. She certainly hoped so.
4,000 years was a very, very long time to go without sex.
Chapter 5: Plant Life
Nettie Chestermere loved plants.
But men, not so much.
Nettie Chestermere was asexual. She didn't know it, at first. When she was in high school, she was puzzled by her female classmates' burgeoning interest in men. Who really cared?
Sure, they had those long pointy things, but Nettie Chestermere didn't need that; her own fingertips served her just as well.
When she got to college, Nettie wondered if perhaps she might be a lesbian. She tried it once. But the feeling of another woman's sweaty breasts pressed against her own made her ill. And when the woman implored Nettie to eat her out down there, Nettie kicked her out of her dorm room. After handing her her clothes.
But plants were different.
Nettie loved plants.
She filled her home with them. In her 20's, she worked in a garden center; in her 30's, she owned her own garden center; and now, in her 40's, she was perfectly content living around plants. She tolerated customers in her garden center only because they helped pay the bills.
Nettie had a garden in her large backyard, which was wild and untamed. She lived on the edge of town in Lexford, Saskatchewan. It was a quiet life; the most exciting thing she had heard were the rumors of a UFO landing in Alberta, a few hundred miles west, a few weeks ago.
The Survey Service had been said to have closed off the crash site and investigated for weeks. Nothing solid ever came from it; it all probably had been just a training drill.
But one day, a few weeks after that incident, Nettie found something unusual growing in her backyard garden. It was no surprise that wildflowers and strange things took root, and she was always curious to see what was developing there.
This new plant was the oddest thing she had ever seen. It was curled up like a vine, but had leaves that were soft and mossy, and it seemed to form a solid, cylindrical shape. It was about four inches tall.
Nettie went through all her plant databases but couldn't identify it. She decided to water it and see what developed.
It grew rapidly, most rapidly in height, but also width. It was curled like a vine, but the sides were mossy. Nettie idly touched the moss one day with a bare hand, and felt a jolt. It felt good.
From them on Nettie touched the plant every day, petting it like a dog. It seemed to grow firmer and faster under her feminine touch. Within two weeks it had grown tall, nearly four feet, and it was wide, more than a foot.
It had little white flowers growing among the moss, as well as seed pods growing on top. When Nettie smelled the scent of the white flowers, she felt intoxicated. And as she touched the plant, she felt more and more... excited. Physically excited. Once it had grown tall, whenever she touched it, she started to feel an ache in her vagina. An ache she had never felt with anyone, anyone else. Outside of the mirror in her bedroom.
Casual touching of the plant became caresses. Nettie started to spend long sessions in her garden petting the plant, touching it as one would the body of a lover. And then one day Nettie looked around and realized she had privacy; living on the very edge of town, her nearest neighbors were a half mile down the road.
And so, for some reason, she took off her clothes. All of them, on a warm morning in May. Nettie looked hesitant, for a moment. And then she pressed her soft breasts against the plant. It felt soft and hard at the same time; the moss was soft and gentle on her skin, but the center of the plant was hard. Suddenly, she felt tremendously sexually aroused.
Nettie rubbed her face against the plant and felt intoxicated. Her sexual excitement only increased further. She hugged the tall, cylindrical plant with both arms, and started to rub her pubic hair experimentally against the moss. It felt so incredibly good!
After that, Nettie had sex with the plant several times a day. It grew taller and thicker. And then one day, after she had climaxed with her head pressed against the plant, she heard a voice in her head.
It is time.
Nettie looked around. Where had she heard that? Had someone snuck into her yard while she had been... distracted?
It is time.
Nettie looked at the plant. "Did you say that?"
Yes.
"What is it time for?"
To save your planet.
"What do you mean?"
Your animal life is destroying your planet. You generate huge amount of human waste.
"Yes, we do," said Nettie.
You tear up your environment, AND destroy the resources of your planet.
"Yes, yes, we do all that," said Nettie excitedly.
I offer you a way to save your planet.
"How? How are you going to change mankind's ways?"
By changing man
kind. And you will help me.
********
"So what's selling well, Nettie?" Hannah Greenberg asked.
"I have just the perfect plant for you," said Nettie, repeating what she had been telling every female customer for the past four weeks. She brought Hannah over to a line of tall, mossy vines that were curled up like a cylinder, nearly five feet high and eighteen inches wide.
"That's big," said Hannah.
"But beautiful," said Nettie. "It's a best seller. I'm having trouble keeping up with the demand."
"Really?" said Hannah doubtfully.
"Yeah. Smell the white flowers."
Hannah reached over and smelled them. The smell was powerful. A shudder went through her body, and her eyes widened. Suddenly, she knew she had to have it. She asked Nettie to have someone help her load it up into her car. As she paid for it, Nettie said casually, "And if you grow any saplings, feel free to bring them back here, I'd love to buy them from you."
"Is this plant really fertile?" Hannah asked.
"Oh, incredibly fertile," said Nettie, giving a wide smile. "You'll see."
********
Hannah brought the plant home. Despite its size, it was fairly light, which she appreciated. She put it in the living room near the window so it would get some light.
Greg barely noticed it when he came home, even though it was a large plant. Greg was like that.
After they had dinner, Hannah said, "You haven't said a word about my new dress. Do you like it?" It was blue and it was new and she had bought it just for him. She twirled around in it. "What do you think?"
"I like what's in it," said Greg, putting down his beer bottle long enough to grab her by the arms.
********
Hannah tended the plant. The smell of the white flowers seemed to draw her in. The first time she touched the plant was electric. She felt an erotic jolt though her body. She touched her hand. The plant had left a kind of oily residue on it. She rubbed her hand against her arm and shivered. Her nipples got hard.