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Star Dust

BY: R/Dave (C) 1999

Stardust

It began early one fall evening, the equatorial regions were the first unwitting recipients. The fine ashen dust gently drifted down from the heavens, coating everything with a grey blanket. At first the scientific community warned of potential dangers, but the lab tests revealed the powder was inert and that it was probably caused by a distant cosmic explosion. Soon the atmosphere was filled with the fine dust that lingered for several days before it filtered down to the surface to raise havoc with the sensitive electronic equipment that was so abundant there. The religious community claimed it was a sign of the second coming, while the apathetic majority dispelled the dust as another in the continuing series of government deceptions to snarl traffic and postpone the budget negotiations. Within a month, the incident was all but forgotten by all except a few eccentrics who were never really taken seriously.

But as the dust settled into the planets abundant fresh water preserves, contaminated with a host of plant life and industrial waste, it began to mutate. Drawn back into the clouds to fall as rain, it continued its cycle until, one day, it became to heavy and was landlocked forever. It began to wander as a formless, translucent creature, instinctively joining with others of its kind. Soon, those who were not destroyed by natural selection began to converge in a crystal clear lake high in the mountains where, by proxy of the season change, a violent thunderstorm was developing. The lightning struck the lake repeatedly congealing and transforming the creatures into a sentient, intelligent life form that quickly moved towards the shoreline to find the trembling form of a young woman. Engulfing her quickly as she cowered from the fury of the storm, the creature quickly adapted to her life functions and established its residence in her higher brain functions where it awaited its opportunity to reproduce.

William Boysen had received his degree in forestry conservation at the top of his class, and could have chosen any one of a hundred different parks in which to begin his career as a ranger. He chose, instead, a small town on the edge of the National Forest with a scant population that was poverty stricken overnight due to the latest round of federal budget cuts. Although the towns’ community spirit was unparalleled, the economic pressures had forced those who were able to move out of the area, leaving behind a tattered few who survived on welfare or retirement annuities. One such family, the Groves, had helped homestead the town back in the 1880's, and with the birth of their only daughter Amy, saw their family line draw to a close. The Mother died later in the year despite fervent attempts to save her, leaving behind her husband, permanently disabled by leukemia, her young daughter, and an exhausted bank account.

Amidst the beauty of the towering firs, Amy grew into early maturity, savoring the tranquility that nature so openly provided. The leukemia, that had crippled her father, finally claimed his life when she was seventeen, and she managed to exist on a scanty allowance from the pension fund, often supplemented by part time work at the towns’ only general store, and gifts supplied by natures bounty. Often, when she was not in school or at the store, she could be found near the pristine waters of Crystal Lake, gathering berries or fishing for some of the lakes’ abundant trout. The lake itself was known to few including William, who often visited the tranquil waters to see Amy from afar; pulling in a prize trout, or basking, naked, in the warm afternoon sun.

Bill had grown quite fond of the beautiful young creature that frequented his paradise. She was shy, yet determined, and always had a warm greeting for him, even a hug from time to time when the occasion warranted such. Since much of his time was spent alone, he was quite detached from the routines of the township, and spent much of his free time exploring the wilderness, and making friends with the abundant wildlife hidden there. Knowing of his love of nature, Amy felt a kinship towards him, and secretly longed for a more intimate relationship, but would change the conversation abruptly whenever it reached an intimate level. He was careful not to embarrass her, and never let on that he had seen her sunbathing by the lake, although she secretly had her suspicions.

After the storm, as the local residents were clearing the fallen tree limbs and debris that had rained down from the tempest, they noticed that Amy, was obviously absent, and a quick search of her home revealed she was nowhere to be found. The alarm went out to the surrounding communities, and Bill immediately joined the search. After hurriedly checking some of the local trails, he hurried to Crystal Lake, to find her drenched and exhausted form among several downed trees. Taking her unconscious form gingerly in his arms, he began stumbling towards the sounds of a nearby search party. After several hundred yards, he realized he would be unable to carry her much further because of the thick undergrowth, but his calls for help went unheeded as the twilight set in. Assessing his position, he decided to make camp for the night, and begin anew at first light.

His first attempts at a fire were useless, as the kindling was still too damp, but, with avid determination, he was finally able to provide light to the surrounding area with a weak campfire. Obtaining water from the lake, he gently bathed her delicate features with cool water while assuring that her life signs continued to gain strength. As he studied her delightful form in the firelight, he reflected back upon when he had seen her sunbathing, her firm breasts aglow with a light tan, and her sinewy legs ever so graceful in the serenity of the forest. As his thoughts became more intense, he unconsciously took the liberty of running his hands gently across her form, savoring her firm and delicate composition while his repressed fantasies began to emerge. Her eyes suddenly fluttered open with a look of absolute confusion, and her hand clamped onto his wrist before he could withdraw. The silence between them was deafening as Bill sought some form of explanation and Amy considered her options.

But the life form within her suddenly emerged, and the frail flower of innocence suddenly became a lust driven creature, lunging at Bill before he could respond to the wild look on her face. She savagely tore at his uniform, and almost succeeded in total removing it completely before he was able to struggle to his feet and bolt towards the path. Shedding her garments, she sprinted into the woods, no longer dependant on the path as her senses were attuned to his aura. As he rounded a bend, she leapt out of the undergrowth towards his hips, pinning him to the ground with the strength of her legs. She slapped him across the face twice, rendering him senseless, and completed the task in which she was driven. With the remains of his underwear shredded from his helpless frame, she impaled herself on his wilted manhood, forcing it into her damp cavern as a powerful suction developed deep in her loins. His manhood slowly began to stiffen as it was enlarged by the lack of pressure, and was completely drawn fully into her womb, including his shriveled gonads and wrinkled ballsack.

Amy began to rock back in forth on his lifeless hips in a frenzy, drooling slightly, and moaning from the intense sensations of his pubis against her erect clitoris. As the suction increased, he began to regain consciousness and his organ took on a mind of its own. It slowly engorged with blood, and began sending explicit erotic messages deep into the recesses of his mind of the moist warm tightness engulfing his swelling glans. As his semen began to boil within his prostrate, his hips began convulsing spasmodically into the creature astride him, sending her breasts into wild circular gyrations that threatened to tear them from her body. Every nerve in their bodies was now focused on their pelvic regions, as orgasmic waves began to build violently. As Amy began to squeal in orgasmic release, a tremendous flow of liquid coated Bills’ manhood, squirting past his engulfed genitals with every thrust of his hips. Some of the ejaculate entered his urethra, blending with the unfertilized sperm who, with their genetic code instantly altered, began to attach themselves to the urethral wall. In turn, Bill began his own orgasmic convulsions, lifting Amy high into the air with every thrust as she clung to his chest desperately trying to maintain her balance on board his throbbing manhood.

As their orgasms waned and were replaced by the warmth of their afterglow, she patted him gently on the cheek, and kissed his forehead warmly. Bill tried to utter something memorable, but she quickly raised her spent frame from him, and disappeared into the forest trailing a sticky mass of translucent cream. After a few moments, he slowly struggled to his feet, gently massaging the warmth in his cheeks from where she had slapped him into submission. His genitals felt as if they had been tenderized with a sledgehammer, and he was glad to be alive. But a wave a panic swept over him, in fear of her sudden return, and he hurriedly followed a familiar path back to the security of his outlook high on the ridge. In the darkness, he stumbled face forward on several occasions, but had memorized the route well enough to complete the twenty minute trek to security and the comfort of his own cot.

The morning dawned crystal clear across the mountain ridges, as the birds took flight, and Bill rubbed the night from his eyes. He felt exhausted and spent, the memory of last nights encounter still vivid in his mind. There was an overbearing pressure in his bladder and he stepped outside to relieve the situation in a small creek nearby. At first, it felt as if there was an obstruction, but with a little pressure and a gentle message, the stream cleared the remains from last night and splashed gently onto a slick and mossy rock. Feeling relieved, he headed back inside for a cool shower in collected rainwater, and a warm cup of coffee , brewed from spring water. His genitals were extremely sensitive as he bathed, although careful examination revealed no discoloration and only a slight swelling around the base. He would set out to find her as soon as he completed breakfast, only this time he would be prepared. Meanwhile, from a clearing just behind the cabin, she sullenly watched as the smoke curled from the chimney in the ranger station. Amy was remorseful, yet driven, as the sensations in her loins were growing stronger every minute, and with a brief sigh, she nimbly disappeared into the undergrowth in search of her next victim.

As the creek jubilantly made its way into the shining lake below, the life form that had incubated overnight in Bills’ tortured manhood tumbled along in its fertile waters, growing and mutating with each passing moment. By the time it reached the lake, its’ gestation was complete, and it took on the form of an undulating globe, not unlike that of a jellyfish with the exception that it was substantially more transparent, and contained a much higher level of intelligence. No longer would it require a human host for incubation and reproduction. It would float freely awaiting the next thunderstorm, and the bolts of lightning from within its towering clouds.

Even as Bill enjoyed his two eggs and hashbrowns, Tony, an avid birdwatcher, was making his way up the twisting trail from the highway, with a backpack full of goodies, and his trusty telephoto lens around his neck that swayed from side to side with each step. As he rounded the bend, he nearly tripped over himself as he spied her sitting on a rotting tree stump up ahead; naked with the exception of a tattered rag wrapped around her budding hips that barely covered her sexuality. He gasped, and coughed, as she nimbly jumped into the ferns, and sauntered towards him, maintaining eye contact until her electrifying touch brought him back to reality. Before he could mutter a sound, she smothered his lips with a deep kiss, and began to undo his clothing; less hurried than the night before, yet with unmistakable intensity. Tony tripped backwards into the undergrowth, as his pants fell below his knees and her hands began to forcefully massage the growing lump in his underwear. He forcefully pushed her away.

As he struggled to regain his dignity, along with some control of their encounter, he tried to explain that he needed more than just a quick "roll in the ferns," and would rather get to know her somewhat first. Amy became angered at the delay, and forced him down, planting her lips on his to impose silence, while her hands viciously tore his underwear free and manipulated the soft flesh towards the mouth of her throbbing pussy. Sticky nectar was already clinging to sparse bush surrounding her nether lips as her muscles and the increasing suction forcefully drew his manhood deep into her warmth giving the flaccid flesh the stimulation necessary to arise to its fullness. Her hands dug painfully into his chest as his scrotum disappeared into the furry furrow, and she began to rock her hips violently. The pressure on his genitals was so intense that he could barely feel the first rush of semen as it’s burning warmth stimulated his glans from within. Awaiting its arrival, were more of the aliens’ seeds, instantly transforming his sperm into their host as they implanted themselves along the stem of his urethra.

They both climaxed in unison, their moans and spasms virtually simultaneous. Unlike Tony, however, Amys’ orgasm continued to build in intensity until she was slamming her hungry clit into the furry nest covering his pubic bone. It became painful to him as the repeated pounding was bruising the flesh and he felt as if his genitals would be violently ripped from his body. Taking a cue from her example, he quickly planted his lips on hers, effectively limiting her oxygen intake, and forcing her into remission. Rolling off of his exhausted and spent frame, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and sprung to her feet only to disappear, once again, into the depths of the forest. He blinked rapidly several times and let his head fall back on the partially dislodged backpack; staring at the towering trees tops both in awe and exhaustion. He thought to himself how great it was to be alive as he reached over his head for a package of cupcakes that had fallen free in the melee, and devoured them within a few brief moments. It was the urgent desire for milk that brought him to his feet and prepared him for a quick return trip to the highway and the nearest grocery store.

Bill was on the trail now, seeking the beautiful young lady who had so quickly taken his seed only to disappear. Somehow, over the course of the past twelve hours, he found that in addition to a substantially lower sperm count, he also had a burning emptiness where his heart used to be. She had taken it, and was somewhere in "his" forest even now; perhaps injured and frightened, or perhaps desperate and lonely. The vision of her nakedness riding him, brought added intensity to his search, and he began to call out to her, somehow hoping that she would be near enough to hear his cries, and perhaps return. As the day wore on, he became more and more disheartened, and fearing the worst, he hiked into town, hoping that she could be found there. Although some of the search parties were still out, those who had returned along with the rest of the township were encouraging one another as they coped with the loss of one of their own.

Glenn was the corporate director of a large trucking firm, and had more than enough money to satisfy his every desire, along with more than enough weight to sink a medium-sized pleasure craft. For years, his doctor had told him to lose weight, but his answer to pressure had always been caloric ingestion, up until recently when his frustrated wife finally gave him the ultimatum. He had tried golf, but after disabling two carts with his weight, he settled for fishing. The hike to the lake had taken every ounce of strength he had, even though it was less than a mile, and he still had to inflate the rubber raft. After entirely too much effort and noises that would still a charging elephant, he finished pumping up the raft and set sail towards the middle of the lake. Within twenty feet of the shoreline his prohibitive weight had made the overburdened vessel ride so low that it took on water, and he soon was fully submerged and slowly heading for the lake bed. Fearing for the worst, Glenn gingerly rolled out of the doomed craft only to see it regain buoyancy and return to the surface, still filled with lake water. Clinging for his life while swearing off outdoor recreation forever, he tried to kick his way back to shore, but the wind had now picked up, and blew the buoyant craft with its captive to the other side of the lake amidst his bellowing profanity that echoed from the hillsides. When he was able to stand in the water, he struggled ashore and collapsed in exhaustion.

She had heard the obscene exclamations from her hiding place, and spent the better part of an hour watching her next victim slowly drift ashore. As he collapsed in the reeds, she was waiting, and had to use all of her strength to turn the waterlogged body over onto its back. Tugging the clothes from his torso, she had to pause just to catch her breath, although, for the first time, she felt unhurried and relaxed as she prepared her victim, the burning in her belly was gaining intensity with each passing minute. As she uncovered his nakedness, she paused to examine what was, by far, the smallest male reproductive organ she had seen and wondered if he had the ability to satisfy her burning need. Driven by yearnings she couldn’t control, she straddled his massive torso, and began to draw his pitiful organ into her moist recesses. The suction she was generating brought him to an erection which surprised her as although the girth was somewhat lacking, the length was quite satisfactory.

Glenn began to stir, and immediately felt Amys presence on his rising manhood. He began to snort rapidly as the encroaching orgasm came upon more explosively than anything he had ever experienced before, including the fantastic blow jobs his secretary frequently gave. As she began to flood his engulfed genitals with her altered nectar, he gave a forceful grunt and rolled over onto her delicate frame, fulling impaling her in the soft muck by the waters’ edge. She tried to scream, but all the air was forced from her, and she had to struggle just to keep alive as he began to grind his hips into her. Unwittingly, Glen had just given Amy her freedom, for as the pressure of his weight continued to crush against her pelvis, the creature within feared for its life and hers, and fled into the nearby lake, where the large trout that had earlier consumed its’ fertilized counterpart, promptly ate it. Unable to mutate in the aliens water filled environment, the life form could not adapt and degenerated into a fine dust that was eventually discharged to settled into the quagmire at the lakes bottom.

In a growing state of sullen remorse, Bill literally stumbled over the Glen while returning to his cabin. At first he thought he had discovered a new life form that inhabited Crystal Lake, until his flashlight beam caught the crack of his behind. Embarrassed, Glen struggled to regain his composure, giving Amy the time she needed to escape, leaving a perfect outline of her backside in the muck. Without even a word of warning to Glen, Bill grabbed the trembling figure that had captured his heart, and gently escorted her back to his cabin. There would be plenty of time to inform the towns’ people of her whereabouts on the morrow. For now, she needed a warm bath, and a good nights rest. As he eased her across the threshold of the ranger station, he turned to hear a string of profanities coming from Glen as he swam across the lake, and wondered why she had wanted him.

Easing her down in his favorite rocking chair by the fireplace, he quickly started a roaring fire and began to heat water for her bath. Taking her limp hand in his, he caressed it gently, remembering the times they had shared before and hoping, somehow, that within these memories, she would find room for him in her life. She sat quietly without moving, her face had a blank stare and her eyes were focused a million light years away. The trembling had ceased for now, but her arms hung lifelessly to her sides, and her toes were curled tightly under her delicate feet. She reminded Bill of a vagrant, without hope, who was just barely living and waiting for the inevitable. As soon as the water came to a boil, he poured it into the large tub, and filled the remainder with collected rainwater, insuring it remained comfortably warm. He stepped back over to her lifeless form, and guided her over and into the inviting water.

As the steam drifted past her uncovered breasts and delicate features, life began to slowly return to her eyes. She began to move independently and suddenly became aware of her nakedness. Turning his back to her, he warmed a bowl of stew in the fire and sat on the bearskin rug directly in front of the roaring flames awaiting her return to the comfort of the rocker. He heard her rise from the bath water, and heard her bare feet on the wooden floorboards as he extended the warm stew towards her without looking. Completely avoiding his extended arm she sat beside him on the floor wrapped only in the towel, with her hair dripping and tangled around the sides of her face. He moved his head towards her and she met him in a kiss as the towel slipped from her hand and onto the carpet. Later they would remember that night as the beginning of their lives together.

Seventy miles downstream, Tony had just completed his shower, and was getting ready to relax in front of the TV to his favorite program; "Wild Kingdom," when the urge hit him. Standing in front of the barren porcelain bowl, he had to force the stream to start only to feel the splash of water on his legs as the first oversized droplets of urine hit the icy water. Hearing a high pitched, yet barely audible scream, he peered into the bowl to find a transparent undulating sphere churning the water into a froth. Without hesitation, he grabbed the lever, and watched the water disappear into the cities sewer system. The creature would barely remember the journey, succumbing to the many toxins it encountered, as it made its way to the sea.

Glen reclined in his office chair, and fingered the intercom to his secretary. She arrived moments later, and positioned herself between his legs, to suck on the shrunken member she had become so familiar with. Her tongue worked a magic ballet over the sensitive areas of his glans, bringing him to the brink of an orgasm quickly, as she always did. He grunted and grabbed his ballsack, as the frothy white cream coated her throat and filled her mouth with a pungent taste that almost gagged her outright. He tasted somehow different this morning, and would not realize the extent until later in the evening as she rolled off the exhausted body of her lover, and saw the large glob of translucent goo clinging to his battered manhood.





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