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Alien Life, Part 1 (Man to Alien Impregnated Woman TG)
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By FoxFaceStories
A Commission for Al
The explorer ship Tiresias is nearing the end of its voyage when it is suddenly rerouted to check out a strange signal emanating from the surface of one of the moons of Jupiter. Liam Macklin is a young engineer on the ship, which has a complement of only six. But when he is the one to uncover a strange artefact, his life is changed forever. Slowly, as they voyage back to Mars, his body begins to feminise, in order to better house the new alien life that is growing within him . . .
Alien Life
Part 1: The Crystal
The crew of the research vessel Tiresias knew something funny was up when the Cap called for a meeting at 0300 hours. Not that time meant too much in the vast, cold vacuum of space: three of the five of them were already awake and tinkering about. Still, it seemed an ominous sign as they filed into the shared space that operated as their meeting room, their relaxation space, and their kitchen. The lack of gravity meant that they initially floated to the tube that led to the space, then switched to using the handholds to clamber down properly. The circular centrifugal nature of the room itself meant that they were on steadier feet once at the end of the tube. It ran parallel to the rest of the ship via this arm, and so was one of the few spaces where their bones could feel that ordinary weight, even if it was only half of Earth’s norm.
“Come take a seat everyone,” Captain Leo Hardigan said as they descended the ladder one by one, adjusting to the return of gravity. “You’ll want to be sitting to hear this.”
He was in his fifties, silver-haired and gruff, with a slightly pockmarked face from a childhood disease. He had a pragmatic, no-nonsense way about him, but he was generally a stickler for rules, the kind that wanted a job done well and done right so they could all go home. But something about his demeanour told the crew that there had been a complication.
The crew sat, grumbling and sipping from their bulbs of coffee, the kind that wouldn’t let the liquid float off in zero-grav. There were only five others on the ship - it wasn’t an immense vessel - and all of them were male. The pilot, Petyr Ivanovich, had relentlessly He was a tall, blonde, handsome figure who was an excellent womaniser, when there were women actually around. There was a reason there were numerous pinup posters of gorgeous half-naked models above his bunk. Even now, he was shuffling his trademark pack of cards with naked ladies on their backing, ready for a poker rematch with the ship’s doctor Samwell Katz. The doctor had just woken up and was rubbing his eyes before adjusting his glasses. He looked as if he needed the coffees of every other individual on board to stay awake, but then he always looked tired, even more than the captain despite being in his forties: a full decade younger. The premature baldness setting in was evidence of his workaholic nature.
“What is this about?” he said.
“Yeah, I was having real sweet dreams of returning to Mars,” Adam Kim added. He was one of the scientists on board - a geologist and physicist both, and a real joker. He was already tossing Petyr a chip to indicate that chore duties were in the betting pool for the next poker game. “Don’t tell me Liam’s screwed up the air systems . . . again.”
There was a humorous laugh from the group, borne up by Adam’s charming smile. He was half-Korean, with dark hair that was somehow always perfectly styled even in the lack of grav. He grinned at the reception to his joke, though Liam Macklin certainly didn’t.
“I told you,” he said, “that was a filtration issue caused by the Mars mechanics. I was lucky to have caught it. It wasn’t my issue. Blame them, not me.”
Adam just whistled and gave a ‘ooooh!’, eliciting another laugh from Petyr. Liam scowled. He was used to this treatment, but always hated it. He was the youngest of the crew, and not by a small margin either. He was only twenty four years old, whereas the next youngest was Adam at thirty three, and then Petyr at thirty four. Still, despite being a little bit wide in the face and plain looking with his short brown hair, he was indeed a damn fine engineer and mechanic. He had to be, to have gotten on the ship at his age. It was just a shame that being so young also made him the butt of all the ‘baby’ jokes.
“Calm down, kiddo,” Petyr said. “We’re just having a laugh. You’ll feel better when we’re back in port and you can finally enjoy the touch of a woman for the first time.”
“Shut up, Petyr.”
Petyr shrugged, and continued to shuffle his cards. Adam whispered something in his ear and the raucous pair laughed, making Liam fume.
It was Abel Rotar who turned the discussion back. He was in his sixties, with a thick grey moustache and a portly manner that had not dissipated much even on their months-long journey. A serious man, he was the leading scientist who had worked to obtain the necessary samples from Europa that was part of his scientific mission. He was, in many ways, the ‘money’ of the mission due to his connection to the Mars Academy of Science. It also made him quite the grump.
“Captain, can you tell us why we are having this infernal meeting instead of sleeping, before these young bickering fools all give me a headache?”
Captain Hardigan nodded. He had been waiting out their usual fun and games himself. He flicked on the screen on the wall and indicated to the star map it was showing.
“We’ve just received an Override Command from Olympus Base.”
“You’re kidding,” Petyr said. “That never happens.”
“Well, I’m sorry to say it’s happened. You all know the rules. Every spacefaring vessel - public or corporate - is required to investigate a potential anomalous reading within a reasonable distance of its flight path should the government deem it so. It just so happens that we’ve been ordered to turn back and check something on Ganymede. Which means another four months has been added to our trip, since we’ll have to turn back.”
Adam and Abel exchanged a shocked glance. The rest of the crew were understandably annoyed, but for the two scientists, there was something excitable in the air.
“To check out what?” Adam asked, for once being serious.
“A signal of some kind,” Captain Hardigan said. His brow furrowed. “Something possibly extraterrestrial in origin.”
There was a long pause. Doctor Katz nodded slowly, as if taking this all in.
“Well, I suppose we better check those air filtration systems again, Liam. Just in case.”
“Oh, come off it!”
***
Ganymede was frigid, cold, and boring to anyone that wasn’t Adam Kim, who delighted in being able to see the grooved surface of the ice-rock moon of Jupiter up close.
“I’ve never seen it!” he exclaimed across the comm. “It’s remarkable! Look at these formations!”
“Yes,” Petyr complained on the comm from the ship in orbit. “Lots of hills. Oh, and a mound. Is that a plain? Ah, and rocks. Lots of rocks. God, it’s going to be an extra two months before I see a pair of tits now. What I wouldn’t give to have a fine woman to fuck on this crew.”
“Get off the comm, Petyr,” came the Captain’s voice. “Adam, are you close to the site? We’re getting a bit of interference from the signal.”
Adam checked his readings on the scanner. He wasn’t so used to being kitted out in the full astronaut gear in all its bulk, and neither was Abel Rotar beside him. The pair fumbled about until finally Liam took the device from them.
“I’ll do it,” he said, pressing his helmet against Adam’s. “Thank God you’ve got me here now, huh? No whining about my expertise now?”
“We defer to you utterly, mighty engineer,” Adam joked. “This is your realm, after all.”
Liam knew the compliment was feigned, but he grinned all the same. He had leapt at the chance to prove himself, as he always had. Some might have called it brash, but there were only so many crewmen to spare to check out the signal, and the Captain wasn’t as rated for missions like this as he would have liked to have admitted. The doc had erupted into a big argument with Hardigan over his blood pressure readings and likelihood of stroke while doing surface entry without a proper landing pad. It was probably being too cautious, but the captain had relented. By the book it was, and so Liam had his chance to finally throw off the jokes and actually make a difference on a mission.
“We’re just three hundred metres away,” he said, turning the scanner around. “But getting some interference. Follow with me and try to keep your jumps like mine. We’re not dealing with Earth grav here.”
“Just make sure to get out of our way when we arrive at it,” Abel reminded him gruffly, but Liam ignored this, bounding ahead. This was his moment, he knew. When everything could come together, and he could have stories to swap and tell that Petyr couldn’t pivot to talking about all his own sexual conquests or Adam couldn’t just turn into some annoying hazing prank. No, he was effectively the leader on this expedition, as far as he was concerned. Abel Rotar may have been in charge, but he was the team engineer. He was the one keeping them alive on the surface. If anyone had a right to be there when they accessed whatever this signal was, it was him.
“It’s in a crater,” he marvelled as they moon-bounced closer. The sight of Jupiter above them was brilliant, but there wasn’t enough light to illuminate the dark space they saw before them. He switched their lights on remotely and passed back to the captain and crew that they would attempt a descent.
“Well, what’s the hold up?” Adam asked. “Are we taking a fiver for a dinner date?”
“Just getting the coils out, unless you want to remain stuck in the crater making bad jokes?”
“Ah. Proceed.”
Even Abel snorted. Five minutes later they were descending, their suit lights illuminating the dark space of the crater. It was quite deep, deeper than most craters, and with an impact circumference that was not as wide as it should have been. The scientists remarked on this, Adam especially, and Liam eventually dimmed their comms a little. When they arrived at the surface, it was easily thirty metres down from the lip, a surprising span. The signal was making haywire of their equipment by this point, which only increased the fascination of the three-man team. They spread out, trying to ascertain the signal’s source.
What followed was a rather boring disappointment: rather than any immediate discovery, Abel and Adam simply spent over an hour moving from spot to spot on the crater, investigating the slightly anomalous crater surface and trying to see what was causing the interference. Far from feeling like a team leader, Liam was quickly banished from their presence, having nothing to do but check their oxygen, secure the coils, and otherwise look for anything odd, of which there was startlingly little. After a time, he literally took to kicking the occasional rock, letting them half-float and fall into the distance.
“What an amazing discovery this is,” Petyr said over the comms. “Definitely worth holding off on seeing all the pretty girls at the Dela Veta bar. There’s one there with big, rip-”
“Off the comms, Petyr, now.”
“Aye aye, Captain. Just fantasising, Captain.”
“One more hour, gentlemen. Then we put this ‘discovery’ behind us. Make sure to wrangle the scientists, Liam.”
“Will do, sir,” he said, though his voice betrayed his utter annoyance. He stood, sighing, and continued to check the perimeter. Adam and Abel were in some deep discussion about irregularities in the crater, and some of the metals and seams being formed in interesting ways. It was all very boring, so he went to the edge of the crater opposite them and examined its steepest slope. Liam ran his gloved hand across it, wiping at the texture of the rock. It just felt like that: rock. Rock and nothing more. He continued to walk, running his glove across that rock like a child, impatient and eager to leave. In many ways, he was proving that he was the youngest of the group in this way.
But then he felt something.
His hand stopped. All of him stopped. Moondust spiralled away from his glove on one section of the wall to reveal something crystalline and blue. Something glowing.
“Uh, guys? Adam? Rotar? I’ve found someth-”
Suddenly, the crystal glowed brightly, shining directly into his helmet. A coursing of power emanating from the crystal and seemingly poured into his suit. Liam screamed as the crystal actually grew outwards, digging into the wrist of his suit. Air burst from the breach, and the automatic systems within clamped down on his arm, tight. His heart raced out of control as the pressure change caused his arm to go painfully numb. The suit sealed, but the crystal shards were still digging in like faintly glowing blue veins. He pulled back, terrified, but in the moment of slow-fall something entered his blood stream, and his vision changed.
To Be Continued . . .
