Prompt: Infectious egg-laying.
tags: flash fiction, mind control, nsfw
art by Jill
Dana had found it, only 10 meters beneath the surface of the water—an egg, or a pearl, or a gem of some sort, half a meter across and so strikingly iridescent that it almost hurt to look at it. Staci cooed over how pretty it was and immediately demanded all three of them gather around to take a selfie, “for the ‘gram.” Even the quiet, nerdy Evelyn—congenial enough, but out of place on this Spring Break boating adventure—was enamored, pulling out one of the naturalist guides she had smuggled in her luggage to see if she could identify where it came from.
They tacitly agreed that with Dana’s discovery, diving was done for the day, and so the three friends gathered at the end of the yacht, beers in hand, to relax and chat. Dana started to talk about classes for the next semester, and Staci tried to babble about just how many new followers her pics were getting, but eventually they trailed off into a contented silence, watching the sun sink into the waves.
But they weren’t watching the sunset, not any longer. It was in the evening twilight that they realized the Egg—there was an unspoken understanding that it was the Egg, now—glowed with a warm bioluminescence, its surface shifting from one beautiful, unintelligible pattern to another. Their eyes were drawn to it, and their thoughts and words soon followed.
“It’s so beautiful,” Evelyn murmured, her book slipping from her hands, unnoticed.
“It’s… it’s… yeah.” Staci tried to add something cogent and failed. She didn’t return to looking at her phone, either, her eyes glazing over as she stared ahead.
“Its surface… I think it’s oozing or… or something?” Dana spoke up, a sense of worry disturbing her mindless bliss. “Is it leaking?”
She tried to look over at Evelyn to confirm and found she couldn’t; despite her worries, she simply didn’t want to look away. But she could hear the nerdy girl respond, a noise somewhere between an affirmative grunt and a contented sigh. “Probably some sort of, uh, some sort of… reaction to the air?”
The Egg’s “shell” was definitely doing something, its iridescent surface now dripping onto the deck in long, viscous strands, staining the wood underneath. “We should throw it back overboard,” Dana declared, fortifying herself with her unease. She might not want to look away, but she could stand—and she did, rising to take one halting step after another toward the wonderful, beautiful Egg. She grasped it, too, fully intent on doing as she planned—
—but it was just so wonderful, and so beautiful, and so, so warm to the touch. She ran her hands through the goo, luxuriating in its thick heat, appreciating how her hands looked as the alien substance crept higher.
And then Evelyn and Staci were there, too, helping massage the beautiful ooze into her flesh, spreading its beauty over her limbs, pulling off her clothes to spread it further, to spread it deeper, into every part of her body and soul.
“The Egg…” Dana started, but that wasn’t right, not any longer. “The Envoy has chosen us.”
“The Envoy has chosen us,” the other two echoed, their voices peaceful and happy. All three were naked now, eyes lidded and flesh glowing with their master’s symbols.
But even as its coloring and luminescence had grown more intense, the Envoy had shrunk in size, reforming into three smaller versions of itself. Staci now picked one up in her hand, guiding the glowing egg to her pussy, sliding it along her slick lips. “I will be the tongue of the Envoy,” Staci intoned. “I will find us followers.”
Evelyn was next. It clearly took the girl every ounce of restraint to not glide the egg straight into her pussy, but the alien intelligence guiding their thoughts and actions demanded ritual. “I will be the eyes of the Envoy,” she said. “I will find us knowledge.”
Dana felt herself reach out for the final piece of the Envoy—her piece, the part that would soon become her. The part that would take root and grow inside of her, that would empower her and change her and bring her so, so, so much pleasure.
“And I will be the crown of the Envoy,” she said inevitably, strength and purpose filling her. “I will speak for the masters that sent the Envoy, and prepare the way for their coming.”
I’ve made a promise to my patrons to start creating more flash fiction, to help us all get through this trying time. Toward this end, I’ve been taking short prompts from my patrons—in this case, from loyal stalwart SixArmedSweater—that I can turn into 500 to 1,000 word scenes.
I did not intend to have art to go with this story, but the incredible Jill wanted to help people feel better, too, and surprised me with a sketch of the characters! She did such a wonderful job that I know exactly who is who, without even asking.