~BBW, ~XWG, Aliens - A symbiotic alien, far from home, finds a new partner.
Chapter 1
The Beloa waited, up in the earthling construction called a tree, waiting for something. It felt naked without its armor, its home, its life support. But it needed another body, it was dying, and it needed the other half of the mind and the body for it to survive.
The cold weather was beginning to freeze its tiny body up, and if it didn't find someone to fuse with, then its ship will be turned against others of its kind by the humans. It had studied them enough to know they were a barbarian people, well intentioned, but crude and unsophisticated...
And here comes one now: She was not a perfect host, young, tall, and strong; but far, far, far too small. The Beloa knew that to operate the armor, she needed to be bigger- much bigger. Carefully, it inched its way around on the tree, the timing had to be perfect, and it had to be done now. Dropping down, the Beloa sent a prayer to its gods, hoping that its judgment was right.
Natasha Matriski felt the back of her head. Something squishy had landed on it. Looking around, she saw a few crows flying off into the distance. Great, she thought, thats what happens if I dont bring a hat. She walked on to the village shed be meeting her parents in- the nearby village of Holsoki. A nice winter vacation in the Urals, they'd said. She was cold, annoyed and had just had something squishy fall on top of her.
The village came into sight, rustic and ancient, with only one pub. She squinted into the distance; she could just make out her parents at the door of their place, smiling and waving. Suddenly, she felt ravenous, hungry beyond all memory.
What she couldn't see, however, was the back of her head, slowly started to turn blue.
Continued in post #3.
The Beloa
By Irish Bard
(back to good old xwg)
By Irish Bard
(back to good old xwg)
Chapter 1
The Beloa waited, up in the earthling construction called a tree, waiting for something. It felt naked without its armor, its home, its life support. But it needed another body, it was dying, and it needed the other half of the mind and the body for it to survive.
The cold weather was beginning to freeze its tiny body up, and if it didn't find someone to fuse with, then its ship will be turned against others of its kind by the humans. It had studied them enough to know they were a barbarian people, well intentioned, but crude and unsophisticated...
And here comes one now: She was not a perfect host, young, tall, and strong; but far, far, far too small. The Beloa knew that to operate the armor, she needed to be bigger- much bigger. Carefully, it inched its way around on the tree, the timing had to be perfect, and it had to be done now. Dropping down, the Beloa sent a prayer to its gods, hoping that its judgment was right.
Natasha Matriski felt the back of her head. Something squishy had landed on it. Looking around, she saw a few crows flying off into the distance. Great, she thought, thats what happens if I dont bring a hat. She walked on to the village shed be meeting her parents in- the nearby village of Holsoki. A nice winter vacation in the Urals, they'd said. She was cold, annoyed and had just had something squishy fall on top of her.
The village came into sight, rustic and ancient, with only one pub. She squinted into the distance; she could just make out her parents at the door of their place, smiling and waving. Suddenly, she felt ravenous, hungry beyond all memory.
What she couldn't see, however, was the back of her head, slowly started to turn blue.
Continued in post #3.
