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The Broken Ghost	By : Ovipositivity Category: +S through Z > Starcraft Views: 17290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Broken Ghost
- 2-Morales Meets Her Match
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“Man down!”

At the signal, Lieutenant Rosa Morales dropped her combat visor into the locked position, readied her sterilizer beam, and activated her suit’s Caduceus reactor. Servomotors whined and thrummed as her suit’s actuators hissed into life. She flexed one arm, and the heavy exo-suit flexed with her. Morales grinned and ran forward. Her heavy boots splashed through thick purple creep mold as, Marine escort at her side, she advanced through the hive cluster.

It was the third day of the Reclamation of Aiur. A joint terran/protoss force-- something that would have been unheard of in Morales’s UED days-- had taken over thirty percent of the planet’s surface already and were grinding steadily onward. It was all hands on deck for this push. Valerian Mengsk and Marshal Raynor were leading, the one on the Hyperion in geosynchronous orbit, the other pounding the ground with the rest of the grunts. Morales had heard that advance agents had been on the ground for months already, though that was merely a rumor, and highly classified at that. She had had her hands full from the very first landing. Aiur was turning out to be a meat grinder like no other. She was running low on everything from narcostabs to synthflesh, and her suit’s reactor was redlining. It didn’t matter. Those jarheads out there depended on her, and Lieutenant Rosa Morales wasn’t going to let them down.

Up ahead, the tunnel opened out into a wide cavern. Torn and burst zerg bodies littered the ground. Between them were many-- too many!-- terran marines, some groaning in agony, others lying still and cold. Other medics moved among them grimly triaging and treating those they could. Some were receiving the only treatment they had left from their fellow Marines. Morales looked away, mouth tight. This was a hard war, but a necessary one. The zerg had to be brought down once and for all.

Morales kneeled next to the closest marine. A foot and a half of hydralisk spine pinned him to the cave floor through his shoulder. He was in shock, his eyes glazed, mouth opening and closing. A quick scan told Morales this wasn’t as bad as it looked. The bone was broken, but the arm could probably be saved. She threaded a blood line into his other arm and flicked on her surgical cutter, neatly severing the spine where it emerged from his skin. She flexed one mechanically-augmented arm and pried him a half-inch off the floor, eliciting a groan of agony as his flesh tore. These spines were barbed and ripped their victims opened as they moved. “Shhhh, that’s ok,” Morales soothed, dosing him with Medisleep. He nodded off and she sliced through the other end of the spine and freed him from the floor. She sprayed sterilizing cream on the wound and wrapped it in synthflesh. The rest of the spine would have to be removed in a real surgical theater, but she’d done what she could. Signaling to her orderlies for a medevac, she moved on.

“Hey, Medic! We got a live one over here!” One of the Marines was calling from the other side of the room. “It’s bad, doc. Looks like a Ghost.”

Morales hurried across the room. Most Ghosts weren’t deployed to frontline operations. What had this one been up to? She found the waving marine over by one wall. Like most hive clusters, this one’s walls were living tissue, bristling with suppurating wounds, gnashing mouths and waving fronds of tentacles. Wrapped up in this one’s flesh was a human figure. One look told Morales more than she wanted to know. “Get out of here, soldier,” she said, gesturing. “Clear the room once triage is done. I’ll catch up.”

“You sure, ma’am?” replied the marine. “Can get a bit hairy all alone here.”

“This room is clear, isn’t it?” snapped Morales. “Go on, keep up with the advance. I’ll be fine here.” The marine’s visor snapped down and he saluted.

Morales had wanted him gone mostly for the privacy. This was a Ghost, a blonde female, and she had clearly been subjected to some serious trauma. Morales didn’t want galkers while she worked. This Ghost had been here a while, by the looks of it. Not part of the frontline at all. I don’t think I’m supposed to be seeing this. Morales used her cutting beam to sear away a bit of the tissue covering the Ghost, and recoiled.

The patient was a thin, pale woman with golden-blond hair. Her face was lovely, a narrow oval with full lips and a delicate, thin nose. She looked like she was sleeping, though neural scans showed low levels of activity. Beneath the zerg tissue, she was naked, though it was difficult to tell. Patches of creep mold covered her skin, making her face look like she was in the middle of a bad allergy outbreak. Her breasts were massive and pendulous and they trickled thin streams of radioactive green liquid as Morales watched. Her belly was enormously stretched, her belly-button inverted. Inside, as Morales watched, something glowed and pulsed. Her labia were red and swollen and dripped clear liquid. The woman’s lithe, shapely legs moved slightly, as though she was having a bad dream.

Morales laid an ultrasound scanner against her patient’s tummy and thumbed the switch. She turned on her suit’s recorder as well. This was something she had never seen before, and if she made it off Aiur she’d write it up in the Annals of Terran Biology.

“Subject appears to be a Terran female, late 20s, no ID. Approximately 1.92 meters in height, weight… difficult to speculate, due to distension, but approximately 82 kilograms. Subject presents with substantial Zerg dermal infection and massive distension of torso. Scan reveals…” Morales shuddered. “Unknown biomass, probably Zerg, present in rectum and colon. Biomass appears to be… eggs? Biomass present from cecum to anus, with trace amounts present in small intestine and stomach. This is the cause of the bloating. Subject appears to be unconscious. Taking blood and tissue samples now.”

She activated her servo-arms, which obediently collected samples for her. Morales’s mind was ablaze at this discovery. Were these larva eggs? Would moving the Ghost hatch them? Were they infesting her? A part of her-- the doctor part-- recognized that she had to remove these things, now. She didn’t relish the thought, but she’d have to get her speculum and forceps to operate. It seemed like a terrible invasion of the woman’s privacy, around all these marines, but she didn’t--

The Ghost’s eyes snapped open.

Morales stared down in shock. Time seemed to stand still. She knew she should call out, but the words wouldn’t form. The last of the marines were leaving this hive section with their injured colleagues, leaving the medic and her patient alone. The woman had the most gorgeous deep blue eyes… Morales could feel herself falling forward, drowning in them. They expanded to fill the world. The blueness surrounded and enveloped her. There was a buzzing in her ears, a vibration that set her teeth on edge. Unnoticed, a thin trickle of blood slid out of the medic’s ear and traced a delicate red line down her neck. She knelt there, unmoving, cradling the Ghost in her arms. Her suit alarms were all going off but she merely stared straight ahead.

The Ghost reached up. Her arms were thin and atrophied but they wrapped around Morales’s neck and pulled her down. The Ghost’s breath filled her nostrils with a sickly, alien scent, a rotten sweetness. Morales breathed it in and gulped unconsciously as sweat beaded on her forehead. She felt hot, all of a sudden. Her armor was stifling. She popped her visor and took a deep breath. The Ghost was pulling, pulling, and Morales could no more resist it than a wave could resist the tide. She leaned in and closed her eyes just as their lips met.

The feeling was unlike any kiss she had had before. Warmth exploded outward, expanding from Morales’s mouth to her head and then her whole body. Her tongue explored the other woman’s mouth, caressing, tickling, feeling every nook and cranny. Something tickled her face and she giggled before taking a deep inhale through her nose, unwilling to break the kiss even for oxygen. Her heart pounded in her chest and her mind raced. Visions filled it unbidden: the two of them wading naked through a vast purple sea, bellies swollen and jiggling. The Ghost sitting crowned on a throne of thorns, Morales suckling from one perfect breast. A woman’s face, once human, now a creature of barbs and blades.

When they finally broke apart, Morales was panting heavily. The Ghost smiled beatifically up at her, then bent her knees and stood. It seemed impossible: compared to the lush fullness of her breasts and belly, her limbs were withered and thin, yet they supported her weight. Tendrils of creep spiraled up and around her limbs and grew in patterns across her exposed flesh. She extended one hand down and Morales took it without thinking. Her suit’s motors whined as the Ghost pulled her to her feet.

Acting on autopilot, the medic began to disengage her suit seals. Warning klaxons blared in her helmet but she ignored them as the vacuum seals hissed open. Looking at her visor, she saw her face reflected. She was flushed and dripping with sweat, and patches of creep mold were already growing on her cheek and forehead. That would have terrified her before, but now it felt exhilarating. She was on the cusp of something, some great transformation, and she willed herself into it. The last of her armor clattered on the floor and she stood naked before Nova Terra.

How do I know that? How do I know her name?

Morales had always had a sharp mind, but it took more than medical knowledge to serve in the UED’s Medic Corps. She was a strong girl, always had been, with thick, muscular thighs and broad shoulders. She was short and stocky, but her figure had gotten her more than her share of attention at the Academy-- she was shapely and curvaceous, with a round bubble butt that had only grown from her daily exercise regimen and massive, teardrop-shaped breasts. Her skin was dark caramel, her hair close-cropped and brown. She had been self-conscious about her tummy flab and fat ass next to the sculpted beauties like… well, like the one standing before her. Of course, Nova may have been beautiful in her youth, but in her ravaged state it was hard to see her that way. Her pendulous breasts swayed gently back and forth, still drizzling the strange fluid, and her mammoth belly hung down. Her atrophied limbs creaked and twitched as she regarded the other woman with an inhuman gaze.

At least she seemed to reach a decision. She stepped forward and cupped one hand around the back of Morales’s head, pushing her forward. The medic was too shocked to react, as her mouth was guided to the taller woman’s nipple. She closed her lips around it and began to suck. Immediately a sweet, tart liquid began to flow into her mouth. She gulped it down eagerly. Her tongue probed Nova’s nipple. She flicked it once, then slowly circumnavigated it. The Ghost’s fingers curled through her hair and pressed her closer. With her other hand, Nova reached into between Lieutenant Morales’s legs. Her long, delicate fingers slid between the medic’s pussy lips and began to gently rub in a semi circle. Her thumb grazed Morales’s clit and the medic shuddered at the intensity of the sensation. She could feel her thighs growing slick as Nova slid two fingertips into her quim. They felt soft, so soft, and they moved at just the right speed, sliding along her velvety inner walls in search of her most sensitive spots. Morales moaned around the nipple in her mouth as Nova sped up. She quivered in anticipation as she felt her orgasm approaching. As if sensing it, Nova suddenly backed off, and Morales’s disappointment was so intense she nearly cried. She yearned for release. She needed it! She took her mouth off the nipple and prepared to beg.

Nova shushed her with a finger-- one still slick with Lieutenant Morales’s juices. She slid it between the medic’s lips with a smirk and Morales sucked eagerly, relishing her own taste. She didn’t understand what had gotten into her! Back at the Academy, her preference for women had been an open secret, and while she had carried on an affair or two, her dedication to classes-- not to mention her hour of daily gym time-- had scared off more than one potential suitor. Morales hadn’t cared. She had been a career-minded woman even then and figured that marriage and family could wait until after she cycled out. With the boys, she had always matched them bawdy joke for bawdy joke and drink for drink. She hit on bar girls more than anyone! But here she was, melting for this blonde stick figure… she buried her doubts. Something was happening here and Rosa Morales was just a passenger. She’d just have to see where this ride went.
Inside Nova’s body, something catastrophic was happening. Biological processes that had lain dormant for month gurgled into fitful life. She had been pupating in the wall, cocooned in fecundity, and now whatever transformation she had been undergoing was nearly complete. Cell division shifted into overdrive. Muscles buckled and organs twisted and deformed as new orifices opened inside her, tough Zerg flesh threading through her soft human body. Nova extracted her finger and stepped back. She groaned-- the first vocalization Morales had heard her make-- and stood with her legs apart and her fists balled. She trembled with effort, and something moved inside her stomach. Morales thought she had imagined it, but there it was again-- a wave of motion, a flexure under the skin. Nova’s swollen pussy lips twitched and parted as something slithered out from inside her.

It was a tube, about twelve inches long and curved upward. It was dark, livid purple, threaded with veins of violet creep mold. It bore regular bulges every couple of inches, so that it looked more like a series of threaded spheres than anything else. The tip twitched and Morales saw that it bore a narrow aperture which winked open and shut before her eyes.

For the first time since the experience had begun, Morales felt fear. She was skewered on Nova’s hypnotic gaze, unable to move or look away. The Ghost’s hands fell heavily on her shoulders and pulled her closer. Unable to resist, Morales watched as the tube moved on its own, creeping upward. It grazed her own nether lips and she yelped in terror. Nova released her grip with one hand and reached down, gripping the tube along the base and guiding it upward and inward.

Words echoed in Morales’s mind. She was as sure that Nova had said them as she was that she hadn’t heard them: they had arrived directly in her brain.

Embrace this. I bring you the gift of new life.

Nova’s unnatural appendage slid into Lieutenant Morales’s cunt with a wet slopping sound. Instantly she felt full, stretched. As each of the bulges slipped past her outer lips they sent a tremor of pleasure through her body. She had always preferred to do the penetrating when in bed with a partner, but she could not deny the tingles of electric warmth she was feeling. Deeper and deeper the tube slid into her, rubbing against her walls, filling her up. She moaned slightly. Some instinct made her bring her arms up and wrap them around Nova, holding her close. She buried her head in between the Ghost’s enormous breasts and took a deep, shuddering breath as she felt her innermost depths plumbed by the invader.

Soon, the tube halted. Morales knew where it was: its tip had grazed her cervix. Still, Nova held her close, and she felt a pressure building. She bit her lip, knowing what was coming next. The pain she had expected, but she was not prepared for the explosion of ecstasy that filled her mind when Nova pushed through into her womb. Her delayed orgasm hit her all at once, juddering her limbs, making her eyes roll back into her head, making her tongue loll and flop out of her open mouth. She stood there for a moment, impaled on Nova’s enormous growth, before she felt another wave of movement.

A kind of peristalsis was rippling along the tube. Morales looked down in time to see the bulges sliding down it like food down a hungry man’s gullet. Deep inside her, something warm and sticky plopped into her womb. She gasped as the full impact of what she was seeing hit her. She was being impregnated! By a Zerg, no less, even if it still resembled the human it had been! She thought of fleeing, but the idea was ludicrous; there was no escape from this. For some reason, her situation didn’t seem that bad. Why not stay here forever, join the hive, and live with this beautiful scarecrow? That’s not you! That’s not your thought! Fight it! The voice inside was tiny and far away, and easy to ignore. Morales pushed it down and away.

The pleasure was building to a crescendo as the second egg was deposited next to its sibling. Morales reached one arm down and felt her tummy, marveling at how it was already tenting upward. The eggs sliding into her were like the best ribbed toy she had ever used, hitting her G-spot over and over. She could feel her thighs growing weak as she came again and again, moaning and sighing, curling her toes and fluttering her eyelashes. Her breath was growing hoarse and ragged and still the eggs continued their inexorable journey. Her belly swelled up enormously, mirroring Nova’s. Morales saw that her partner had shrunk noticeably throughout the process, and looked down. Her own stomach was massively engorged. The surface was vaguely bumpy, the only sign that she was swollen not with her own child but with a host of Zerg young. Inside her she could feel the eggs jiggling and settling. The ovipositor withdrew from her; as she felt it slithering backwards through her slick fuck-channel, she squeezed her vaginal muscles, hoping to milk one last orgasm out of her partner. She groaned as the wave of pleasure broke against her brain, drowning her higher processes in a damp, sticky tide.

As the ovipositor left her with a wet pop, Morales’s knees buckled. Nova neatly caught her and laid her gently against the hive wall, which was already growing a set of constrictor tentacles to bind her. Nova was aware that the battle above was going badly, and they might have to retreat. That would be fine with her. The Mistress of Blades would conduct her and her new protege to safety if need be. For now, she needed rest. The implantation had taken a lot out of her and her enhanced ovaries were already hard at work producing more eggs. For her part, Morales rested in a half-awake fugue state, her mind wracked with bliss. As the wall of zerg tissue closed around her, she reached out with one arm. Nova took her hand and squeezed, and received a reassuring squeeze back. It would be good, she thought, not to be alone.
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