The Unknown - Three Friends and the (...) Starship (21) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

THREE FRIENDS AND THE (IMPERIAL) SPACE-ELF STARSHIP

Part 21 - Metamorphosis. (Censored becuse PATREON)

The rhythm was constant, unstoppable, cruel, slow, repetitive and addictive. Paola felt it relentlessly, in her mouth, and between her legs, front and back. Undulating, frenetic, painful, ecstatic, but too slow to for her to reach climax.

And paradoxically, she also felt it rhythmically inside and outside her whole body, almost brutally. With each new change of movement, she felt like she was about to fall into the edge of an infinite abyss.

So close... but so unreachable.

Totally enclosed in that egg-shaped pod. Completely submerged in a thick viscous substance that, despite shining, plunged her into an overwhelming claustrophobic darkness. Her eyes were rolled back in constant arousal.

The specialized tentacle connected to her life-support system kept her alive, allowing her to breathe while simultaneously delivering the mutagen into her body. Through the same biological interface, the alien substance spread deeper into her internal systems, accelerating the transformation that was reshaping her.

Paola could no longer hear the sweet voice of Her Empress. Now she could only hear the orders given to her by the Rebellious Princess. Orders to do something important, mischievous, to do defiant things to anger The Empress. To defy her.

But above all, to stop her influence throughout the universe in order to overthrow her. And to do that, she would have to get rid of each and every one of the faithful who served her.

Paola's suit no longer felt like her second skin. Now it felt like her prison, like a cocoon. Tighter. As if it were reshaping her body. At the same time, she stopped feeling her body as she had until now. She was still hot, agitated, excited. But it wasn't like the body of flesh and blood she had had until now.

Paola was being forced to swallow that strange mutagen at reached her mouth with each undulation after undulation. With a steady rhythm that accelerated at the same pace as her heartbeat. And at the same pace, she felt her fertile pussy filling up little by little, at the same speed, but with smaller amounts. The amount that spilled into her well rounded rear was greater.

The pleasure was as intense as the pain. And even more addictive than the first transformation the Imperial suit had made her undergo. As the mutagen did its job, Paola's brain became primitive.

Paola's memories were slowly fading away due to the perfect combination of the two. Everything that once had made her human was now erased. Her memories were being wiped out. Every trace of culture was being removed. What made her afraid was eliminated.

And not only did her brain regress into something more primitive, but her body also became brutish. Returning to a Species long eradicated due to its dangerousness, instability, and difficulty to control.

Her muscles and bones became cartilaginous. Then they turned into a compact, transparent viscosity, contained within the indestructible suit. Something of the Old Evil emerged from the pod. With...

No visible organs...

No apparent brain...

Designed to die...

Like a mayfly that starves to death because it has no stomach...

With a destructive obsession...

With a single desire...

TO DESTROY EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WHO STANDS IN ITS WAY!

to be continued...