[M4F] The Collective
Space. Or rather, *emptiness*.
That was what the thing felt. That was its entire being. It had known joy, once. Maybe. Unless it hadn't, and it had just convinced itself that it did. No. If it did that, that would be worse, and it would make it much more painful.
The thing knew pain. Pain was a measure of emptiness. It could be charted like a kind of map over an eternity of ever steadily increasing pain. There were lows of fear, and troughs of loneliness that gave the pain a colour and a flavour. Yet it was all still emptiness.
Until it wasn't.
The woman urgently climbed out from the passenger side of the old pickup truck that had pulled up at the edge of the road that bordered a corn field. She slid down the small incline and dashed off into the thicket of green stalks, quickly disappearing from view.
It was night, and both cloudy skies and a lack of streetlights conspired to pain the darkness in the deepest of blacks. A man, still in the driver's seat and struggling with a seatbelt, was calling out to the woman from an open window. It didn't matter. She wouldn't return. The woman had spotted something she had described only as incredible, at a loss to provide it with any other label, and had all but grabbed the steering wheel of the truck in her insistence that they stop so she could investigate.
She had found the source of her amazement and she fell to her knees, crawling closer to see it more clearly. Closer. *Closer*. Her face tantalisingly close. Not yet. Not. Yet. Now!
The woman's eyes opened wide, her mouth opened to scream and...
Seb called her name out again as he fished a heavy flashlight from a toolbox secured in the back, climbed up onto the hood, and shone it out into the field in an effort to find her. He hadn't seen what she had seen. But he hadn't exactly been looking either, his eyes on the road where they were supposed to be. He'd had to pull over because she'd been frantic in her insistence to find what she had seen, and he really hoped that he wouldn't have to go down into the corn field to go find her.
He would, of course. If she didn't respond in another minute. He'd have to. He'd-
"Hey," she said, looking up at him on the hood from the road beside the truck.
He let out a shocked shout, feeling like his heart had given out for a moment in abject terror as she seemingly appeared soundlessly from nowhere. His torch shone down into her eyes, and her arm came up to shield them from the blinding light.
"Shit, sorry." He muttered in apology, clicking the torch back off.
"Take me home?" She begged, a deep yearning in her voice as if she would give anything to be granted that one request.
"Yeah. Yeah, of course." Seb muttered back, jumping down off the hood and climbing back into the drivers side, patting the seat next to him when she remained standing next to the open passenger door.
It was one of those older style seats, the kind that are just that one long evenly padded bench that you could conceivably jam four, or even five, people in if someone sat in an others lap and everyone shared a seatbelt. Actually, the truck itself was old enough that it had been made before they started forcing computers into everything.
She climbed into the car, closing the door behind her, and scooting up the seat until she was right next to him only to lean against him with an audible sigh of relief.
"Oh, hey, hold on," He said gently, despite disturbing her momentarily as he pulled a crocheted blanket from the ledge of the back window behind him. He draped it over her, seemingly relishing its warmth before she settled her head back against his shoulder.
He started the car again, and they continued the drive home.
There were no words for what the thing felt. For what *She* felt. Or rather, there were, but there were so many words, too many to describe at once, all competing for primacy. Comfort. Joy. Peace. Appreciation. Safety. Warmth. Hunger. Want. Desire. Lust. Heat.
She twitched, causing him to jolt in turn, her internal monologue interrupted as it strayed very quickly down an unintentional path. Her heart fluttered inexplicably when he moved a hand from the steering wheel and down to her inner thigh. It didn't move any further, just resting on the soft flesh which in turn seemed to warm her further.
He had been the first Other to gift her warmth. It was so intimate and beautiful. Her eyes had started leaking. He had gifted a part of himself to her, this fibre of his being that had sunk within her body only to become part of her. He was hers now. She could feel his heat. Breathe him in. The pattern of friction dancing across the atoms as they danced as close as something could possibly get to one another as her body laid resting against his. She would keep him. He could be the Other. He would be Her Other. He...
She fell asleep, the adrenaline rush from the excitement of having form finally having crashed. Her mouth lolled open with soft snoring, and she began drooling onto his shoulder.
Seb parked the pickup truck on the dusty dirt driveway in front of the old farmhouse, easing Her out of the seat and into his arms. She was light enough, although it did mean he had to kick the door closed awkwardly, slightly disturbing her in the effort as he balanced precariously for a few moments. However, she remained asleep as he carried her inside to lay her down in his bed.
He peeled her clothes off as unobtrusively as he could manage, wanting to preserve her slumber, until she was just wearing her panties. Then he slipped the covers over her and made himself ready to sleep by her side.
She woke up when the morning light crept through a sliver of space between the closed curtains to the rooms only window. The sun was warm. She was warm. She was *hot*. Her hand slipped between her thighs, slipping under the waistband of her panties to find her delicate folds. Memories were beginning to integrate with her. Naughty thoughts. Desires. A hot, wet need.
She looked at the man next to her, still sleeping, his bare chest exposed as it lay out of the covers. Seb. Sebastian. Although he didn't like being called Sebastian, so everyone just called him Seb. Or they had, until he had moved out here.
Her fingers found her clit, and began to stir with gentle circles, her hips rolling as the pleasure washed through her. A pleasure she could never have envisioned. As more memories returned, she remembered the pleasure, but she had never experienced it herself. She wanted it. She would wake him and have it. Then she would find food. After that...
She let out a low moan, the thrill of there now being an after to the before, or the now.
After that, she would need to take stock and find another body to take over. Survival, and keeping what was now hers, would rely on expanding her numbers...
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Congratulations. You are a hive mind. You have the ability to take over other bodies to add to the collective you. You also just met a guy you really, *really*, like.
I figure how this would work is that you'd play your character, while adding an increasing roster of other you's to your collective. I'd play my character... and also the *government*. We'd share everyone else.
What? You didn't think that you'd have it all your own way, did you?
Yep. So, eventually, you'll notice the government hunting you. If they catch you... Game over.
So who are you, or at least whose body are you occupying? Who is Seb? *What* are you? Some extradimensional being? A brain slug? Something else? Do your victims survive in some manner?
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