transitive verb : to cause to interbreed or combine so as to produce hybrids <hybridize two species> <fuse and hybridize somatic cells of two different species> <hybridize two DNAs>
intransitive verb : to produce hybrids
Caitlyn felt woozy as she clawed her way back to consciousness. The ten year old forced herself up and clumsily over the side of the hypersleep capsule. The medtechs who should've been present were absent. The air was filled with a scent she didn't recognize, and the lights were tinted red. Even the deck under her seemed slanted.
This wasn't right.
The young girl stumbled carefully out of the hypersleep bay. Her locker was open, but her clothes were long gone, leaving her only the tight undershirt and panties she'd worn into the freezer. She sat down, taking a deep breath. That weird scent filled her head, made her feel odd. She ignored it and forced herself back up.
She wandered into the halls. The lights were still out except for the red emergency lights, and the only sound to be heard was the intermittent wail of the siren, cutting in and out. She headed forward, stumbling every now and again. The scent in her nose, her head, beckoned her onwards.
She stumbled into the cafeteria. Things were different. Wrong, almost. The lights were covered in something. The siren was dead silent. The only sound she heard was her own breathing, and a faint skittering.
Caitlyn began backing up, slowly, only to trip over her own feet. The skittering grew more rapid, and then something lept on her. It clutched her face, forcing something down her throat. It pulsed, and the scent filled her mouth, her nose, her mind. Everything turned fuzzy.
Sweet fluid leaked in her mouth, and she began to suck. Her body started burning, throb in time as she sucked the fluid from the thing in her mouth. The scent in her head made her so woozy, made her almost unaware of anything else. The thing in her mouth was the center of her world.
And as sudden as it started, the thing was gone, the scent was gone, and whatever had been on her had fallen away. Caitlyn didn't even bother to look. She just forced her prepubescent body to its feet and ran.
She didn't pay attention to where she ran, she just did. She turned corners at random, trying to get away. She tripped again, and let out a cry like a half-strangled sob. She struggled against her undershirt and panties. So restrictive suddenly. Had to get them off. The things inside her body were screaming at her now, telling her how wrong her limited clothing had been.
The things inside her screamed again, and Caitlyn gripped her head, pulled golden hair, screaming with them. It was still wrong. Too cool, too dry. She pushed back to her feet, staggered on. Something in her pulsed, and Caitlyn moaned softly. She kept walking, almost in a haze. The things shrieked again, and Caitlyn fell to all fours. She wasn't a real intelligence. She was a beast, and should move as such.
She wandered, somewhat aimlessly, before she found herself in a sauna. The things inside her screamed again. Her hands fumbled with the knobs on the wall, raising temprature, increasing how often water would be splashed against the heating element.
The things spoke again, and Caitlyn reared back, body shuddering. Pleasure. Mind-numbing pleasure, bombarding every nerve-ending, Caitlyn screamed in pleasure, in bliss until she was reduced to a gurgling, twitching mass on the faux-stone floor. The things inside her shrieked, screamed, cried into her mind, telling her what they would do to her, her body, her mind, her soul.
Caitlyn gurgled in pure bliss. If she could have formed words, they would be worshipful begging for them to make her into their tool.
The world exploded in her mind, and faded away.
Caitlyn awoke. Her mind went over her old life, discarded it as unimportant. She stretched, getting used to her new body.
She strode out of the sauna, catching sight of the new her in a mirror. She twisted, child body now very alien. Pale skin replaced by dark maroon chitin, muscles visible beneath thin translucent sections of her exo-skeleton. Hands and feet sharpened into rending claws. Blue eyes now a glassy, almost glowing slit-pupiled green. Blonde hair now black wires, shifting in the air. Mouth, nipples and pussy were engorged. She smiled, lips peeling back from her teeth. Her mouth open, and her ovipositor emerged, dripping before she pulled it back inside.
She moaned, small body shuddering. She was so thankful she'd been jumped. The things had brought her home, to the Mass. Made her able to convert others to it, to sing in its choir.
“Caitlyn?”
The question brought Caitlyn around. Her memories told her that the seven year old girl had been her sister, once.
The Mass told her that the human was separate from them. Her new instincts told her what to do.
Caitlyn leapt, pouncing on the girl, who screamed. Caitlyn thrust her ovipositor into the girl's throat.
The girl stopped struggling, moaned as her sister brought her into the Mass.
