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It wasn’t very hard to acquire the morphing ability. I knew where the catalyst was hidden, where the operators were, and how to put the two together. They didn’t even know it was taken.
Secondly, I had to track down and buy a rat.
This was much harder. There’s a lot of rats out there, but few wild ones are white, and fewer can talk to people. And have a vested interest in not getting bought.
I did manage it eventually, pandering to what was wanted out of a minion.
I waited until I got home to speak directly to him.
“You know, you’re a messed up kid.”
The rat stiffened, and tried to bite me, only to find my fingers had turned to thick claw.
My claws neatly held the rat up next to my face, and I grinned, fangs peeking out.
“I’m messed up, too, but damn. Siding with the invading alien force? Despicable.”
<That was a trick!>
“No it wasn’t.” My jagged grin widened. “David, David, David… it’s not often I find someone worse at morals than me.”
He squirmed, but my claws didn’t budge. <Let me go! I can get you power! Recognition!>
“I’ll settle for a new pet.”
<Wh-what?>
I uncovered the cloth-covered object next to me, and dropped the rat into a tricked-out cage.
“Escape attempts will result in parts of your habitat being removed.” I notified him, locking down the lid. “Good behaviour will garner rewards, like television time or special treats.”
Turning back around, I donned my hat.
“Oh, and no one can hear you scream.” I added as an afterthought, before leaving.
…
I acquired the entirety of the zoo after-hours, complete with multiples of different species. I finished off my night by doing a sweep of parks and woods on the way home, acquiring everything that moved. Which included bugs and chickens, to my delight.
I brought some small animals back with me, setting up to experiment.
I’d been practicing, of course, but now I had a much wider selection to pull from. If I pictured the animal as being part of me, like my clothes, I would be able to morph it separately.
Picking up a salamander first, I crossed it with a bug slightly, making it sprout another set of legs. Then, carefully, I tweaked it with firefly, poking at the reactions in tiny increments until I managed to turn the glow orange. It flashed at me, squirming. I added a few more things to let it potentially stand heat better.
Setting it down in a tub, I did another of the same kind of salamander like this, diversifying it a little but keeping it in the same ballpark. I want a breeding population of mythological-esque amphibians.
The snake I’d nabbed was given wings and feathers, and I pushed some avian complexity into its braincase. The start of a quetzalcoatl.
A moth was much more altered: it was docile, therefore its mind overlay was an ideal candidate for something to be domesticated. I changed it completely into a goat, save for size, and crossed it with a chicken and a deer, demorphing it just a touch to get the wings separate. A domestic peryton, flightless, but a source of eggs and milk. And maybe fiber, later.
As it was, the peryton was only a little bigger than the chicken I’d added, hooves making little tapping sounds as it got used to existing, and promptly wandered over to bump at a lamp.
I snorted, amused, and turned a different moth into a skvader, melding the rabbit and chicken best I could. I’d add pheasant for accuracy, but I have yet to sample any. This is just the first draft. Practice.
When I was done making my collection into a menagerie, and satisfied with my warm-ups, I retired to my room, and turned my focus on myself.
My skin became a little rubbery as I made it more elastic, using samples from several different creatures to get it right. I let scales spread, a satisfying texture to run my hands over.
I worked my way inwards, tweaking everything, until I got to the part I was waiting for.
My belly bloated, scales spreading apart as I very slowly filled up. I moaned, feeding it with mass summoned out of space I didn’t occupy, remorphing the reaction again and again. I’d purposely acquired a chicken in the middle of it finishing an egg, after all. It was part of the morph.
My womb packed tight with eggs, my scales showed a significant amount of skin between them. I stopped, and kneaded at myself, purring. It feels so good~!
Carefully, I demorphed until I was completely human, still full of eggs. My skin wasn’t straining because it’d been morphed into place, a cheat, hopefully saving in my home morph for later. I squirmed under the weight, leaking, and attempted to reach myself around my protruding belly. The fact I couldn’t just made me hornier.
Sprouting a serpentine tail, I tried to reach myself again, clumsy. I still couldn’t, bumping into my swollen lower belly.
Rolling over, I gasped and panted as my womb sloshed, loose from morphing it into shape. I could most certainly fit more, even as a human, the idea making me drool.
With gravity aiding me, I got my tail into position, and squirmed it deeper.
Oh my fuckkkk.
Nearly drooling, I pushed the eggs around inside me, adding more until I was tight again, pushed up from the mattress by my own girth. My legs were weakened by the tail for two very different reasons, pleasure jolting through me with every movement of the girthy scales I’d shoved wayyy up my own pussy.
Round and fertile, I imagined every one of those eggs being ready to hatch and grow. Life stretching me out. Every instance given a chance to be far more innocent than their bearer.
But they’re just eggs.
Eventually, I finished, and lay there, stuffed but comfortable, letting myself purr.
The lifemaker image isn’t going away anytime soon. I should make sure it’s safe to release my creatures. I was already against the invasion, but now I’m a bit more motivated.
Thinking, I kneaded at my belly.
You know what?
The best counter to an alien invasion is to take over first. There’s problems I need to fix anyway.
Attempting to get up and grab things to take notes, I struggled. Whoops. First step: figure out how to get these out of me. Hwoof. Too heavy to do things effectively, no matter how nice it feels.
…
I made an initial plan, then turned to the internet. I posted it as a fantasy/sci-fi prompt.
Sure, the internet is still in its infancy in this time period, but the userbase is still big enough. I’ll just… check back in a couple months and see if anyone’s noticed. The best loading time now is ‘barely has wifi’ in twenty years.
But hey. Good widespread internet happens in only ten years or so. I can wait.
In any case, during lulls of inspiration, I used my body’s blueprint as a fidget. You can do anything you want with your base blueprint, as long as you embed it in your sense of self. It’s shown in the books, actually- old, morph-capable andalites with massive scars. The kids themselves and their clothing. It’s actually confusing that no one else has figured it out.
I yawned, fangs baring as my long ears pinned back.
It doesn’t matter what your genes say your body can do, as long as you know how to rig it up mechanically. It’s like… growing a bonsai, except you can choose where each root, twig, leaf, and layer of bark goes. Or miraculously doesn’t go.
My forked tongue flicked out, bisected and lengthened very easily in retrospect, and wet my lips as I scribbled down another idea. My highly pigmented tail swished on my bedding, tipped in a luxurious tuft of multishaded hair. I’d done the same to the hair on my head, messing with melatonin production in patches to get different hair colors. The follicles were much more densely packed, the hairs themselves thinner, making it very, very soft and thick.
Reaching up, I took a horn, and almost physically moulded it into a different shape, relocating it slightly so it would curl around my long, pointed ear. Horns are easy, it’s just copying finger bone and nail bed a few thousand times into a solid shape. I don’t have the resources for antlers, unfortunately, but polished pigmented keratin is just as majestic, with better color.
The tail hadn’t been very hard, I just had to copy and shape spinal segments and wire up everything to various systems before I wove in the musculature. The nerves were all hooked up to my back, and loins for funsies. It’s not like I’ll let anyone else touch my tail.
Of course, I’d also edited my insides. I’d copied off the homework of a dozen other species, making everything many times more efficient and smaller, letting me arrange it to withstand physical stress easier. My edited ribcage was full of various organs, but my abdomen was basically empty, other than my stomach and womb. Which is why it was empty. Nothing else to squish. Even my bladder and guts were pretty much out of the way, in an abdominal space in my tail.
My head was also restructured, organs again edited for efficiency, though the features did not decrease in size this time. My jaw was rooted further back, letting me open wider, and a lightly pushed-out face bought more room for that and my olfactory organs. My eyes were not orbs, instead tubes like an owl’s. I also copied its homework in the structure of my neck and veins, letting me twist like something possessed.
My brain was much more compact, but about the same size, all the twists doing favors for density. And, most important of all, I had no tubes going near it for Yeerks to use. I’m secured.
If you read my genes, I’m human. If you look at my physiology and call me such, I’m going to laugh.
If anything, I’m demon or fey.
That’s an idea…
If I use keratin glands like butterflies do for scales, how shimmery can I get the result…
…I have all the analogous parts to use for wings…
…
Rolling my neck, I did a stretch as I entered my kitchen. My wings shuddered and tucked, resting comfortably with the wrists gently held against my back by friction.
Picking up a can of beans, I blandly sunk my fangs into the top, and levered, thick muscles and deep roots letting me rip the metal up with ease. I let go, peeling it the rest of the way with claws of enamel, and dumped the whole thing easily in my mouth, licking off the juice and chucking the can in the recycling.
I felt very smug with myself that it takes me ten seconds to open and eat a can of beans with no tools.
<What the fuck.>
My head swiveled around, angular eyes fixing on my… pet.
“Oh, I forgot I’d captured you.” I noted dispassionately with a voice that echoed itself ethereally in my throat and chest. “Have you been good?”
The rat trembled. <Yes. Yes, I’ve been good.>
I smiled, baring my shiny semi-translucent white fangs in a smile that was far, far too wide. “Good ward. Keep it up.”
<Sure- sure thing.>
I like being scary. It’s quite fun.