Recursion A.X.

RECURSION

A.X.

Oliver and Josie are fucking naked in a cornfield lovenest of trampled down stalks. This is their honeymoon, a cross country roadtrip interrupted by a brief stopover for some lovemaking al fresco. Oliver is nervous, of course, worried about being caught, but Josie loves a little mischief and she will not be denied. He is on top of her, fucking her into the bed of cornstalks, his slender body thrusting like a determined machine. Josie looks up at him, her honey blonde hair tangled in leaves, her supple body open and aglow in pleasure. They share a smile, giddy, married, young and in love…

mmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMHHHHHMMMMHHHHMMMMM!!!

“What the hell?” 

And suddenly they are caught in a blinding halo of light and dragged into the air, lifted weightless from the muddy field. Oliver clutches his new wife and she wraps herself around him as they are carried impossibly aloft, up and up and up into the blazing flying disk. Josie feels vertiginous and strange and Oliver blinks his eyes, feels his mind unanchored, listing, listless, slipping free…

…

A perceptual jump cut.

Josie and Oliver are naked and separated, held aloft within columns of shimmering tactile light. They’re in a metallic space, a circular chamber with curved structural spars, filled with strange control panels covered in bright twinkling lights. The air hums sweetly with unseen machinery and pings with quiet alerts. Floating in another column of light is a cow, inexplicable and placid, a sagely cattle companion. Josie tries to move but cannot, the light is thick, corporeal, binding. Oliver gasps as he spots two beings shuffle into their awareness. “Bloody hell…”

The newcomers are tall B-movie aliens, beautiful bald women with emerald green skin. They have blunt antenna growing from their angular heads and a single almond-shaped black reflective eye in the centre of their faces. Their noses are slim and without nostrils, but their mouths have generous lips which smile calmly. The aliens each have six arms and six naked breasts, large and perfect, with pointed metal disks covering their nipples. They wear shimmering slit skirts on their wide hips and have sixteen smooth tentacles instead of legs. One of the creatures raises a three-fingered hand and Oliver hears a beautiful voice in his mind: 

<GREETINGS EARTHLING>

The column of light around Oliver diminishes and he falls to the deck. “Wh-what do you want?”

<TO CORRECT AN INJUSTICE MY OFFSPRING>

He stands up, rubbing a bodged elbow, “What?”

<BY HUMAN RECKONING I AM YOUR FATHER> 

The alien touches her breast and gives a pained look at her companion, who slithers forward and entwines tentacles in support.

<I PARTICIPATED IN YOUTHFUL INDISCRETION AND YOU ARE THE PRODUCT OF THAT STAR-CROSSED COUPLING> 

“You’re my… father?”

The alien nods in a jerky approximation of the human custom.

<I HAVE COME TO UNLOCK YOUR TRUE NATURE> 

The alien gestures and a metal plinth rises out of the deck. Oliver walks toward it calmly, semi-involuntarily, wakeful sleepwalking, turns and rests his back against the plinth and feels the metal mold itself around his body, restraints circling his wrists, ankles, waist, and throat. 

<I WILL FREE YOU FROM YOUR HUMAN MEDIOCRITY>

The other alien waves with three arms at Josie in her column of light. 

<WHAT OF THIS ONE>

<IT IS SURPLUS AND YOU MAY DISPOSE OF IT AS YOU LIKE>

Josie watches all of this with a quiet curiosity. Her new husband is the child of aliens? They have been abducted? She is an afterthought who will be disposed of? What an odd turn of events. Perplexing. Perhaps she should scream?

<I WILL USE IT FOR MY EXPERIMENT>

<YOUR FASCINATION WITH EARTHLING DAIRY ANIMALS IS MOST UNNATURAL>

<MOO>

A great angry buzzing fills the space and Josie finds herself in aerial motion, her light prison on the move. She flies, and finds herself rapidly approaching the captured dairy cow, which blinks at her and moos a languid greeting. For an instant they make eye contact, woman and cow, two Earthling creatures caught in confused proximity, and then they are forced together, slammed into the same space and blasted SHA-ZZZZAM!! with a green radiation that dissolves boundaries, warps the fabric of the universe into impossible configurations. Josie feels herself melting, growing, experiences an arm, a hoof, a leg, a tail, breasts, udder, a second mind, memories, a lifetime of grazing and milking. Is she Josie? Is she cow? Is she she? Josie cries out and the cow moos, the sounds starting apart and then melding, merging into a single voice…

Oliver yells curses, is dismayed, watches the love of his life smash into a cow and be engulfed in an explosion of green fire! The emerald radiation cuts off and as the angry red retinal rash in his vision fades Oliver observes only one creature. It’s Josie, or looks like her, a humanoid woman shape, but cow too, a hybrid being. The hybrid has Josie’s honey blonde hair, but little cow horns and bovine ears. She has Josie’s face but with a widened pink nose and black and white skin, and a prominent dark blotch around her left eye. She has two human arms with slender hands, but four big breasts on her torso with long bovine nipples, and from her belly grows the huge pink sack of a cow udder with four long teats. The hybrid has a bovine tail and wide hips with thick thighs and sturdy legs that end in cloven hooves. The hybrid lolls her head for a moment, then opens her eyes and says: “MmmoooOOOOOoooo….”

Josie, no, not quite, not anymore, hangs in the binding light. What is she? She remembers being a human woman, a teacher, a newly wed wife, but she remembers being a cow too, a lifetime spent as farmyard cattle. She is neither woman nor cow, but both, an amalgamation of these things, a true hybrid of two beings. She licks her lips and smiles, not Josie, not cow, but something new. Jersey she decides. Jersey grins at her husband and says: “MooOOooo!!”

“No!!” Oliver yells, tugging at the restraints that hold him to the plinth! “You monsters!!”

<BE CALM>

And Oliver is calm. The plinth tips back into a platform, a bed, and he is held horizontal now, looking up as a device unfurls from the ceiling: some sort of raygun-looking contraption. It hums and crackles with energy and Oliver smiles at it dumbly. The humming builds and with a CRACK-DOOM!! Oliver is bombarded with brilliant green radiation! His muscles go taut and he spasms against his bonds, body arching, burning, boiling, changing!! He screams his voice rising octaves to a piercing shriek!

Jersey watches her husband transform before her eyes. His auburn hair lengthens, growing voluminous and a darker truer red, while his pale skin takes on a slightly pearlescent green tint speckled with brilliant emerald green freckles. Oliver grows slimmer, muscular limbs growing soft and lithe, his hips widen and ass grows round and feminine. Oliver’s shriek trails off and becomes a womanly moan as his nipples turn green and grow erect and pointy before four new nipples emerge from his torso. The flesh under each nipple grows, swells, ripens into six large perfectly sculpted breasts. Oliver’s eyes glow emerald and his lips turn green while his face becomes sharper, acutely feminine, beautiful, slightly inhuman, cheekbones a little too broad, chin a little too pointed. Oliver whines and moans as his testicles recede into his body and his cock mutates, grows larger, glans crawling down the shaft to become a smooth prehensile phallus emerging from a fleshy sheath above a new crease, which splits open, blooms into a brilliant emerald cunt orifice with wide green labia and six squirming tentacular clitori that flail in arousal. Oliver squirms lewdly and flesh buds on his sides just below his shoulders, growths that squirm and flow into new limbs, lumpen wormy sausages, that narrow and elongate and refine into two new elegant arms. These free arms caress and clutch Oliver’s six tits, desperate, exploring, while his tailbone extends, becomes a fat sinuous tail as long as a leg, which splits, ruptures, becomes six slender tentacles that wriggle and writhe. Oliver gasps, pants, and two slender antennae grow from his skull and peak out of his long hair. He screams in ecstasy, fists clenched, tentacles waving wildly, and orgasms, luminescent juices sluicing out of his cunt, fluorescent neon semen spraying from his strange alien cock. “Ohhhh… ohhh…” he gasps with a breathy feminine voice. “AHHHHHHHHHhhhhhnnnn!!!”

<YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL MY OFFSPRING>

“Moo,” Jersey says in agreement.

Oliver is released and he falls unsteadily to his feet. He feels the weight of his six breasts settle on his chest, warm sensitive mass, the new sensations of his prehensile tails swirling, tastes a strange susurrus buzz in the air, feels the slither of his spent cock retract back into his body, and suffers the urgent fiery ache of his still unsatisfied cunt. “Holy fuck…” he says, his voice melodic and beautiful. 

<COME AWAY WITH US AND WE WILL SHOW YOU THE BEAUTY OF A THOUSAND WORLDS>

Oliver looks at his cowy wife, sees her watching him. He runs four hands over his body, no, she realizes with a giddy thrill, her body. Oliver is female, she decides. She shakes her head, “I can’t leave Josie. I love her! She’s my wife.”

<EARTHLING RELATIONS DO NOT MATTER>

“They matter to me.”

Jersey moos in approval, her human parts aching with love for her mate. Oliver, Ollie, looks at her wife and wonders what life could be awaiting them now that she’s an extraterrestrial freak and Josie is cattle. “Can I bring her with me?”

<NO YOUR PET WOULD PERISH AMONG THE STARS>

“Then I want to stay here, with her.” Ollie walks to Jersey, reaches through the light prison to hold her hand. “I choose my wife over the stars.”

<DO NOT FORSAKE US THERE WILL BE NO SECOND OFFERS>

“This is what I want.”

<SO BE IT>

And the world is obliterated in a flash of the most perfect light>>>