Myao, an old Animorphs fanfic of mine. It's, um, kinda dark so read with caution if you don't like sensitive subjects like rape and incest and the like. It's a four-chapter dealio, just so you know. I won't upload it all at once, maybe once a week. Sometimes I think that waiting for an update is what sets fanfiction apart from novels and the like and is half the fun, but that's just me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

And thanks to dumb HTML shit, I had to replace all the thoughtspeak tags with these doohickeys here: {} (also wtf, doohickey is actually a word according to firefox? the browser that tells me things like platypus are incorrect?)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters associated to this story!

Warnings: Masturbation, general creepiness

Tom was a normal teenager. At least, he acted like it. He went to high school every weekday, argued with his parents and little brother occasionally, flirted with girls when he could, and volunteered at the local community youth group, The Sharing. The only problem was it wasn't Tom doing all those things. It was the parasitic alien Yeerk, a slug-like creature, attached to his brain. Even if he wasn't infested, Tom probably still would go to school, argue with his family, and flirt with girls. But the poor teen was forced to do these things that he normally would do, not because he wants to or because it comes naturally to him, but because the Yeerk inside his head needed to make sure no one knew Tom wasn't really Tom. And so Tom lived, day in and day out, wishing that when his body said, "I love you," to his family, that they knew he really did and wasn't saying so because he had to.

Tom internally sighed as his eyes opened, much too early in the morning. He enjoyed this first few moments of the morning when both the Yeerk and Tom were tired, so their actions of morning-grogginess were one in the same. A faint light peered in through the window. Tom wished he could go and watch the sunrise, but his captor refused to let him.

His body sat up and groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. {Having trouble sleeping, Iniss 355?} Tom asked his Yeerk with fake concern.

Tom's lips twisted in a smirk, by courtesy of the Yeerk. "Good morning, Tom." He kept his voice low. "What do you want to do today?" The question was filled with amusement.

Tom didn't respond, knowing that the question was meant to taunt Tom and remind him that he can't do anything. He just tried to stay as passive as possible as the Yeerk went through the normal daily paces: taking a shower, eating breakfast, brushing his teeth, and getting ready for school. The Yeerk, whose name Tom only used every once in a while, amused himself by asking Tom random questions, as he did every other day.

{So, Tom. Should I ask Beth out today? Or perhaps Sarah?}

Tom didn't answer. He usually didn't.

{Don't you find them attractive?}

{No.} Tom answered despite himself.

Iniss gave a laugh as he languidly flipped through the television channels. {No? Your body disagrees whenever I talk to them.}

Tom felt embarrassed at the Yeerk's truth. {Only because of the way you look at them. I don't usually look at girls like that.}

Iniss laughed again. {Oh of course not! The great Tom would never look at girls like that. Except for when you do...} To prove his point, Iniss began searching through Tom's memories of all the times he'd ever looked at a girl's body.

Tom endured it for a minute until finally he couldn't stand the humility. {Stop...please.}

Once again Iniss laughed, amused at Tom's weak and broken plea. {You are so pathetic, human.}

Tom said nothing, accepting what he now knew as his life. His body left for school and he tried to ignore Iniss as he flirted with the girls in his classes. It angered him that this alien slug seemed to be more popular with his friends. Sure he'd been popular before, but that was because he was on the basketball team. Whenever it came to actually talking to girls, Tom wasn't the smoothest talker around.

{I feel your rage, human.} Iniss sneered. {Upset that I'm a better human than you could be?}

{Is insulting me the only reprieve you get when your own species doesn't find you important enough to give you a position of power? Does being "popular" to humans make you feel better?} Tom's response was spiteful but it hit true. He was rewarded with a feeling of shame and anger from the Yeerk.

Iniss 355 ignored his host for the rest of the school day. He didn't want the human's words to affect him, but he was right. He knew Tom noticed his feelings of hopelessness during meetings for The Sharing, when he was constantly told, "Just stay as you are. Avoid drawing attention to yourself." He hated this life. He hated his host. He hated that he really did get a bit of satisfaction for being popular, for being better than his host.

The rest of the school day went by pretty much uneventful. Hours later Tom sat in his room. Not alone, of course. No, his alien was still in his head. And the alien was bored. He tossed and turned for a few minutes before Tom said something.

{What's the matter, Yeerk? Don't you have some mission to go on to relieve your boredom? Oh wait. You're not important enough.} Tom always loved tormenting his captor every chance he got. When Iniss said nothing, Tom continued. {Hmm...maybe there's a mediocre task for you. Getting coffee for your gracious and loving Visser? Oh no wait...you're not important enough for that either.}

{Shut up already!} Iniss shouted at Tom. He began sifting through Tom's memories with force.

Tom knew already that it was pointless to try to hide his memories. He waited patiently as Iniss 355 attempted to find whatever he was searching for. After a moment he asked, {What are you looking for?}

{Something to do. As you have correctly guessed, I am bored and hope to find something in your worthless memories that may help me.} He continued on for a moment more before stopping, satisfied with the embarrassment that bubbled from his host as he realized what memory Iniss was viewing.

{Ah yes...masturbation. I can tell by your reaction that this is something you are ashamed of.} Iniss cackled with glee. {If this is how you react to just a memory, I know I will enjoy this very much.}

{No no...please don't...} Tom pleaded as he rolled off the bed and began searching through a few boxes under the bed. Mostly they held old items that Iniss had found cumbersome and worthless, which meant they were a lot of things from Tom's childhood that Tom felt attached to. Finally, he grabbed a small well-worn box that was stashed in the very back.

{Well well. What would your parents say if they knew you had this?} Iniss taunted as he pulled out a few explicit magazines. He let out a real laugh at the rage he felt from his host. For a moment he stared in a bit of confusion at the cover.

Tom said nothing, not wanting to provoke anything else. His body moved to the bed and lay down on his back.

{This...} Iniss said, flipping through the pages of the magazine, {This is arousing to human males?} Sure enough, he felt Tom's body react to the erotic images displayed before him. Iniss smirked. "Well well..."

Tom wanted to scream in rage. {You CAN'T use my body like this!} His voice was more desperate now as the idea of an alien touching him filled his head...he'd already dealt with the embarrassment of the alien showering for him but this was too much.

"My little human..." Iniss crooned. "I can do whatever I want. And the angrier you get, the better it is for me." He set the magazine aside and got up to lock his door. Tom's parents were gone but he didn't need Jake walking in and causing a ruckus. Settled back on the bed, Iniss looked down at his crotch. He ignored Tom's shouts and pleas and unbuttoned his jeans. Rewarded with Tom's shamed silence, the Yeerk smirked and pulled out the erection.

Iniss was startled by the sensation that was caused by his simple touch. Running a quick review of Tom's memories to make sure he knew what he was doing, he wrapped his right hand loosely around it. He watched carefully as he slowly stroked, the heated flesh jerking against his palm.

Iniss quickly grabbed one of the magazines and opened to a random page. His eyes scanned the page greedily, his hand quickly pumping his erection. Imagining...yes pretending that he, Iniss, with this human body, was with these well-shaped women, that did indeed make it better.

A pleasured moan escaped Iniss's lips. It startled him a bit, but he continued anyway. The magazine dropped to his side, forgotten, as he watched his hand pleasure Tom's hard on. It was such an odd sight, and it only furthered his need for completion. His hips bucked and he felt abnormally warm all over. In his lust for more, Iniss forgot completely about Tom. For this moment in glorious writhing pleasure, he was a human.

Iniss moaned again, desperate for more. "Oh, God, yes..." Instinct took over and he continued pumping, eliciting clear fluid to leak from the tip of his erection. His movements were fast and jerky and he couldn't stop all that moaning. Iniss couldn't believe how much noise he was creating, sharp gasps, moans, the sound of movement and a few squeaks from the bed.

With a few final jerks, Iniss bucked his hips and a load of semen burst from within him. He tried to silence another moan as he let out another pulse, and another. Finally, it ended, the pleasure fading out from his groin. Iniss lay gasping for breath. The muscles in his arms and legs would twitch randomly as his chest heaved. It was a good feeling.

After a few minutes, Iniss gave a small laugh. "Have fun, human?" He sneered quietly. He laughed again when Tom said nothing. He could feel the human's consciousness retreating as far back as he could, shamed.

Iniss cleaned himself up, all the while chatting idly with his host. {Is that what you do in your spare time? Very fun. Very fun indeed. I wonder how often this body is able to do that...Every day?} He couldn't suppress a chuckle at Tom's disgust.

Feeling a tad hungry, Iniss went out to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Tom's younger brother, Jake was eating a bowl of cereal.

"Hey squirt." Tom said as he usually would. "Don't you know cereal's for breakfast?"

Jake did that thing that he always does. He looks up, almost as though he's surprised, then he hesitates, like he has something important to say. But then he continues on like the normal teenage kid he is. "I'm hungry. Who cares?" He shrugged and shoved another spoonful into his mouth, waggling his eyebrows as though in defiance.

{What a disobedient child.} Iniss commented. {A Yeerk could fix that, easily.}

{You keep your hands off Jake!} Tom snarled.

{Oooh...touchy. I know you care for your brother.} Iniss made his way to the fridge. He grabbed a small bunch of grapes and turned around, studying Jake's back carefully. His eyes slowly wandered down the teenager's body.

{What are you doing?} Tom snapped.

{So, human.} Iniss drawled, popping a grape into his mouth. {How many times do you think your brother masturbates?}

Tom would have choked if he had control over his body. {You sick fuck,} he growled.

Iniss ignored the crude comment and walked over to Jake. "Hey," he said, throwing his arm around the younger teen.

Jake cringed a bit before he relaxed. It seemed almost forced. "H-hey."

"You know I love you. Right?" Tom inwardly mourned, wanting to hold Jake tight and cry.

Jake didn't say anything for a minute. Tom knew he would soon just shrug him off and call him a freak or something. But he didn't. He turned to look right into Tom's eyes.

"I know. I love you too, Tom."

Tom moaned and whimpered in anguish. For that one moment, it seemed as though Jake knew and he wanted to tell him that he would be okay.

{You're reading too much into this, human.} Iniss assured him. {You are weak and desperate. Your stupid brother knows nothing.} Iniss moved back to his room and thought. {You love your brother very much, don't you?}

Tom said nothing, worried by the feelings the Yeerk was having.

{You would be very angry if something happened to him. I know this. But what if you did something to him?}

{Don't be stupid. I would never do anything to hurt him.} Tom responded sharply.

{How can you be so sure when you don't even have control over your own body?} Iniss let his words sink in and laughed as realization hit.

Tom gave a voiceless response with anger brimming and fantasies of destroying his Yeerk. He wanted so bad to be rid of this alien nuisance. He feared for Jake's life from the lustful and raging feelings that seeped from the Yeerk.

{You are so pathetic, human. You won't be able to stop me.}

A/N: Please review :) If you liked the {} thingies let me know. Or if you prefer a different symbol, give me some suggestions so I can try them out. I don't have much to say about this chapter except that it was my first fic with an infested body, so it was fun writing dynamics between host and captor. That is all.