Creation began on 09-06-15

Creation ended on 09-29-15

Species

Two for the price of Many

A/N: Again, Species 2 had more potential for carnage than any of the other films of the franchise. Here's another example.

"My sister decided to join us," said the young woman to Patrick Ross as they stood in the hotel room. "We share everything together."

Patrick, taken over by a primal urge from the deepest corners of his DNA, closed the door behind him so that there would be unlimited privacy between him and these two women that wanted him for the night.

-x-

"…What do you expect, Brea?" The other woman monitoring Sil's genetic successor, Eve, asked the woman that was also monitoring her. "She's watching baseball."

Within her isolated environment, the artificial hybrid, Eve, was watching a baseball game that was happening elsewhere in the world beyond her isolation, covered by electronic patches in order to record her pulse rate and brainwaves. While the game was interesting, she was starting to feel a different measure of excitement that she couldn't explain. It was like every cell in her body was suddenly set ablaze by some intensifying heat.

-x-

"Oomphf!" Patrick grunted as he thrusts repeatedly into the first woman beneath him, holding her gorgeous nude body and kissing her neck and breasts.

"Ungh!" The woman, holding onto his back with her arms as her legs were splayed on either side of the bed, panted as he moved in and out of her. "Aah… Gah…"

The second woman, growing hot and wet between her legs as she watched them, knew her patience was about to pay off. She watched as the pair tighten their hold on one another as their orgasm was reached, and her sister chuckled as she fell back against the pillows and sheets while Patrick panted as he had finished being emptied out by the first woman.

"Oh…oh… You are a hero," she heard her sister pant as they parted in the bed. "Oh, God."

She felt great, like she could still feel his lovemaking inside of her as her sweat-drenched body got off the bed.

Her sister came over and declared, "It's my turn."

Patrick, feeling a little rested, turned over to face the younger sister as she stripped down to her birthday suit, revealing her moist spot to him, and moved his right hand down from her neck to her left breast and waist.

"Yes," he expressed, dismissing his first sexual conquest in favor of this new one that wanted him, "it is."

She climbed into bed and kissed him as she scooted back and laid down while he put his arms around her and parted her legs so that he could enter her.

"Oh!" She gasped, feeling him slide deep inside of her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him to keep him inside her.

-x-

Within the bathroom, the first woman, discarding her bathrobe as she stepped into the shower stall to clean up, felt pleased with herself for having sex with Patrick. It was something many women sought to achieve when they heard of a new hero that was around. Whether they were rock stars, sports stars or even movie stars, she was among a legion of women that would be driven to court these men into bed.

"Aah," she heard her sister in the bedroom, obviously enjoying her tryst with the astronaut.

She turned off the water and stepped out of the stall; nobody ever said that she couldn't join the pair in a threesome. But before she could put her hand on the doorknob, she felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach and it went up to her throat. She ran over to the sink and waited for the feeling of vomiting to come to pass, but it didn't come. Instead, she just felt terrible, an awful pain in her gut and sweat forming on her forehead.

What could possibly cause this to befall her right now? Could it have been some sort of food poisoning from the fundraiser earlier? It had to be that. What else could make her want to puke and give her a headache?

"Aaah!" She heard her sister outside, and it sounded like Patrick was roaring at her in there.

God, can't they keep it down out there? She wondered, closing her eyes in anticipation of the moment she would vomit into the sink. I'm not feeling so great right now.

Soon enough, the feeling of puking came, and she washed her mouth out. But she still felt under the weather. Her mind was scattered allover. She then fell to the floor, crying.

-x-

"Aaahh!" Eve gasped, discarding the baseball in her hand away as she panted, the feeling that had overtaken her minutes ago dissipating from her senses.

-x-

Patrick pulled his car over by his family's childhood shed on the estate, safe from potential prying eyes. As he got out, the pain-filled cries of the two women from earlier in the night continued to make themselves heard by him. He helped them out of the back seats and led them to the shed.

The elder sister, agonized by her swollen belly, begged Patrick to take her to a hospital, but he ignored her, and gave her left hand to a little boy that had been in the car with them; this was their son, whom she had delivered in the bathroom after their lovemaking session.

The younger sister, in the same, agonizing state as the elder sister, cried softly as Patrick made her hold the right hand of their son as he led them to the shed. She could feel the unborn child inside her shifting, and she fell to the ground.

"Please," she cried, feeling that it was coming quickly. "Please, I need a doctor, Patrick."

But Patrick opened the door to the shed and came back to drag her inside.

"No. No, please! Don't do this to us, please!"

The elder sister was then forced to enter the shed by the boys and the door closed behind them.

-x-

As the days went by, the sisters that had wanted to bed the astronaut had been doing what they hadn't intended on doing since that night. Wracked with labor pains and inhumanly-swollen bellies, they had delivered at least ten children apiece, but with every birth that they went through, they wished that they had just died. The strain of labor and the pressure of pushing out child after child without end, with only a minute or two to recover from the previous birth, it was a nightmare for them.

Watching them and making sure that they couldn't get away, even if they could, the sons and daughters that had been delivered by them days before, grown to their teens, watched as their mothers continued to bring more of their siblings into the world.

Somehow, the women's reproductive systems had been manipulated by Patrick's alien genetics and made to serve a purpose as breeders for his hybrid offspring. Instead of being killed by the impregnation after being ejaculated into, they just had overstimulated ovaries producing new eggs that were infected by the leftover seed that they got from Patrick.

Every now and then, the father would come to check up on the mothers and bring food for them, but beyond that, he would ignore their pleas to be let go of or taken to a hospital.

Patrick had returned late one night, bringing in a new face for the women to see; it was another woman, sobbing in pain as she held her swollen belly while blood seeped from between her legs.

She was Melissa, Patrick's fiancée, now another member of this small group of breeding females. Just last night, on the final day of the ten-day sexual quarantine placed on the people that went to Mars six months ago, she had engaged in intercourse with her future spouse, and Patrick changed afterwards, like he had become a completely different person.

"Patrick, please," Melissa begged him, feeling the baby's head crowning. "I need a doctor!"

But he ignored her and left them there.

"Aaaahh!" The younger sister yelled as she gave birth to another hybrid.

The End?

A/N: Should this be continued? Nobody's done anything like this before.