Kuxa groaned, his feet heavy with each step. "I think- I think I've found something." He grinned, teeth baring. Surrounding him was his three adult children, and one of their partners, who had been forced to take part in this newest plan after his own branch of the family had interfered with the previous one. His claws laid down a blueprint, marked as top secret from the University of North London. "We infiltrate this university- I believe it's a human place of education - and we work on this blueprint, building it until we can sell it on the intergalactic market."
"What… exactly is it?" Tlex asked, scratching his head with his sharp claw, the more dimwitted one. "Keep up, little bro, it's clearly a quantum phase stabiliser, are you an actual idiot?" Blaax responded. "Hey, I'm right there with you- I'd have no actual clue what this is without my smoochum!" Gaarn leant over to kiss his wife, but she backed off. "Really? Right here? Do you have no shame, Gaarn Sasp Goss Kegrideem-Plin Slitheen?" She tutted. "Ugh- gross." The final Slitheen spoke, Tlex's twin, Kaap.
"ENOUGH!" Kuxa slammed his claw on the table, silencing the room. "Don't you get it, you nitwits?! This is it! The big time- I can finally retire!"
Tlex just laughs, "Retire? You love this stuff. No way you'd retire even if it meant some peace of mind!" Kuxa growled at his only son. "You're on thin ice already, boy. Don't make me cut you out of this mission- and the profits." Tlex straightened up immediately. "So- what are we doing about skins..?"
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As night fell, Kuxa skulked his way to the location, locating the correct building - an old building, likely built in the 40s. "Now, now… time to hunt." He made his way, under the cover of darkness, to the building. Anybody who got in his way of finding the perfect suit would be sorry.
"And the syllabus is looking great, right? Alright, Henry- I'll see you tomorrow morning!"
Kuxa ducked into a supply closet - stealth was never usually his gig, but he wanted a better look at these two humans. He peered through the gap between the door and the frame, seeing an athletic build and a fat build. Well, although he had access to the technology, he always preferred the bigger suits. He waited for the other human to walk away, pouncing out of the closet and attacking his soon to be clothes.
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In his new disguise, Kuxa adjusted himself around the legs, activating the teleport link. "Beam in." He speaks softly into a communicator, turning around to see his four fellow Slitheen on this mission. "Nice skin, pops!" Tlex smirks. "Right, go fetch your own skins. Keep in the dark." He shooed them out, but Tlex stayed behind a bit longer. "What if I wanna stay naked?" He whimpered, and Kuxa grunted, a loud fart quaking out of his backside. "Stay naked and risk getting caught? Studied? Probed?! You're a Slitheen, son- go do what's rich for the blood- hunt. Find a suitable skin for yourself. I promise, once we're rich enough, you'll have no need for a skin- you'll be lounging around naked on whatever planet you want, with five star treatment." Tlex sighed, nodding. "Ugh… fine." He turned tail, joining his twin sister for a joint hunt.
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The two stalked the campus bars, staying hidden in the darkness and foliage. "I see someone who might be a good fit for you- football jock… trying to impress his mates over there." Kaap pointed her claw at an average build jock, chugging beer from a tap. "And I've found someone perfect for you." Tlex pointed to a larger build girl vomiting into the bushes alone, nobody to be seen around her. "Great- flattering. Should be easy kills, though. You work on him, I'll work on her." The two split up, Kaap sneaking around behind the girl, hiding behind a wall, scraping her claws along the crumbling brick work. "Hello? I need some help! H-help!" She calls out, readying herself for the kill.
"Wh-who's there?" The girl rounded the corner, and the bargoers couldn't hear her screams over the sounds of their own drunken raucousness.
The once human Esme emerged from behind the wall, cracking her neck, making her way back to the bar. "Esmeeeee!" A girl yelled, dragging her back into the fray. Damn it- she had to find Tlex– "We got tequila! You ready for this?" Kaap just got into the party girl spirit, grabbing a shot of tequila and downing it, the liquid burning her throat. "Blegh!" She coughed, making a face. "Oh you're so cute, Esme! Such a fresher!" She looks up, looking around for that football jock- he was nowhere to be seen.
Tlex had followed him and a presumed friend of his all the way to a secret spot. He watched as the two began making out, the jock groping the girl's ass through her skirt. "I love you, Frankie..!" She slurred, before doubling over and vomiting into a nearby bin. "Gods, I love you too, Becca, but you are a goddamn mess!" He laughed, before turning around and barely having time to say anything before a claw is dug into his shoulder and he's dragged around a corner, leaving Becca vomiting all alone.
"Wh-what the fuck?! Get off of me! H-help–" His cries are silenced when Tlex puts a claw over his mouth, shoving him against a wall. "I don't like this any more than you do, dude. I'd rather be walking around in my natural state- but pops says I gotta take someone for the ride… I'll enjoy being the popular kid." He smirked, raising his other claw to strike at him, leaving the human screaming until his last moments into Tlex's claw. "Aww… all the girls are gonna be so sad when they find out little Frankie's gone gay!" Tlex teased, skinning him and eating his insides. He may have been a little dim, but he knew his way around a skin suit, sewing a zip in expertly and pulling his fat body into the jock's muscular one. He admired himself. "Ooh, okay- marathon running ass… nice thighs. Great pecs…" He flexed his muscles, releasing his glutes to fart loudly. "Well… that's a bonus." He smirked.
He rounded the corner, seeing Becca laying next to the bin. "Aww, babe, did you fall asleep?" He asked. "Just… just need bed." She slurred. "Gotcha. Bed!" Tlex hoisted her over his shoulder, opening a dumpster. "Have a nice night, babe!" He chucked her in, shutting the lid, dusting off his hands. He walked back to the party, watching his new 'bros' approach him. "Hey, Frankie, dude- where's Becca?"
"Took her home." He smiled, somewhat sinisterly, looking up to see his sister in that girl's skin, partying the night away. Oh, what the hell- he might as well join in.
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Hours later, Tlex was settling into his new role as Frankie, the popular football jock. Luckily for him, the loud music was covering his farts- at least, their sound- not exactly the smell. He just acted the same as the humans, laughing or in disgust- sometimes a mix of both. "Bro, c'mon, someone's gassing out this joint- let's bounce." His new friend, Patrick, said, dragging him off. Tlex looks back and sees Kaap making out with a girl- well, at least she's fitting in.
"You wanna crash at mine, bro? It's closer." Patrick said, his ginger hair looked beautiful in this lighting- almost psychedelic. Tlex could make out more of his features now… he was so pretty. "Uh- yeah, sure. I think I'm too drunk to function right now." He lied. "Really? You don't seem super drunk for once. Usually you go super hard and end up collapsing! Bro- bro, you don't remember our first football win?! We all ended up at the Stag's Head! You did a body shot off of that waitress- she was soooo fine, bro!"
"I think I might be gay." He blurted out. Patrick stopped in his tracks, looking at Frankie. "Really? I-I mean, no judgement- but aren't you… Mr. Popular? Dating one girl, sleeping with the rest?" Frankie shrugged, and they continued walking. "I dunno. I guess I was just trying to… fit in. But I feel like… more myself now." He smirked, sighing contentedly, letting out a loud fart. "Bro- I promise it was not me gassing up that joint!" The two laugh. "I'll take your word for it- that protein takes me out, too." Patrick wiped his tears from laughing, stopping again. "But… seriously, dude. Thanks for telling me you're gay. I'm glad you feel I'm a close enough friend for you to admit that to."
Frankie just smiled, nodding. "Of course, bro. You're my bro." He punched his friend on the shoulder.
He seemed to be fitting in okay- for the most part. He wondered what Kaap was up to…
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"I didn't know you were a lesbian, Esme!" A girl yelled over the music, and 'Esme' groaned. "Yeah- always have been." She said. Unlike her brother, Kaap was a bit more… couth. "I need the loo- I'll be back!" She yelled, rushing to the bar toilets to fart. "Ooof- for the love of Clom!" She sighed, checking the bag that this other girl gave her when she walked in, stating it was hers. Face ID was none the wiser, letting Kaap access Esme's phone, checking photos and other apps for anything useful to help her blend in. She came across a class schedule for financial studies- damn it, she was actually going to have to try.
She exited the toilets, finding her new group of friends. "Esmeeeee!" The same, shrill girl yelled. She was getting on her nerves.
She wondered how her older sister and her husband were getting on- they must have found skins by now, right?
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"Nope." Blaax stated, bluntly. "I'm not getting my claws dirty- you fucked up, and you're the reason we have to do this stupid plan anyway- you go get us both skin suits." She pointed, her husband groaning. "Fine- any preference?" He asked. "Nope. Just make sure she's a good fit."
Gaarn went out, avoiding the bright street lamps, stalking across the dimly lit campus. He spied two humans- a guy and… he thought that was a girl, but he wasn't so sure. Perhaps humans had moved on a bit from the binary, and actually caught up with the rest of the intergalactic species' view on gender… He approached, awaiting his time to strike, stalking them until they were secluded. He jumped out, snarling at the two, who attempted to run- but Gaarn was faster. His time as a police officer had really been helpful.
He returned wearing the larger skin, the definite guy, and holding the other skin tight in his arms, attempting to cover it so it wasn't super suspicious. When he got back, Blaax stared at him blankly. "That's a dude."
"No, no- hey, you really gonna stoop to the level of these primitives when it comes to gender and its associated stereotypes?!" Gaarn said, handing the skin to his wife. "I heard- they don't associate themselves with gender." Blaax rolled her eyes. "About time they caught up… but still-"
"No, no buts! You're gonna wear this skin- it's only for a couple months, max?!" He growled, practically throwing the skin at her, farting defiantly.
"Gross. You are so similar to my brother." Blaax complained, but her face betrayed her true feelings- lust for her sexy husband letting loose and being a true Slitheen.
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The next morning, Kuxa was meant to be teaching applied physics. He had heard from all of his brethren, they were settled in nicely.
"So… physics. Physics, physics, physics…" He grunted, following the slides. He just wanted this to be over so he could make a start on this project. The sooner, the better.
After class, a scrawny nerd approached him - he smelt like pencils.
"Professor McAdams? My name is Riley Chalmers, I was wondering if we could talk to discuss the assignment for this class?"
"Uh- um, not right now- Riley, was it? I'm quite busy." Kuxa was busy packing his things up, the lab being his next stop.
"Sorry, professor, but it'll be really quick!"
Kuxa grunted. "Oh, fine- what is it?" He sat back down, anticipating this wouldn't be as quick as this guy made it out to be, farting as his ass hit the leather chair.
"W-well, I was just wondering if I could do my assignment on a theoretical planet? Another world?"
"Theoretical? How do you expect anything to have proof- references?"
"Oh, I have references- many references. I can show them to you, if you have time?"
Kuxa immediately shook his head, "Unfortunately not, Rick, I'm rather busy- why don't you come and see me in my office hours? All the information is online." He grunted, standing up, and walking out, leaving Riley in the dust.
"It's… Riley." He frowned, walking out as well.
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Kuxa made his way to the lab, inputting the code and walking down to the basement. The project was already impressive- even if it was just a shell. All they needed was to finish the main components: the quantum field emitters, the modulator core, the phase drift detection sensors, the stabilisation pods, and the control interface. He was prepared to do most of the work, even if Tlex was pretty handy when it came to technology. He had heard that Gaarn could get stuff done under pressure, which is partly why he had asked Blaax to convince him. Now he just needed to wait for everyone to arrive… he had told them 11. Where could they have gotten to?