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Waves crashed against the wooden posts of the pier, sending foam lashing at Maisie's sandal-clad feet. Along with them from the sea came a cold wind, biting at her exposed legs and upper chest. She pulled her leather jacket over her low-cut yellow top, but the short thing was nowhere near enough to cover her skin from the icy chill.

She turned her blonde head, scowling at Phoebe. Her straight-haired friend was just sitting on a bench at the other end of the wooden jetty, licking at an ice lolly. A lolly which still somehow seemed whole, despite the fact they'd decided to stay outside because she wanted to finish eating it... Ten. Minutes. Ago.

Phoebe didn't react to her scowl, simply sitting there in a lacy top and a denim jacket, and apparently not even feeling the cold. Everyone else at the already-quiet seaside had gone into a cafe or an arcade, so there was literally no-one else to people-watch. So Maisie turned to look at something else. The only other thing else, the sea.

Gosh, and even the seagulls were leaving. Tons of little white 'v's were disappearing into the horizon, leaving her even more alone. She imagined even the fish were deciding to get away from this disappointingly boring place.

Maisie felt her eyes narrowing. Actually, the seagulls weren't just flying towards the horizon, they were all flying out in a circle. Away from something. And, damn, she actually had nothing better to do than to stare at the water trying to figure out what that something was.

All while stupid Phoebe was slowly licking away at her stupid lolly.

She stuck her lip out in a big pout, which almost made her feel better. As she cast her eyes around lazily, she saw that there were actually fish swimming towards the pier. Her eyes tracked outwards, and saw ripples moving towards the fish. Not waves, just ripples on the water. Like if she threw a rock into the sea...

Actually, there were waves of the ripples. Every few moments a new one would sweep into her frame of vision. She looked further out, trying to find the source.

A few metres further out, she saw a circle of constantly rippling water. Spreading out from a central point... Oh, they were a spiral pattern!

Why were there spiral ripples in the sea...?

And... were they moving?

She took a step back by reflex alone. They were moving. The central point the ripples were spiraling out from was coming towards the pier.

Fast.

She turned her body, but her legs were heavy with fear. Was she going to run? Shout to Phoebe?

She didn't know. She hadn't decided when the spiral pulse reached her.

A wave ran through her body. She felt a painful vibration inside her skull, then her neck. Then her arms felt like the bones were trying to escape from her skin. Her chest sent ripples of pained excitement back to her brain. Her torso rocked back and forth, leaving her exhausted as if she'd just been hooping for twenty minutes. Her legs buckled as they couldn't stay straight.

She looked over herself, panting for breath, numb with dull pain and confusion. Her clothes looked like a gust of wind had just blown them every which way. Weirdly, the skin that was exposed by her top curling up didn't even feel cold. Kinda warm, actually.

She could even see a curled end of her blonde hair, which she had spent hours straightening this morning.

That frustration was what beat out her confusion. She braced her arms agaisnt the wooden floor and started to push herself up. Her legs, which had been wobbling like crazy seconds ago, were now completely stable. Only her head was a bit fuzzy...

What was she about to do, again?

Then another wave hit her.

It wasn't as strong. She still couldn't hold onto her thoughts as it pulsed through her head. She still lost control of her arms as they spasmed painfully. She still arched her back in helpless submission as her knees buckled and bent in on each other. She fell again to the ground. The shakes were so distressing and painful. But other parts of her body were registering pleasure. It was so strange, so ... confusing.

And she still felt warm around her waist where her skin was completely bare.

The warmth started to spread. Up, then back down a bit to the side. Then curving up to her chest again. Like a spiral...

And it was moving downwards too. Between her legs was already confusing, but now it was warm as well.

In this freezing cold wind. The warm was sooooo nice.

She couldn't stand even if she wanted to. Her legs were shaking with warm, hot energy.

A third wave pushed down on her.

She buckled under it. The pulse of spiraling energy moved through her body quickly. But it still left her panting. And hot. So, so hot.

So hot it was almost painful. Every part of her body now felt the heat. Whether it was under two layers of clothing or not, her skin, and the muscle and fat beneath, all burned.

But it. Still. Felt. Good.

She felt the rumbling headache, and knew a fourth wave was hitting her.

As it reached her chest, and the heat rose even more, she knew she couldn't take it.

She couldn't focus.

Couldn't think.

She could only feel this hot, spiraling pleasure.

Maisie moaned. Long and loud. Her voice spurred on by the visceral goodness in her entire body. It modulated with the spiraling wave.

Her moan continued until the wave moved on past her.

It took her a few seconds before she could even see more than spiraling goodness, but she came round. Her daisy dukes were stained, her hair was a complete mess. Her throat was dry even as her tongue lolled out, panting.

But, Maisie realised, she only cared about one thing.

She wanted to feel this again. She struggled to her feet.

She looked down the pier, tracking the spiraling wind by watching the movement of specks of dust and fish underwater. Her feet moved automatically, her arms even starting to come out in front of her. Like a silly sleepwalker. She was, kind of. She was lost in a dream of pleasure.

But she realised now she actually cared about two things.

Her eyes immediately focused on Phoebe's tongue, still licking away at the lolly.

She wanted Phoebe to feel this, too.

"Phoebe, come over here!"

Her brunette friend's narrow eyes narrowed even more as she looked up at Maisie, still licking at her precious, silly lolly. "I heard you earlier, I'm not playing along with your stupid trick."

Maisie responded with a whining noise which came out by pure muscle memory. "But Phoebssssss!"

But Phoebe only pouted back at her, with a 'so-sad' expression "No. You're acting weird."

Maisie was concerned by her friend's thoughtful expression. Maybe she would figure it out and go get help. She would hate that. She needed to share this time with Phoebe.

But then suddenly none of that mattered. Because the spiral wave had reversed. She stared at it in awe, it's ripples visible to her even on the wooden floor. Then it hit her again.

The vibration of her bones and muscles barely fazed her anymore. She just felt the heat welling up inside her, spreading out again from her stomach. Up and down, into areas which made her feel hollow then suddenly so, so full of happiness. Her legs spread into near-splits as she moaned. Her vision dissolved into pulsing spirals as she felt only her excited, pounding heartbeat vibrating in her skull.

She heard Phoebe's voice, laced with concern. It was close enough now.

Maisie knew what she needed to do. She knew nothing else. Every part of her brain and body was united with a single goal.

She reached out and grabbed Phoebe by both arms, spinning her and pulling her into a right embrace. Pulling her into the spiral wave.

Phoebe couldn't lie to herself. She was scared. Maisie's behaviour was beyond any prank she'd ever done before. And she couldn't have been that annoyed about Phoebe wanting to enjoy a lollipop that she would...

Do whatever she'd just done. Fake an orgasm?

It was confusing as well as scary.

But as she realised she couldn't struggle free of Maisie's arms, fear was definitely winning over incredulity. She felt her breaths quicken as she tried to squeeze her thin arms out of her friend's grip. But Maisie just pulled her in tighter. The hold was so strong. Far stronger than Maisie's lean but not at all muscular form should have been able to manage.

Something was really, really, super weird here.

She kept fighting, but very quickly she felt the wind buffeting her in a sudden gust. A sudden gust that came from above, somehow. And it felt weird, like it was spinning around her, closing in.

She was shaking. Literally shaking. Violently actually. It hurt a bit. From head to toe a shake went through her body, getting especially bad below her knees. Her calves slammed into each other uncontrollably, making little 'claps' of flesh on flesh. She gritted her shaking teeth.

Phoebe was, obviously, terrified. But her body wasn't shaking out of fear.

It was with anticipation

She shook her head, still unable to move her arms. Feeling returned to her legs, and she realised her sagging body was only being held up by Maisie's weird new strength.

"W-what's?--" She opened her mouth to ask. Then the wind blew again and her mouth was dry in an instant. Any moisture was replaced by the unexplainable, but also pleasurable feeling of vibration, leaving her gasping for warm breaths of sweet air.

She could feel the hairs on her shaking arms stand on end. She could feel Maisie's arms around her own.

She could feel how soft her grip was

And Maisie was... warm. Really warm. Nice... cuddly...

Phoebe realised moisture had returned to her mouth when drool dribbled down her chin. Another wave hit and this time hot drool flowed freely, drenching her chin and collarbone beneath.

And in her ear Maisie was moaning, and she liked it her friend's body was gyrating against her in circular motions, decreasing in size.

A spiral motion.

It felt nice.

Keep stroking, Maisie

Her body felt so heavy. She had no energy left. She was giving in to whatever force had took her friend. Whatever was making those beautiful moans in her ear happen.

I wanna make her do that

She couldn't fight any more. She let herself go limp, she let out a little moan of pleasure and submission. Then she felt Maisie's soft arm come around her in a tight, caring embrace. She felt the spiraling wind brush Maisie's beautiful new curly hair against her cheek.

Hold me tight, baby

She felt Maisie's other arm start to explore. First it lightly brushed her cheek. She didn't have the energy to even turn her neck to answer. But she loved it as the arm moved down her side, tickling at her rib just before another spiral hit and mushed her organs in pleasurable confusion again.

Finally, Maisie's hand reached her ass, and started to stroke against that cheek, circling... no, spiraling.

Keep stroking me, Maisie, oh God pleeeeaaaaaase

Another wave came. She had lost count. Everything had blended into one spiraling descent into pure bliss. But this one she could distinguish. Because this one was when Maisie screamed next to her ear in ecstatic glee. And Phoebe joined in. Two high pitched waves, their voices going up and down erratically, but in unison. High and low, less and less each time. Their pitches spiralling into a centre.

It felt so right. She felt the spiral. I felt good.

Take me. Take me. Take me.

The heat from her body was unbearable. And Maisie's body was even hotter. But there was no sweat. Her body meant for her to feel this heat. She wanted to act on her impulses. Her desires. The desires unearthed by the power that had hit both of them.

So her hand reached up and grabbed Maisie's arm, pulling her friend's hand upwards. Towards her chest.

Another wave hit, and she felt the heat and pleasure completely saturate her body. Even Maisie's fingers squeezing at her nipples hardly added to the overwhelming upwelling of feeling from between her legs up to her chest up to her brain. But it did still add. And all Phoebe could do was drool and moan.

I can feel the waves hitting me. And they feel sooooo goooood!

Her body was moving of its own accord now, but Phoebe didn't mind. It still made her feel good to accept the vibration permeating her body. It made her even more excited as she turned around, free of Maisie's grip. But not free of her friend's embrace. Because she realised now that Maisie was so, so hot. Her wide hips, her perky chest, her curly blonde hair, her flawless face...

Her spiraling eyes.

She couldn't take it anymore. Phoebe leaned forward, her neck craning upwards slightly. Her mouth opened.

Maisie's opened in response.

She forced herself inside her friend, tongue first.

And they were both lost in spiraling, uncontrollable pleasure.

The six-legged Sardak reappeared in the Scouting Ship's bridge, its molecules recombining instantly as the teleporter did its work. Its red-armoured legs clicked together. Their rhythms combined with the gestures of its pincer-like claws and the movements of its antennae to convey meaning unambiguously to the captain.

The two aliens agreed. The S-Waves had worked. The Sol-3 native species didn't even notice the Scout's presence after the waves had interfaced with their strange hydro-hegemonous neural structures. Their responses seemed in line with the test subject they had abducted a few rotations ago.

A complete success. The Captain ordered the technicians to calibrate the waves for a wider range, and the navigators to set course for above a population centre.

The Scout sent a final communication - what to do with the Sol-3 creatures?

The Vice-captain piped up with a flutter of brown-plated wings. They should beam them into containment for further study.

Neither Phoebe nor Maisie noticed themselves being coupled on a molecular level and shifted into the artificial atmosphere of the Sol-3 holding area on the Sardak Exploratory Ship 2852. They didn't notice their surroundings of alien metal and strange creatures monitoring them. All they saw was a spiral, and all they felt was the other's body, so so warm and nice.

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Why do a standard alien invasion when you can just brainwash the populace, right? ;D

Horny sex-dolls put up little resistance. I would know...

Description

Waves crashed against the wooden posts of the pier, sending foam lashing at Maisie's sandal-clad feet. Along with them from the sea came a cold wind, biting at her exposed legs and upper chest. She pulled her leather jacket over her low-cut yellow top, but the short thing was nowhere near enough to cover her skin from the icy chill.

She turned her blonde head, scowling at Phoebe. Her straight-haired friend was just sitting on a bench at the other end of the wooden jetty, licking at an ice lolly. A lolly which still somehow seemed whole, despite the fact they'd decided to stay outside because she wanted to finish eating it... Ten. Minutes. Ago.

Phoebe didn't react to her scowl, simply sitting there in a lacy top and a denim jacket, and apparently not even feeling the cold. Everyone else at the already-quiet seaside had gone into a cafe or an arcade, so there was literally no-one else to people-watch. So Maisie turned to look at something else. The only other thing else, the sea.

Gosh, and even the seagulls were leaving. Tons of little white 'v's were disappearing into the horizon, leaving her even more alone. She imagined even the fish were deciding to get away from this disappointingly boring place.

Maisie felt her eyes narrowing. Actually, the seagulls weren't just flying towards the horizon, they were all flying out in a circle. Away from something. And, damn, she actually had nothing better to do than to stare at the water trying to figure out what that something was.

All while stupid Phoebe was slowly licking away at her stupid lolly.

She stuck her lip out in a big pout, which almost made her feel better. As she cast her eyes around lazily, she saw that there were actually fish swimming towards the pier. Her eyes tracked outwards, and saw ripples moving towards the fish. Not waves, just ripples on the water. Like if she threw a rock into the sea...

Actually, there were waves of the ripples. Every few moments a new one would sweep into her frame of vision. She looked further out, trying to find the source.

A few metres further out, she saw a circle of constantly rippling water. Spreading out from a central point... Oh, they were a spiral pattern!

Why were there spiral ripples in the sea...?

And... were they moving?

She took a step back by reflex alone. They were moving. The central point the ripples were spiraling out from was coming towards the pier.

Fast.

She turned her body, but her legs were heavy with fear. Was she going to run? Shout to Phoebe?

She didn't know. She hadn't decided when the spiral pulse reached her.

A wave ran through her body. She felt a painful vibration inside her skull, then her neck. Then her arms felt like the bones were trying to escape from her skin. Her chest sent ripples of pained excitement back to her brain. Her torso rocked back and forth, leaving her exhausted as if she'd just been hooping for twenty minutes. Her legs buckled as they couldn't stay straight.

She looked over herself, panting for breath, numb with dull pain and confusion. Her clothes looked like a gust of wind had just blown them every which way. Weirdly, the skin that was exposed by her top curling up didn't even feel cold. Kinda warm, actually.

She could even see a curled end of her blonde hair, which she had spent hours straightening this morning.

That frustration was what beat out her confusion. She braced her arms agaisnt the wooden floor and started to push herself up. Her legs, which had been wobbling like crazy seconds ago, were now completely stable. Only her head was a bit fuzzy...

What was she about to do, again?

Then another wave hit her.

It wasn't as strong. She still couldn't hold onto her thoughts as it pulsed through her head. She still lost control of her arms as they spasmed painfully. She still arched her back in helpless submission as her knees buckled and bent in on each other. She fell again to the ground. The shakes were so distressing and painful. But other parts of her body were registering pleasure. It was so strange, so ... confusing.

And she still felt warm around her waist where her skin was completely bare.

The warmth started to spread. Up, then back down a bit to the side. Then curving up to her chest again. Like a spiral...

And it was moving downwards too. Between her legs was already confusing, but now it was warm as well.

In this freezing cold wind. The warm was sooooo nice.

She couldn't stand even if she wanted to. Her legs were shaking with warm, hot energy.

A third wave pushed down on her.

She buckled under it. The pulse of spiraling energy moved through her body quickly. But it still left her panting. And hot. So, so hot.

So hot it was almost painful. Every part of her body now felt the heat. Whether it was under two layers of clothing or not, her skin, and the muscle and fat beneath, all burned.

But it. Still. Felt. Good.

She felt the rumbling headache, and knew a fourth wave was hitting her.

As it reached her chest, and the heat rose even more, she knew she couldn't take it.

She couldn't focus.

Couldn't think.

She could only feel this hot, spiraling pleasure.

Maisie moaned. Long and loud. Her voice spurred on by the visceral goodness in her entire body. It modulated with the spiraling wave.

Her moan continued until the wave moved on past her.

It took her a few seconds before she could even see more than spiraling goodness, but she came round. Her daisy dukes were stained, her hair was a complete mess. Her throat was dry even as her tongue lolled out, panting.

But, Maisie realised, she only cared about one thing.

She wanted to feel this again. She struggled to her feet.

She looked down the pier, tracking the spiraling wind by watching the movement of specks of dust and fish underwater. Her feet moved automatically, her arms even starting to come out in front of her. Like a silly sleepwalker. She was, kind of. She was lost in a dream of pleasure.

But she realised now she actually cared about two things.

Her eyes immediately focused on Phoebe's tongue, still licking away at the lolly.

She wanted Phoebe to feel this, too.

"Phoebe, come over here!"

Her brunette friend's narrow eyes narrowed even more as she looked up at Maisie, still licking at her precious, silly lolly. "I heard you earlier, I'm not playing along with your stupid trick."

Maisie responded with a whining noise which came out by pure muscle memory. "But Phoebssssss!"

But Phoebe only pouted back at her, with a 'so-sad' expression "No. You're acting weird."

Maisie was concerned by her friend's thoughtful expression. Maybe she would figure it out and go get help. She would hate that. She needed to share this time with Phoebe.

But then suddenly none of that mattered. Because the spiral wave had reversed. She stared at it in awe, it's ripples visible to her even on the wooden floor. Then it hit her again.

The vibration of her bones and muscles barely fazed her anymore. She just felt the heat welling up inside her, spreading out again from her stomach. Up and down, into areas which made her feel hollow then suddenly so, so full of happiness. Her legs spread into near-splits as she moaned. Her vision dissolved into pulsing spirals as she felt only her excited, pounding heartbeat vibrating in her skull.

She heard Phoebe's voice, laced with concern. It was close enough now.

Maisie knew what she needed to do. She knew nothing else. Every part of her brain and body was united with a single goal.

She reached out and grabbed Phoebe by both arms, spinning her and pulling her into a right embrace. Pulling her into the spiral wave.

Phoebe couldn't lie to herself. She was scared. Maisie's behaviour was beyond any prank she'd ever done before. And she couldn't have been that annoyed about Phoebe wanting to enjoy a lollipop that she would...

Do whatever she'd just done. Fake an orgasm?

It was confusing as well as scary.

But as she realised she couldn't struggle free of Maisie's arms, fear was definitely winning over incredulity. She felt her breaths quicken as she tried to squeeze her thin arms out of her friend's grip. But Maisie just pulled her in tighter. The hold was so strong. Far stronger than Maisie's lean but not at all muscular form should have been able to manage.

Something was really, really, super weird here.

She kept fighting, but very quickly she felt the wind buffeting her in a sudden gust. A sudden gust that came from above, somehow. And it felt weird, like it was spinning around her, closing in.

She was shaking. Literally shaking. Violently actually. It hurt a bit. From head to toe a shake went through her body, getting especially bad below her knees. Her calves slammed into each other uncontrollably, making little 'claps' of flesh on flesh. She gritted her shaking teeth.

Phoebe was, obviously, terrified. But her body wasn't shaking out of fear.

It was with anticipation

She shook her head, still unable to move her arms. Feeling returned to her legs, and she realised her sagging body was only being held up by Maisie's weird new strength.

"W-what's?--" She opened her mouth to ask. Then the wind blew again and her mouth was dry in an instant. Any moisture was replaced by the unexplainable, but also pleasurable feeling of vibration, leaving her gasping for warm breaths of sweet air.

She could feel the hairs on her shaking arms stand on end. She could feel Maisie's arms around her own.

She could feel how soft her grip was

And Maisie was... warm. Really warm. Nice... cuddly...

Phoebe realised moisture had returned to her mouth when drool dribbled down her chin. Another wave hit and this time hot drool flowed freely, drenching her chin and collarbone beneath.

And in her ear Maisie was moaning, and she liked it her friend's body was gyrating against her in circular motions, decreasing in size.

A spiral motion.

It felt nice.

Keep stroking, Maisie

Her body felt so heavy. She had no energy left. She was giving in to whatever force had took her friend. Whatever was making those beautiful moans in her ear happen.

I wanna make her do that

She couldn't fight any more. She let herself go limp, she let out a little moan of pleasure and submission. Then she felt Maisie's soft arm come around her in a tight, caring embrace. She felt the spiraling wind brush Maisie's beautiful new curly hair against her cheek.

Hold me tight, baby

She felt Maisie's other arm start to explore. First it lightly brushed her cheek. She didn't have the energy to even turn her neck to answer. But she loved it as the arm moved down her side, tickling at her rib just before another spiral hit and mushed her organs in pleasurable confusion again.

Finally, Maisie's hand reached her ass, and started to stroke against that cheek, circling... no, spiraling.

Keep stroking me, Maisie, oh God pleeeeaaaaaase

Another wave came. She had lost count. Everything had blended into one spiraling descent into pure bliss. But this one she could distinguish. Because this one was when Maisie screamed next to her ear in ecstatic glee. And Phoebe joined in. Two high pitched waves, their voices going up and down erratically, but in unison. High and low, less and less each time. Their pitches spiralling into a centre.

It felt so right. She felt the spiral. I felt good.

Take me. Take me. Take me.

The heat from her body was unbearable. And Maisie's body was even hotter. But there was no sweat. Her body meant for her to feel this heat. She wanted to act on her impulses. Her desires. The desires unearthed by the power that had hit both of them.

So her hand reached up and grabbed Maisie's arm, pulling her friend's hand upwards. Towards her chest.

Another wave hit, and she felt the heat and pleasure completely saturate her body. Even Maisie's fingers squeezing at her nipples hardly added to the overwhelming upwelling of feeling from between her legs up to her chest up to her brain. But it did still add. And all Phoebe could do was drool and moan.

I can feel the waves hitting me. And they feel sooooo goooood!

Her body was moving of its own accord now, but Phoebe didn't mind. It still made her feel good to accept the vibration permeating her body. It made her even more excited as she turned around, free of Maisie's grip. But not free of her friend's embrace. Because she realised now that Maisie was so, so hot. Her wide hips, her perky chest, her curly blonde hair, her flawless face...

Her spiraling eyes.

She couldn't take it anymore. Phoebe leaned forward, her neck craning upwards slightly. Her mouth opened.

Maisie's opened in response.

She forced herself inside her friend, tongue first.

And they were both lost in spiraling, uncontrollable pleasure.

The six-legged Sardak reappeared in the Scouting Ship's bridge, its molecules recombining instantly as the teleporter did its work. Its red-armoured legs clicked together. Their rhythms combined with the gestures of its pincer-like claws and the movements of its antennae to convey meaning unambiguously to the captain.

The two aliens agreed. The S-Waves had worked. The Sol-3 native species didn't even notice the Scout's presence after the waves had interfaced with their strange hydro-hegemonous neural structures. Their responses seemed in line with the test subject they had abducted a few rotations ago.

A complete success. The Captain ordered the technicians to calibrate the waves for a wider range, and the navigators to set course for above a population centre.

The Scout sent a final communication - what to do with the Sol-3 creatures?

The Vice-captain piped up with a flutter of brown-plated wings. They should beam them into containment for further study.

Neither Phoebe nor Maisie noticed themselves being coupled on a molecular level and shifted into the artificial atmosphere of the Sol-3 holding area on the Sardak Exploratory Ship 2852. They didn't notice their surroundings of alien metal and strange creatures monitoring them. All they saw was a spiral, and all they felt was the other's body, so so warm and nice.

----

Why do a standard alien invasion when you can just brainwash the populace, right? ;D

Horny sex-dolls put up little resistance. I would know...