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Description 'Only four months old.' The red-head stared down quietly at the shoebox containing the body of her parrot, already stiff and cold from rigormortis. 'It was only four months old, but it's already died.'

It was just a few hours earlier, on that bright Saturday morning, when her scream awoke the whole house. Her beloved pet bird, a bluegreen parrot, laid motionless on the bottom of its cage, its glassy eyes opened wide in a permanent stare. By the time her parents came running to check the matter, she had already safely tucked away that little misplacement, the object sitting by the bird she could only assume was placed there by some cruel prankster-- since if not, there was something very, very wrong lurking behind the incident.

There had been warning signs... and now the girl regretted putting her faith in the vet who told her the bird's earlier erratic and self-destructive behaviours were merely signs of stress. She moved the bird from the busy living room to the quiet stillness of her own quarters, hoping the poor thing would stop biting out its own feathers.

Unfortunately, the doctor's diagnosis was wrong, the red cardboard box in her hands proving that. As she knelt down over the freshly dug dirt and gently relinquished the makeshift casket to the earth, a certain thought kept tugging at the back of her mind, a constant reminder of the something that still rested within her dresser drawer.

Once the box had been buried with wildflowers atop the grave, the girl retreated back into the house where her mother stopped her as soon as she entered the kitchen.

"Gwen, it's not your fault, even though you might think it is. The vet told us she'd be fine, and none of us saw it coming, okay? So don't get yourself down about it." The woman wrapped her arms around her daughter, who returned the gesture before the two of them separated and the girl returned to her room.

Sliding open the drawer and lifting up a couple of shirts, Gwen rediscovered the little white object she'd quickly sandwiched between her clothing that morning. Her fingers brushed against the surface of the shell, cold and smooth, feeling like it'd shatter even under the featherweight pressure she placed upon it. Taking it in her hand, she slowly rotated the egg around with her thumb and forefinger, looking over every inch of it. It was pure white, and a bit smaller than the typical chicken eggs she ate for breakfast. Her parrot had been a female, so perhaps she shouldn't have been too surprised... but out of all the times to randomly lay an egg, why did her bird pick right before its death to do so? Something about the whole thing seemed off, though thinking about it made her head hurt. She sat on the side of her bed and stared down at the egg, her eyes growing distant as she thought back on the morning's events.

Not her fault? It was impossible for her to think it wasn't. Maybe if she'd gotten a second opinion, the bird could have been saved. The tiny white object in her hand grew blurry as a warm wetness built up in her eyes. 'Crying over a bird... what am I, five?' Yet, she couldn't deny the guilt and the loneliness she felt looking at the cage, sitting empty in the corner of her room. If she could, she'd apologize a thousand-and-one times over, though she had nobody to whom she could say it now.

Laying down and curling up on the mattress, she kept the egg encased between her hands. "The least I could do is protect you." she murmured, despite knowing the little oval object couldn't hear her. "You might not have anything inside you, but I'll keep you until you smell too bad to stand."

And keep it she did, hiding it in an old hollowed-out music box (the thing had broken years ago, so why not?). Checking up on it quickly began to follow a schedule: once in the morning, once when she got home from school, and once before she went to bed. There wasn't much to check up on-- it was just like constantly poking your head into the fridge to look at the eggs in the carton. Nothing was really going to change until the thing began to rot, though regardless, Gwen still kept tabs on it.

Well, at least, that's what it was like at first. A few days into this routine, the girl began to notice something unusual. The egg seemed to be growing somehow, getting just a tad bigger every day. Did that mean something really was inside it? 'But the egg itself wouldn't get bigger, would it?' she thought, examining the object closer. There must have been some logical explanation for it, maybe relating to something unpleasant, like the insides decaying. It was fun to imagine the egg housed some magical unicorn, though. 'Maybe I'll keep thinking like that until some leaking brown gunk proves otherwise.'

For weeks this continued, the egg getting progressively larger until it exceeded the size of a normal hen's egg. Then came the twitching, the little quivers and movements that became more and more frequent as time passed, as if something inside was wanting out. Gwen took the egg from the shelter of its box and held it in the middle of her cupped palms, smiling as it wobbled in her hands. Something in her brain went off like a warning siren, the tiny voice of some primal instinct demanding she get rid of the odd white object now. As a small crack suddenly opened up in the shell's surface, excitement overcame the frantic bells in her head. Hairline cracks began to cover the egg, small pieces of white chipping off like a finished puzzle falling apart... then it stopped. Gwen's smile lessened as she turned the egg over. "H-Hey, are you still alive in there?" she asked, her voice wavering a bit. 'Oh God, if I killed this one, too, then...'

The next few seconds seemed to happen in slow motion. Right on cue with her thoughts, the egg burst open with a single effort, pieces of shell scattering and falling to the floor in all directions. Within her hands squirmed a blob of shimmering blue-green goop. Gwen had barely enough time to gasp before the substance leaped like a spring into her open mouth, and her eyes widened as she felt it begin slipping down her esophagus, her hands immediately finding her throat. Involuntarily, she gagged, her body trying to rid itself of the invader, though it helped little. She gave another heave, this one stronger, her whole form rocking in recoil as she stumbled back, tripping over her own foot in the process. A loud thud echoed through the room as her head met the edge of the dresser, and she slumped to the floor with her back against the drawers, her last conscious thought being the realization of her reflexive swallow.

She shot up out of bed, her eyes quickly scanning over the room. This wasn't her house, this was somewhere else... white walls, white sheets, white tile... beeping? She turned her head to see an electrocardiogram behind her. 'A hospital? When did I...?' She laid down again and waited for a while, thinking back on the previous events. 'Did that really even happen? Maybe I'm going crazy...' She didn't feel any different. No nausea, no stomach pain... maybe she had been knocked out somehow and dreamed all of it? Maybe she had been in some coma for three years and her whole life since then had really just been some fake world in her mind? She heard the soft sound of shuffling feet outside, which grew louder as the door swung open and a nurse poked her head in.

"Oh, great, you're awake! I'll get the doctor." she quipped before closing the door once more.

After a few more tests were done, Gwen was released to her parents. The car ride home was mostly quiet, except for a few exchanges about the incident. Everything seemed normal enough: she'd simply fallen, hit her head, and passed out. Luckily, she came out of it without a concussion, and besides a sore lump on the back of her noggin, she was fine. No weird blobs. She'd go back home and the egg would be sitting motionlessly in the music box just as it always had. Things were going to be alright.

Except that when she checked the box, the egg was gone. 'So then it did happen?' A creeping sense of dread took its hold on her as her eyes fluttered about the room, looking aimlessly for some miracle solution to pop out at her. Nobody would believe her if she told them. They'd think she was crazy, wouldn't they? So what could she do?

She sprawled out on her bed, face buried in the pillow. "Maybe I'm still at the hospital." she murmured, voice muffled, "I-I never went home. I'm still sleeping there." It was there, under the influence of this very unlikely hope, that she eventually fell back asleep...

Wet. Something was... wet under her. Wet and cold. Her eyes opened to reveal a wall of some sort. In fact, there were walls in every direction-- she was trapped in something, something that shared its shape with... "An egg?" she asked herself, though what came out of her mouth was more like a nervous squeak than an actual voice.

"Yes."

Startled by the voice, Gwen jumped to her feet, something splashing and rippling under her. "W-Who are you?" she demanded, attempting to sound bold (though failing at it). The inside of the egg was illuminated by some unknown source, as if the light just naturally -existed- there, but even with this help, she couldn't find the source of the talking.

"The being from earlier. You remember, don't you? Sit down for a little while." its voice was oddly calm, its tone and volume never raising past a gentle whisper.

"Y-You're... crazy if you... if you think I'm going to sit down!" the words fell from her lips in a jumbled mess, though satisfied that she got her point across, she tried to walk to the other side of the prison-- but was stopped by something tugging at her stomach. She looked down, first noticing the thin layer of blue-green liquid covering the floor before realizing what was holding her back.

A pink, fleshy rope led from her navel to the wall of the egg behind her, like some sort of umbilical cord. She'd been able to keep herself together for quite the while, but now it was just impossible. The substance on the floor splashed up around her as dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around herself, tears already beginning to stream down her face. "L-Lemme out of here, please!" she cried out between sobs, "I don't wanna be in here! I don't wanna be a plaything for an alien or whatever you are! P-Put me back in my room!"

"But Gwen, you are in your room. This is just a dream." Despite the explanation, some droplets of guilt seemed to ooze forth from the voice, as if it felt bad for making the girl cry. "I wanted to speak with you, but I thought it would be better to do it while you were asleep. However, I can't control how your mind pieces everything together... so I apologize. Please trust me when I say that I don't mean any harm, though! You're actually very valuable to me, much more so than a simple 'plaything.'"

A dream, huh? She wasn't sure if she believed it... though considering she had swallowed whatever this thing was, she didn't care to contest it. "D-Dinner, then!?" she guessed.

"Definitely not! Listen, just calm down and I'll explain everything to you."

Well, if she wasn't going to be messed around with, and she wasn't going to be eaten... the worst options were out of the way. This calmed her significantly as she scooted back and sat down properly, her back against the wall of the egg. "O-Okay, what do you want me for, then?"

"Alright, well, I'll start with the basics. I come from a certain species of... well, I guess using terms you'd understand, alien-- one whose members grow more unstable the older they get. Once one of us hits a certain age, we're almost completely incapable of surviving on our own. We need a host body to support us."

"So you're like a space parasite, then...?" Oh god, she was going to have all the life sucked out of her, wasn't she?

"No, no! Parasites take from their host without giving back, but we provide a symbiotic relationship. In return for allowing us to live and thrive, we can grant you advantages in return, such as... huh. Well, what do you not like about yourself?"

"U-Uh, I'm... I'm kind of awkward around people... shy... it's hard for me to make friends." she admitted, feeling almost embarrassed about it.

"Well, I might be able to help you overcome that! Maybe by just a little, but at least some progress will be made, yes?"

"Really? You can do that?" she piped up, her tone a bit more optimistic than before.

"I sure could try. Plus, I'll always be around to talk to. If you ever feel lonely, or scared, or anything... you can speak with me. I'll try my best to help you out."

"So you'll be like... a friend that lives in my head, right?" The concept sounded crazy, like something only mental patients experienced.

"Yeah, something like that!" it confirmed.

"And the parrot... was that you who killed it?"

"Uh... yes. Sorry. I tried to use its body first, but it ended up rejecting me, so I escaped through a fake egg. Unfortunately, the experience weakened me, so I had to build up my strength before I could come out of it. Had you not hidden me that day, I probably would have hatched in some garbage dump, and that would have been it for me. So I guess this means twice you'll have saved my life."

"You'll have to be my replacement parrot, then." she said with a small smile.

"I guess I'll have to be. Except I'm sure I'll hold better conversations than it would have." A pause. "Well, I guess we're done then. I just wanted to explain what was happening, so you wouldn't feel so threatened. I haven't fully finished merging with you, though by the time you wake up..."

"W-Wait..." Gwen stuttered, the liquid around her beginning to steadily rise up, swallowing her hands and ankles. "I thought you said you were just going to live inside me, right? L-Like, if I wanted you gone, all I'd have to do was vomit or something, right!?" Panic filled her throat, though she tried her hardest not to freak out again.

"Yes. Live inside of you, as a part of you. We're becoming a single organism as I speak. Just think of it as... having a tiny, second brain that can speak to your normal one."

Now the liquid was around her elbows. "S-So you're turning me into an alien, too!?"

"Well, not exactly. You'll only be part alien. Mostly human, actually!"

"But it's reversible, right!? I-If I wanted you out, you can separate from me and leave and go somewhere else!?" She was feeling more and more claustrophobic in the egg, especially with the substance licking at her neck. She began to hyperventilate, her breathing quick and ragged.

"I'm afraid not. Once we've fully merged, that's it. Unless you die sometime soon, we'll be together for the rest of your life."

"T-Then I don't want this!" she cried, grabbing at the cord in her stomach and tugging at it, trying to somehow pull it out. If she could get free of it, then she could possibly break the egg and get out. She realized how stupid it sounded, that somehow destroying the dream would, in turn, save her from her impending fate, but she had to do something. Either way, it was sick-- being trapped within that egg, like she was some baby bird waiting to hatch. She yanked so hard it began to hurt, but she didn't care if she pulled off her skin in the process. She wanted the cord out, now. She was helpless here, unable to do anything for herself, her body now in the hands of something else, something that planned to alter her, change her. The blue-green sea rushed over her head, and she knew she'd drown in it. As her vision dimmed, she realized there was no stopping it. She'd be reborn-- but some piece of her would die and be left behind in that egg forever, something she'd never be able to reclaim.

Immediately upon waking, she knew something was not right. She was sprawled on the floor, her limbs splayed at uncomfortable angles. She tried her best to stand, but found it hard when she'd never walked on talons before. Wait... talons? She stared down at her bird-like legs, then looked back and forth from her arms, which had become great wings. The digital clock on the dresser read 3 AM... everyone would be asleep by now. She carefully crept towards the door, trying her best not to fall, and after some difficulty, turned the knob and opened the door. A short trip down the hallway landed her in the bathroom, nails clicking against the tile. She looked at her face in the mirror, feathers extending from where her ears should have been, and feathery antennae sticking out of her head like some sort of insect's. "W-What did you do to me!?" she asked, trying to keep her voice low.

'Oh, er... seems my initial attempt at binding to the parrot has left some side-effects on you. Hold on, let me try something.'

Her skin began to crawl, shudders running up and down her body as the feathers and talons disappeared, being replaced by human skin and toes, her whole form shifting until she was simply standing naked in the bathroom. She gave a nervous whine before rushing back to her room and throwing on some new clothes.

'See? It's not like you'll have to live life looking like that. Though, it does take a lot of effort to hold you in this form... so let me make a deal with you. In public, you'll look just like you do now. Nobody will suspect anything, and you can carry on with your life as usual. But when you're home alone, particularly when you sleep, you'll have to deal with being in the other form. Since you've already got new clothes on, I guess our compromise will have to wait until tomorrow, but that's how it'll be. Is that fine with you?'

Gwen desperately wanted to refuse, but she knew there was no changing what had happened. "S-Sure..." she mumbled in defeat.

This was definitely going to take some getting used to.
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Comments: 10

PineFreshZombie [2009-12-03 08:36:56 +0000 UTC]

i am totally gonna advertise u
if that's ok.. i have a lot of watchers, lol

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Saicurtis In reply to PineFreshZombie [2009-12-03 08:41:39 +0000 UTC]

i-if you want!?!?

but ty i am glad you like my stuff enough to do something like that lmao

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PineFreshZombie In reply to Saicurtis [2009-12-03 08:44:34 +0000 UTC]

it's rare to see good writers on dA, lemme tell ya
i'll read your other works asap when i get the chance and try to give you some good feedback instead of somethin gay like 'wow nice story' ;;

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Saicurtis In reply to PineFreshZombie [2009-12-03 08:48:58 +0000 UTC]

i was under the impression i was gonna be outleagued by hordes of medieval fantasy writers here who all write about elves and dragons and shit but they do it really well and then everybody was gonna be like IDK UR STUFFS OK I GUESS ITS NOTHIN COMPARED TO ELVENMAIDEN13'S WORK THOUGH then i go and its like 50 page long epics about wizards idk i think im rambling BUT TY ; u;

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PineFreshZombie In reply to Saicurtis [2009-12-03 09:07:43 +0000 UTC]

HAHA NO WAY
YW i'll advertise you when i upload a journal giving all my watcher's the finger. : )

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Saicurtis In reply to PineFreshZombie [2009-12-03 09:16:37 +0000 UTC]

yay ilu <3

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KINGKOLEA [2009-12-03 07:55:11 +0000 UTC]

THE TITLE REPULSES ME AND ALSO THE PART WHERE SHE'S IN THE EGG BUT YOUR WRITING MAKES ME HAPPY SO IT IS OKAY * u* laksjdflkj

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Saicurtis In reply to KINGKOLEA [2009-12-03 08:08:59 +0000 UTC]

one day im gonna write mpreg slash about me you and eggs and i am gonna laugh when u squirm ok

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KINGKOLEA In reply to Saicurtis [2009-12-03 08:11:13 +0000 UTC]

WHY ARE YOU SO CRUEL TO ME................

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Saicurtis In reply to KINGKOLEA [2009-12-03 08:17:09 +0000 UTC]

because i love you

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