CATCH UP:
http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6791243/

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He acquired her DNA while she struggled to get free, thrashing out in desperation as she realized what he was doing.
“What are you doing?! What do you want?” She demanded. She was well aware that she was in tail territory now.
He could see it on her face, the mistake she had made... but he had no intention of using it.

He still held onto her as her morphed his way back, becoming furless, losing his eyes, legs, tail, as he by all accounts became naked and helpless.

His mind immediately went to consume everything, to let the morph take control and function it’s own body, devouring the instincts and the fear and the wants and needs.

He stared back at her with her own eyes.

He grinned. A huge toothy grin that might have meant to be a little bit threatening if he bothered to think about such things a little more deeply.

“There are controllers here to infest your household,” he informed her with an disarming smile.

Her face paled, “No- NO! They can’t-“ her face grew hard.

“I’m taking care of it-caare of itt,” he ran his tongue around his mouth, an interesting array of sounds although not much different than other mouth morphs.

She finally shook his arm off her, “What’re you smiling about? My home is about to be infested!”

He raised his eyebrows in minor annoyance, but still a slight smile hinted all over his face, “I told you, I am taking care of it.”

“What are you going to do? Talk to them?” She asked incrediously.

He gave her a critical look, “Am I going to talk to an aggressive alien species bent on enslavment? No. I’m going to ask you where you might have some weapons though.”

She looked at him, knitting her eyebrows in confusion, “Why did you morph me? Why not use your andalite form, or some animal morph?”

He searched the room, looking for a suitable weapon while replying, “They’re looking for an andalite, it’s best they don’t find one, or they really will stop at nothing to destroy this place. And Anyway-“ He straightened up and looked directly at her, “I have something to prove. Now- weapons, please?”


“There’s…there’s machetes and other lawn care stuff at the back of the house-“

“I highly suggest you locate these weapons and remove any humans that are unable to fight from the household, and return here with aforementioned weapons. The controllers outside will brief for a few minutes before trying to enter the domicile, so that’s exactly how much time you have.”

She didn’t move.

“NOOW? Perhaps?” He snapped.

She raised a finger, opened her mouth like she was about to say something, lowered her finger, brought it up again,” We’re going to talk about this later,” she swore.

Yeah, the last words before an eventual scolding, sounds about right.

He strode to an assortment of clothing articles, something some species used rather than fur.

Well, they seemed complicated. He settled on a few long scarves and did a warriors weave to secure his upper torso, and skirt and leg wrap for his lower torso.

He hesitated. All considering, he was working with a new morph, unpracticed, anything at all that would be a disadvantage to him could be catastrophe. But. He did take this dna without permission, and lead an alien invasion to their doorstep. And anyway, he was awesome enough to compensate.
He took another cloth article to hold onto, until the right moment.

He quickly got to work practicing his movement. A few million years of evolution wouldn’t leave a two legged critter wanting for balance. Logically speaking they’d have to have some sort of balancing mechanism..
He stretched out, practicing emptying his mind to let the human instincts operate its body properly.

She came back with carrying an assortment of rusted, inferior metaled blades.
But they were long. And Sharp.
She took in his attire. She was largely relieved he had decided to cloth her dna, but-

“It doesn’t make sense,” she said finally, “You’re planning on killing them anyway so why does it matter what morph you’re in.”

Bo’ij grinned, “Ah, you got me. Just call it a bet that needs settling.” He did a great cackle, and gripped one of the blades between his teeth before hoisting himself onward and out the window.

“Who the hell are you?” She yelled exasperated.

He looked back up as the gravity rushed him back down to the earth, a smile curved around the blade.

<I’m Bor’ij, and I’m here to win this stupid war.>

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