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Like the other Lost Colonies stories, you may not find much to stroke 
about here, but you will, hopefully, find an entertaining tale.
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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me off.
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Lost Colonies:The Symbiotes (F/alien, SciFi, oral, anal, caution)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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"No response to the hail, Captain." Bill, eager to repeat our success 
with the planet Eden, had begun hailing CM21020225-1 as soon as the 
Folder dumped us on the outskirts of the system.

We had already come up dry on the first two systems along it's planned 
trajectory, neither giving any clue as to whether CM21020225-1 had ever 
been there.  Orbital surveys, however, seemed to indicate that those 
systems had planets that would be pretty inhospitable to humans, so we 
continued on as the crew of the CM must have done.

Every day, for the month and a half it took to approach the orbit of the 
most likely planet, Bill and Mary, the ship's AI, hailed and scanned for 
signals with no result.  As we neared the planet, however, scanners 
showed an object in low orbit around it.

Sure enough, the CM module, apparently dead except for its orbit 
stabilization systems, circled the planet. The external cargo framework 
was empty, so we assumed that the colonists had at least tried to make a 
go of it here. Surface scans showed no signs human occupation, however. 
  No buildings, factories, or electronic signals could be detected. 
The planet was teeming with life, but from orbit, it was difficult to 
determine what that life consisted of.

The team I sent to check on the CM reported that while the colonists had 
apparently left in good order, the condition in which they left the 
orbiter seemed to indicate that they had no intention of returning.

I sent a couple of AI probes to the surface, and while they reported 
lush vegetation and abundant wildlife, they could detect neither humans 
nor dangerous predators.  Meanwhile, from orbit, we detected a large 
concentration of metal at one point on the surface, whose mass was 
consistent with that of two shuttles like those carried on the 
colonization missions.

Determined to find out what happened to these people, I suited up and 
went down with the survey team, landing in the sparsely vegetated area 
where the sensors had told us the shuttles might be.  Sure enough, as my 
skin tingled from the bio-shield and I made my way down the ramp I could 
see the crumbling remains of what were, unmistakably, CM shuttles.

There was steam rising from the scorching our shuttle's retro thrusters 
gave the sparse vegetation, but it dissipated quickly.  I had just 
stepped off the ramp when a naked woman, apparently in her thirties, 
came running into the clearing.  Hands to her cheeks, she surveyed the 
burned flora under the shuttle and cried, "What have you done!? Oh my 
god they're dead!"

Her pronunciation was a little strange, but her speech was not as 
unrecognizable as had been the Edenites.

"I'm sorry, ma'am!" I said placatingly, though I wasn't sure what I 
should be sorry about, "Should we have landed somewhere else?"

Suddenly her gaze fell on my face.

"You-you're from Earth?!" she gasped.

"Yes ma'am. I'm Captain Cecilia Barnes of the Golden Hind." I replied, 
"We were sent from the United Federation of Earth Aligned Planets to 
find out what happened to the colonial missions sent out in the 21st and 
22nd centuries. I take it you are descended from the people who were on 
this mission?"

I waved my hand to indicate the rotting shuttles.

"No, I am Rosemary Devins." she said, with an air of disbelief, "I AM 
one of the people who were on this mission!"

"I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood." I said, "I thought I heard you 
say you were one of the people who were on the colonization mission."

"You did not misunderstand, Captain." she said, "It is a long story, and 
before I can tell it, I must first let Galadrak know what has happened! 
Please, come with me, but stay on the path!"

I left a detail to guard the shuttle, and with a small squad of Marines, 
followed Rosemary into the lush forest surrounding us. On the way, I 
signalled the ship to search the mission rolls for a Rosemary Devins. 
Mary, our AI, came back almost immediately with a picture and personal 
data.  The Rosemary Devins who left earth nearly twenty centuries ago 
had looked, if anything, slightly older than the person before us. The 
pictures were identical in every other respect, down to the tiny scar on 
the left cheek - the remnant of a childhood accident.

We had walked about a mile and a half when one of my marines halted the 
column and pointed to a nearby tree. On a large root, at its base, lay a 
seemingly unconscious man.  Roots or vines sprouted from every orifice 
in his body except eyes and ears. A fine network of tiny tendrils 
covered his head. His cock was rigid, and was made even more so by the 
nearly half-inch thick tendril that seemed to be still working its way 
into his urethra!  A much larger one had invested his anus, while a 
similarly sized outgrowth had worked its way down his throat.  Two 
smaller ones writhed into his nostrils.  He seemed to be in absolutely 
no distress.  In fact, as we watched, he spasmed through what I could 
have sworn was an orgasm!

"Sergeant!" I ordered, "Cut that man loose and get him to sick bay!"

"NO!" Rosemary screamed, "You'll kill him!"

"What are you talking about?" I said, "Can't you see that he'll die if 
he's left like that?"

Her head was shaking violently, and she seemed deathly afraid that the 
sergeant would carry out his orders.

"He's just communing with Galadrak!" She grabbed my arm, trembling, and 
continued, "Please! I will explain everything after I have reported to 
Galadrak! Just let him be! In a little while those tendrils will 
withdraw and he'll be  as good as new!"

Skeptical, but realizing there was something at work here that was new 
to us, I cancelled my order and we moved out.  We had gone perhaps 
another mile into the forest when we came to an enormous tree.  Rosemary 
left the path, stepping carefully to avoid the patches of vegetation on 
the ground and caressed the worn roots of the tree.

"This is where I commune with Galadrak, Captain." She said, reclining on 
one of the larger roots. "Do not be alarmed at what you see.  This could 
take a couple of hours so please, whatever you do, STAY ON THE PATH!"

As she spoke, tendrils sprouted from the root beneath her, and Rosemary 
sighed a blissful sigh as they invaded her body.  As with the man we had 
seen, she seemed almost to become part of the tree. Her head, too, was 
covered by a fine network of fibers as her bodily orifices welcomed the 
woody invasion.

I ordered the sergeant in charge of the detail to post sentries while 
the rest of us relaxed as best we could on the well-beaten path. At one 
point, as I sat in the dirt, I inadvertently placed my gloved hand on 
the vegetation at its margin.  Even through the material of the hazard 
suit, I could feel the plants writhing, withdrawing from the pressure of 
my palm. I lifted my glove to watch the last bit of green crowd in 
amongst its neighbors, leaving the spot where my hand had rested bare.

Four times over the course of the next hour, Rosemary's body spasmed in 
what I could only interpret as tremendous orgasms.  I discussed it with 
Gail, our ship's doctor, and she agreed.  Whatever the hell this 
communion was, the people doing it seemed to enjoy it immensely!

The troops were getting restless, and probably horny, when the tendrils 
finally withdrew from Rosemary's sated body.  She climbed langorously 
down from the root and rejoined us, moving like a woman who's just left 
her lover.

"Galadrak wishes to commune with you, Captain!" she seemed excited about 
that for some reason.  After what I'd witnessed, I had mixed feelings.

"Who is this Galadrak?" I asked.

"Galadrak is the planet, Captain." she replied, as if searching for 
words, "It is the combined life force of every living thing on this 
planet, with the exception of humans."

"Why not humans?"  This was getting stranger every second.

"Because we are not native to this planet," Rosemary said, "we are not 
part of the overall consciousness.  The only way we can become part of 
that consciousness is through communion.  Once the communion ends, we 
are no longer in direct contact with Galadrak."

"So, what you were just doing - that was how you communicate with the 
planet?"

"Oh, Captain," she gushed, as if talking about a lover, "it's so much 
more than that!  Galadrak feeds us. It  gives us immeasurable pleasure, 
and it keeps us healthy, giving us much longer lifespans than other humans!"

I was really puzzled now. "So, how did this relationship with the planet 
come about?"

Rosemary's face clouded as she answered, "It took us many months to 
understand the true nature of this planet, and many of us died in the 
process.  We never realized the wounds we were causing by cutting down 
trees to build our houses.  To protect itself, Galadrak sent hordes of 
tiny, insect-like creatures to attack our food supplies, our buildings, 
even our shuttles.  Funguses, corrosion, and rot attacked everything as 
soon as it came in contact with the planet.  If we slept in a shelter at 
night, by morning, the shelter and all our belongings would be rotting 
and crumbling away.  No matter what measures we used to fight the 
incursion, a new strain would immediately show up that was immune to our 
poisons or fungicides or whatever else we threw at it.  The shuttles, 
once landed, could not take off again.  We were stuck on what we thought 
was a hostile planet with no way out."

"So how did you come to THIS state of affairs?" I asked.

"I guess I was the first." Rosemary replied, pensively, "I was starving, 
my clothing, like everyone else's, had rotted away, and in my weakness, 
I fell behind the others as they trekked through this forest in search 
of a place of safety.  I was tired and weak, and couldn't go on.  I lay 
down on that root to rest, and fell asleep.  As I slept, I dreamed of 
soft hands caressing me, and a virile lover taking me. The dream was so 
vivid, and so out of place, that I awoke to find myself bound up in 
those tendrils. I realize now, that it was Galadrak that kept me from 
going into panic, but at the time, I was just mildly surprised by the 
fact that I stayed calm. I could feel my body penetrated, but it felt SO 
GOOD! Whatever was down my throat was seeping something delicious into 
my mouth and stomach, and the sensations from... other places, were 
equally delicious!  As my mind calmly catalogued all of this, I became 
aware of the presence of an enormously powerful mind. It apologized for 
taking me while I slept and assured me, without words, that everything 
would be all right. In that first communion, I learned that we had been 
a blight on a planet that had been, until our arrival, perfectly 
balanced.  I also learned that, if we were to survive, we needed to 
become part of the planet's eco-system, instead of trying to fight it. 
Galadrak kept me for more than a day in that first communion, and when 
it released me, I was once again healthy. My appetite and thirst had 
been slaked, and I was, for the first time since coming to the planet, 
sexually satisfied."

"Galadrak had converted a number of trees within the forest for 
communion with us," she continued, "and my task was to convince the 
remaining colonists to join Galadrak instead of fighting it.  Some, 
eager to grasp at any straw, and swayed by the change in my health since 
they last saw me, were easy to convince.  Others, skeptics, held out 
until the first ones returned with tales similar to mine. A few viewed 
the communion process as perversion of the worst sort, and refused to 
try it.  They died, hungry and miserable.  Of the original number of 
twenty five hundred colonists, fewer than five hundred remained by the 
time we learned to co-exist with Galadrak."

"So are all the humans here original colonists?" I asked, "Have there 
been no children?"

"Occasionally, one of us dies by accident or some other circumstance 
beyond Galadrak's control." Rosemary answered, "When that happens, 
Galadrak allows one of us to get pregnant, but it is not done in the 
same way as on Earth.  We do copulate with each other freely, but that 
never results in pregnancy - that would upset the delicate ecological 
balance.  When Galadrak wishes to impregnate a female, it allows a male 
to share her communion. Semen collected from the male is processed 
through the communion tree and implanted in the female.  Children 
conceived in this fashion are almost as much a part of Galadrak as the 
native species. They don't need communion to be in touch with Galadrak, 
only to tend their physical needs."

Rosemary shook herself as if suddenly remembering something. "Come, we 
must find your communion tree.  Normally, a tree is dedicated to one 
being.  Because of the unprecedented nature of your visit, Galadrak has 
modified a communion tree that was set aside for a human to be born 
soon.  You will commune through that tree, and your knowledge will be 
passed on to the baby."

We started back in the direction we had come, and as we neared the edge 
of the forest, I noticed that the trees grew successively smaller, as if 
the forest grew by spreading outward.  How Rosemary knew which tree to 
choose, I don't know, but she stopped us at the foot of a tree that, 
while still magnificent, would have been dwarfed by 'her' tree.

"You need to remove your clothing Captain." Rosemary said, "Don't worry, 
Galadrak will not let anything harm you."

I consulted with Gail, and she confirmed that she could detect nothing 
harmful in the surrounding atmosphere.

It was with some trepidation that I stripped off my hazard suit, ship 
suit, and undergarments.  Most of the crew had seen each other without 
clothing, and many had shared each other's bunks, so I wasn't shy, but 
the thought of subjecting myself to what I had seen Rosemary go through 
had me both excited and fearful.  Ah well! I had fought for this 
assignment so I could experience something new, and experiences didn't 
come much newer than this!

I instructed Mary to monitor and record as much as she could through my 
implants, but not to interfere unless I ordered it.

The root, as I reclined upon it, felt cool, and surprisingly soft under 
my back.  Almost immediately, I felt my arms bound - firmly but not 
uncomfortably, as my legs, too, were wrapped with tendrils and pulled 
apart.  My heart raced, and I closed my eyes, only to have them fly open 
as a thick, somewhat slimy tendril invaded my pussy!  This was NOT a shy 
tree! That root, or whatever it was, plunged all the way to my cervix, 
then insinuated its slender tip into the mouth of my womb!  The next 
thing I knew, the thicker body of that rude root had bulled its way to 
the back of my womb. Then, like a million tiny fingers, it branched out 
and filled me completely.

At the same time, I felt another tendril invade my urethra.  Because I 
had not had a chance to urinate since I left the ship, my bladder was 
uncomfortably full, but the root seemed not to care. I lost track of 
what it was doing, however, when another tendril wormed its way deep 
into my anus, and kept going! That damned root just writhed and wriggled 
and I felt it going past my colon, deep into my intestines!

I had no time to worry about that, though, as another fibrous tentacle 
pried my lips apart. I thought briefly about trying to keep my teeth 
closed against it, but a sap-like substance seeped from its surface, and 
when I licked at it, the root slipped between my teeth.  To my delight, 
the stuff exuded from the surface of the invading tendril tasted 
wonderful! I was so delighted by the taste, I didn't even marvel at the 
fact that my gag reflex never activated as the root slid down my throat!

Because of the bombardment of strange sensations from all over my body, 
I hadn't noticed the growth of a fine mesh of tendrils covering my 
entire head.  I did have time to wonder why I hadn't panicked as they 
invaded my nostrils and apparently branched throughout my lungs!

I suddenly became aware of a tremendous presence within my consciousness 
- a vast, but somehow limited, intellect.

'Galadrak, I presume.' I thought.

'You are a new one.' It seemed not to have a sense of humor, or perhaps 
didn't know the story of Dr. Livingston.

'Yes, I guess you could say that.' I thought, 'Where ARE you?'

'We are everywhere,' the mind replied, 'We are composed of every living 
thing on this planet. The animals, the trees, the plants, even the 
smallest of insects are joined together in this entity we call Galadrak.'

'Yeah, but who's in charge?' I was fumbling with this combined mind concept.

'No one being is "in charge".' Galadrak replied, 'as your mind is 
composed of individual cells, the mind of Galadrak is composed of the 
combined minds of all living things on this planet, except the other 
ones. They have not yet become fully attuned to us.'

'Then why do you keep them around?' the question was intended to remain 
private, but Galadrak picked it up.

'The other ones are capable of doing things that none of us can do.' 
Galadrak answered, 'They also have agile, powerful minds of their own, 
and do not need to be in constant connection with us to do wonderful 
things.  This is both a strain and a wonder to us. Since they are not in 
constant contact, we have to be alert, lest they inadvertently harm some 
portion of us.'

'But, if you're a single organism,' I mused, 'what do your parts eat?'

'The analogy of a single organism breaks down when considering anything 
but the combined mind of Galadrak.' it replied, 'Each individual part of 
us has its own needs.  By sharing a mind, however, we can maintain 
balance between the parts.  We sacrifice plant life to feed the animals. 
Other animals eat those animals. Some animals die to feed the insects 
and microscopic creatures like bacteria. Their excretions and remains 
when they die in turn provide further sustenance for the plants.' 
Galadrak lectured, 'It is what your kind call an ecological cycle. With 
this cycle under the control of its collective mind, it maintains 
balance and harmony.'

'So, how do the Humans fit into that picture?' This was really getting 
interesting.

'At first, unknowingly, they destroyed large parts of Galadrak.' came 
the reply, 'To try to maintain balance, we took from them the materials 
to rebuild. Then the one called Rosemary rested on the roots of a tree. 
  In desperation, to try to learn what manner of creatures they were, we 
bound her and used the roots of the tree to explore her organism.  In so 
doing, we found that we could communicate with her. It was only then 
that we discovered that we had done them as much harm, if not more, than 
they had done to us. We, who live in harmony, were apalled that we had 
done such a thing, and immediately modified more trees to accept 
Rosemary's kind in communion. We learned how to provide for them, and 
they learned how to help us. Now, most of their sustenance is provided 
during the communion process, but occasionally, we sacrifice one of our 
parts so that they may eat solid food, as this is how they are 
accustomed to eating.  In return, they carry things from place to place 
for us in a short time, that might take tens or even hundreds of cycles 
to move otherwise.  Those marvelous "hands" help the plants to grow in 
beneficial ways, and construct "tools" that accomplish wondrous things 
in a very short time.'

'So they work for you,' I summarized, 'and you feed them?'

I could almost feel this gigantic head nodding, 'That is how we achieved 
balance with the others.'

'Wow!' was all I could think to, uh think, 'Do you have anything you'd 
like to ask me?'

'The one that calls itself Rosemary believes that you will not stay. Is 
this true?'

'It is true, although others may come here after I have made my report.' 
  I'm not an introspective person, and this kind of talking in the mind 
was a bit uncomfortable for me.

'This is not a good thing.  Our - ecology - cannot stand the strain.' I 
could almost sense a frown as it continued, 'It has been difficult to 
make a place for the first ones of your kind, but once they knew us, 
they helped us in many ways.  New ones, especially ones that do not 
stay, will disrupt the balance.'

An idea suddenly occurred to me.  'What would you need, that you do not 
have enough of, to manage your ecology better?'

'There are certain minerals that do not occur here in sufficient 
quantity and cannot be reproduced.  We reclaim as much as we can from 
the waste of our bodies and those of the others, but over time, some is 
converted to other substances and we cannot convert it back. I believe 
one of those is known to your kind as sodium. Iron is another.  We also 
lack sufficient sulfur to support a further influx of beings.'

'What if visitors could bring large quantities of those substances with 
them?' I asked.

'This is possible?' See what I mean by limited? This was a mind that, 
while it managed an entire planetary ecosystem, didn't know about other 
planets and the like.

'There are many planets where these substances occur in large 
quantities.' I replied, 'Are there things that exist in excessive 
quantities here?'

'There is a yellow metal that is soft and not useful for most living 
creatures. I believe your kind calls it "gold".  A similar white metal 
is also abundant. Your kind calls it "silver".' Galadrak replied, 'Why 
do you ask?'

It took a while to explain the idea of trade, but Galadrak understood 
balance, so the concept wasn't too far-fetched for its comprehension.

'Can these excess metals be taken from wherever they are in sufficient 
quantities to use for trade?' I queried.

'The trees that grow near those locations can be modified to excrete 
those materials in almost pure form. The ones like yourself can then 
gather and transport them to the location where your ship landed.' 
Galadrak was getting into it now, 'We will remove all living things in 
that area so that ships will not injure parts of us as yours did.'

'Sorry about that.' I thought. I really was sorry, not realizing I was 
landing on a conscious, sentient planet. 'If you wish to open trade with 
other planets, I will notify my government of your needs, what you've 
got to trade, and the rules for landing and trading on this planet.'

Suddenly, I again became aware of my body as it was wracked with a 
powerful orgasm!

'Holy shit!' I thought, 'What was THAT all about?'

I could almost feel a smile as Galadrak replied, 'This is how we reward 
your kind for their help in keeping the planet running smoothly. Is that 
acceptable with you, as well?'

'I'll say!'

Twice more, I shuddered through uncontrollable spasms of immeasurable 
pleasure.

'There is one other thing we would ask of you.' Galadrak thought, into 
the waning bliss of the last orgasm. 'The genetic material available to 
keep the others viable is sparse and of insufficient variety to allow 
the birth of many of the others without complication. We have harvested 
some genetic material from your body, but need more for the long term 
stability of the others.'

Of course - a mind that was accustomed to managing a planetary ecology 
would understand gene pools.

'So you want my crew to provide additional genetic material?' I 
anticipated the next part of the question. I had a feeling that we were 
going to hear that request a lot as we found more of these colonies.

'Yes. We will prepare trees for their communion, if that is agreeable.' 
Galadrak seemed relieved, 'We cannot allow too many new ones to be 
created at a time, but we have found that it is possible to store the 
genetic material for many cycles until it can be reused, by combining it 
with certain other substances.'

'I can't promise anything, but I will ask for volunteers.' I replied, 
'My crew is pretty open minded, so I think you'll get as much genetic 
material as you can use.'

The roots embedded in my lower orifices writhed and trembled and I felt 
an electric current shoot through my body as yet another impossible 
orgasm shook me.

Galadrak apparently wasn't much for long goodbyes. Suddenly, it was 
gone, and the woody tendrils of the tree rapidly withdrew from my body. 
As I slid from my perch on the root, I realized my bladder was no longer 
full - the damn tree had apparently emptied it for me. Of course! 
Galadrak needed sodium, and urine containing salt would be just the ticket!

My knees almost buckled as I started walking, and I had to pause for a 
moment and let go of the feeling of total satiation I felt before I 
could return to my crew.

Gail gave me a quick once over and proclaimed me to be in even better 
health than when I first reclined on the root.  Apparently, a small cyst 
that she had known about, but hadn't felt worth bothering me about yet, 
had been cleanly removed from my ovary - from the inside!

The vid crystals of my communion with Galadrak were a big hit with the 
crew, and I had no trouble getting volunteers to contribute 'genetic 
material'.  The vast majority of the first to try were women, for some 
reason, but after the first couple of guys came back with tales of the 
best sex of their lives, the men were lining up for the shuttles, too.

I transmitted my trade recommendations back to the Federation via Folder 
drone along with my report and a set of guidelines for future visitors, 
including strict orders to land only at the coordinates we had used, and 
to never, ever, damage flora or fauna without express permission from 
Galadrak.

As we broke orbit and headed toward the outskirts of the system, Bill 
came to me with a portable terminal.

"Captain," he began, studying the terminal, "Mary thought she detected a 
signal at one of our Folder course correction stops during that last leg 
of the trip here, but didn't say anything until she could clean it up. 
She's been working on it, though, and unless her noise reduction 
algorithms are playing some kind of cosmic joke, we received a 
transponder signal from CM20951212-2 while we were en route to Galadrak!"

"How can that be?" I asked, "Can she still be in space after all this time?"

"Not likely, Captain," Bill replied, "It could be a signal that was sent 
from her transponder centuries ago that just took that long to reach 
where we were. The puzzling thing is, neither Mary or I can figure out, 
if she stayed on course, how such a signal could have taken that long to 
get to that point in space-time."

"Well, what say we go check it out?" I replied. The flexibility to do 
what I thought best was one of the things I appreciated most about this 
command. "Can Mary plot us a course back to that location?"

"Yes Ma'am!" that was Mary, via my implant.  She, of course, could see 
and hear everything that went on within her hull.

"Then, to quote an old twentieth-century vid,'Make it so, Number One!'" 
I quipped.

Bill looked at me funny but turned to do my bidding. Mary asked, "Who is 
Number One?"

I guess I further confused the issue by replying "We are, Mary! We're 
Number One!"

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