My name is William.

I can’t tell you my name or where I live. What I can tell you is the truth. The Earth is being invaded. They can be your mom, dad, brother, or best friend. They didn’t replace them with some sort of clone; they’re under alien control: Yeerk control. The Yeerks are like parasitic slugs, but smarter and much worse for your health.

They slither into your skull and take over your motor functions, and sensory perceptions, turning you into a Controller. They invade your memory and pretend to be you, but they have a different agenda: take over the Earth.

We’re not crazy; at least, I don’t think so. You see Earth, and you, have a defense: the Animorphs. When we touch any animal, we can absorb their DNA and morph into it, but only for two hours. After two hours, we become a nothlit, the animal we changed into, forever, like Tobias, the red-tailed hawk.

There are seven of us: Jake, our leader; Rachel, his fearless Xena-like cousin; Marco, Jake’s sarcastic best friend, Cassie, the resident tree-hugger; Aximili, the Andalite whose brother gave us our morphing power; Tobias, the hawk who has regained the ability to morph; and of course, me. Together we make up the Animorphs.

I’ve been thinking a lot about that night when it all started. All of the others have this 'connection'. You see: Marco, whose best friend is Jake, likes Cassie, whose best friend is Jake’s cousin, Rachel. Tobias was the kid Jake saved from bullies, and Ax, who we rescued later, is somehow Tobias’ uncle. Me, I’ve been the outsider. While the others were just entering their teens, I’m about the age of Jake’s Controller brother, Tom. It’s come in handy when we don’t want Marco to crash a vehicle; I know the rudiments of driving much better than that prankster.

But my status as an Animorph has always seemed like an accident. The others, like I said, all knew each other, are all about the same age, are actually pretty fit. I, on the other hand, am overweight, nearsighted, and only got to know them through our various missions to stop the invasion. It has been helpful in some cases. The Yeerks would never suspect the fat blind human of being a rebel, but hey, I’m a teenager too. And since I don’t know them much apart from our Animorph status, I have been a helpful second-in-command to Jake.

Yeah, even though I’m older, Jake has that ability to make snap-shot decisions. While I may be the better tactician, once we’re in battle, a real leader has to make quick judgments, which I make poorly.

My problem is different than all of that. Oh, yeah, the Yeerks rank pretty high up, and David, a betrayer who once had the morphing ability used to be there too, but mine could be far worse. My eyesight and weight issues are far down on my list; morphing cuts those out; once I’m a wolf, owl, or bird-of-prey, I’m lean and sharp-visioned. My problem is hormonal.

You see, when you morph, part of your brain becomes the animal’s instincts, which can be fairly overwhelming. But you also retain your own independent thoughts, and my thoughts are not as innocent as I’ve led my companions to think. I’ve kept my adult drive covered; my desires hidden by quips and a ready wit, as well as pretending to ignore and cower when actual sexual advances come my way. Not that it happens often.

But recently it has become harder to ignore. My mind wants satisfaction. I’ve started to think about some of my friends outside the Animorphs. The female ones who don’t suspect my sexual desire. To absorb their DNA, morph them, and do naked poses. I’d use my digital camera, and upload to my emachines computer and masturbate. And that’s only a start.

Rachel, Jake’s cousin, is one hot gymnast. I know she and Tobias like each other, but that doesn’t stop my longing to rape her, to watch her breasts, surely C-cup, jiggle as I pound her cunt.

Cassie, the girl Jake likes, is one black chick who knows how to be beautiful, even when morphing, which for most of us can look like a car hit two creatures and merged them. I can see why Jake likes her, but not why he would want to hide it, since Cassie likes Jake too. Her watermelons are probably C-cup too, but could possibly be larger.

I also know I could succeed where David failed. David just wanted one type of power, one type of control. I want sexual slaves. Sure, let’s fight the Yeerks. I don’t want them to control me or anyone. I want the control, but I want a different sort than the Yeerks, David, or even the Andalites. The major difference is I’m prepared. Cassie’s osprey, dolphin, and wolf, as well as Rachel’s elephant, dolphin, and owl, are all female, so I’ve take the time to acquire males of each just in case they morph them. If they go insect, I’ve acquired a larger array of insects including praying mantis, wolf spider, daddy-long-legs, and dragonfly to catch them. And yet, these plans are all rudimentary. I don’t know if I actually want to implement them. I know I’d win, because not even Jake matches me in the actually planning, but I know it would be wrong. To attempt them would mean murdering the others. And not even for my sexual desires would I do that.

Oh, there are so many plans. To tell the truth, living alone because my dad died from cancer has given me a lot of freedom, and money. Some I’ve used for some of those date-rape drugs. I’ve also done some talk-dancing with Ax on the limits of morphing. I know that if I would, if I was interested, there are ways, like pregnancy, which prevent morphing.

I’ve also acquired an interesting morph when on one of our missions to the Blade Ship: a male Taya. It’s almost completely human accept for a few differences: a huge sexual stamina, long life span, non-Yeerk infestable, and the very interesting characteristic that humanoid creatures that mate with a male Taya come to sexually desire that particular male. Of course this is very bad for the Yeerks since a slave of a Taya is just as useless to the Yeerks, and a bad morph for the leader, Visser Three, since it is possible (unlikely yet possible) that as a Taya, the Andalite the Visser is possessing, War Prince Alloran, could break free.

Since then, I have come to understand that the Yeerks have destroyed as much of the Taya race as they could, but I still have the morph. And while the desire I would instill would only last as long as I was in morph, I finally decided I would put a plan into action...