The news feed blared in the background, a lie to appease the public. “Today the colony ship Agatha Christie was lost with all hands. On final approach to her destination, a large body drifted into her path and shortly thereafter contact was lost.” I knew the lie for what it was, as I had the true data on my display. For one, that large body had been another ship, for another…

There were still twenty thousand people on board. The internal cameras showed them, revealed to me their fates while the news people spilled their lies. I pulled one feed forward, expanded the view and watched with a mixture of horror and fascination. I witnessed the poor woman as she writhed on the floor, one hand upon her bloated stomach, the other between her naked thighs. She masturbated violently into a violet smeared sex.

I changed the view again, and again. I found a young man, no older than twenty two. He was on his knees, back arched and eyes wide. He didn’t quite stare at the camera, didn’t quite look horrified either. Between his legs, his erection twitched and spat violet against the deck as his bloated gut shifted and rolled. Another arch of his back as his lower abdomen bulged. His mouth opened, he might have been screaming or moaning. A rivulet of purple ran down his inner thigh to a puddle below.

Again I surfed through the feeds until I found the one I’d sought out. Two weeks before it had been a water reservoir for drinking and reaction mass. There was only a single camera inside, one used only for damage control inspections. Now it was one of the breeding chambers, a spawning pool. The once pure and clear water was now a cloudy purple and sloshed thickly as hidden—things—swam through.

A naked body was dragged out, her skin looked bruised, stained with the fluids. The Fliers, the aliens with insectile wings, they clutched her by the wrists as they dragged her up, to the entrance, and passed out into the cavernous ship. I backed up the feed at high speed until I found her point of entry. Two of the Stalker aliens, five legged reptilians with chitinous scales and corded muscle, tossed her from the entry into the pool.

She thrashed as was thrown, clawed at her captors, then splashed into the thick sludge and bobbed immediately up. She floated at it’s surface, much higher density than water it seemed. She tried to swim, tried so desperately to escape—at first. As the seconds passed her efforts grew feeble and disoriented. A minute passed and the ripples in the sludge fixated upon her, approached.

She floated upon her back, mouth agape, eyes closed, thighs open. Her hips twitched involuntarily, her stomach rippled, her breast heaved with breaths. She had lost control. She didn’t see the ripples approach, but she felt them as viscous violet sludge rolled over her naked body. Her eyes opened, she looked confused. Something muscular and large rose from the depths, a limb half a meter across. It rose into the air above her, curled down toward her face, and the tip opened like an anus. From that sphincter poured a pale lavender mucous as something like a stubby beak emerged or pincer claw. That too opened into three digits, tipped with the stubby beaks, and from the throat between them came a fountain of lavender milk.

What happened next took me off guard. The strike was as fast as a lightning bolt. I rewound and played back again at one one hundredth speed and watched in awe. The limb clenched in slow motion, flexed from the water surface… no, not water… I shook my head at the thought and fixated upon the alien. The limb clenched, descended, the three fingers flexed open, then the woman’s open mouth was penetrated. Her throat bulged, her chest swelled, her eyes began to widen. Then the thick limb closed on her head and swallowed it to her shoulders.

The woman was dragged below the surface as another rose, then followed. A second violent jerk followed, that alien not quite above the surface. I waited as the slow motion played forward. Violet fluid sprayed a dozen meters into the air as they thrashed and seemed to fight over her.

I returned the feed to normal speed and watched the spawning pool slosh and churn, then at last grow still. She bobbed to the surface, her head and legs enveloped in giant sphincters, but her stomach was visible. As I watched, her gut bulged. She clenched and twisted, strained muscles stood out against her stained skin. Another bulge swelled just below her ribs, then something happened to relieve the pressure, the bulge sank, her belly swelled round and bloated.

Minutes passed at normal speed as she swelled, as things wriggled around and pressed against her stomach from within. What was it doing to her? What was happening? She wasn’t dying, that much I knew, none of them died from what was inflicted upon them. She had to be breathing inside that worm-arm thing, or some how getting oxygen. That clawed appendage had gone down her throat, all the way to her stomach and… and what? Ripped her organs apart?

Five minutes, ten, then at last when I was sure the skin of her stomach would rip apart, the first of the limbs retracted. The sphincter opened, her head slopped free in a slurry of red and violet. The pale member pulled from her body. She heaved and jerked, her neck bulged, her eyes opened again. Her gaze was even more disoriented as her eyes rolled first one way, then the other.

The fist of beak like fingers ripped it’s way from her open mouth after a few gentle tugs, and she coughed. Blood came first, bright red against the violet pool. Then her stomach clenched, her back arched, and she heaved. Tattered strips of pink tissue, milky lavender mucous, blood, and fecal matter fountained from her gaping maw. Her stomach clenched flat, then concave, a hollow between ribs and pelvis. She coughed again, her claw curled hands found her empty stomach in obvious pain… then that concave skin bloated up as another flood was forced into her. The worm-arm that held her waist, pumped her full, so full, until she was vomiting again, then again.

I watched her adapt. Hours passed as she was pumped full, drained, pumped full again. The pain seemed to fade, the confusion and disorientation gave way to lust and hunger. She thrashed in something like ecstasy every time she filled, and the pressure of her evacuations lowered and lowered until the rate of inflation matched the rate of evacuation. Mucous poured up her open throat continuously, she inhaled through it, filled her lungs with it, didn’t even cough. She exhaled it, bubbles and sputters from her lips and nose. Her eyes closed.

The worm released her. Her legs drifted open, her vagina cavernous, sphincter torn and gaped, milk drooled from both holes at the same rate as her mouth. Her stomach flattened slowly. The fliers came for her at last. She was so limp in their grasp, yet there was a faint smile on her lips I hadn’t noticed the first time. Her stomach went concave again as they raised her, violet effluent drained from her lower orifices.

They departed through the entrance and I switched cameras a few times, desperate to find her again, then remembered… I rewound until I got her then followed again at high speed. A trail of half dried violet smeared the floor of the hallways, she wasn’t the first, wouldn’t be the last. A man was dragged past her by three Stalkers, one pealed away and pressed his insectile head towards her rear.

The fliers stopped, then let the woman down. The stalker nosed her legs open and pressed something like a tongue into her ruined sex. She arched her back, moaned silently on the screen, then began to masturbate. She didn’t care where she was, didn’t seem to even realize the Aliens were there. The Stalker lowered his thick rear and his tail curled in, under. The sharp tip, covered in backward facing venomous barbs, arched strangely. The underbelly of that tail split lengthwise, and a deep dark, nearly black cleft of flesh was exposed. It swelled, bulged open, unrolled from the slit in his thick hide.

It looked something like what perverts called a pink sock—an anal prolapse, wrinkled and sticky. He raised his head and took a pair of hesitant steps forward until he stood above her writhing body. That deep midnight blue flesh swelled again, unrolled further, then he pressed the inside of his tail against her gaped vulva and shuddered. His tail swelled, it started at his hips and flowed outward to his tip. Between her legs, it nestled in, the barbed tip pressed to the floor, the inner flesh growing into her passage.

The swelling reached the tip, her hips arched. The camera was at just the right angle to see as his inverted appendage swelled too, and the rest of his tail drained into her. It was sudden and intense, not simply a dam breaking, but like a balloon deflating. I wondered how it sounded, how it felt… His tail began to swell again, faster this time but not as thick. Then the balloon deflated a second time and he dragged himself back. He looked exhausted with hung head and shaky limbs.

His tail pulled free and dragged across the floor panels. The everted bowel pulled out of her slowly, each centimeter seemed an over-stimulation to the Alien. He shuddered and jerked his hips. His tail swelled again just a little. An entire meter of alien prolapse was dragged from her vagina before he voided himself a third time. The fluid that sprayed against her flexing pelvis wasn’t violent as I had expected, it was yellow-green and streaked with clots of tangled protein strings. It clung to her skin, the floor, and his prolapse until he jerked away and began the long, arduous process of recovery.

The winged aliens descended upon her again, but not to take up her arms. As the Stalker shuddered and twitched against the wall, they positioned themselves over the abused human. Her gaped vagina hung even wider now, but nothing flowed free. I suspected some sort of structural material in that release, the tangles of mucous clogged her. The Fliers though, they stood over her daintily, perched like praying mantids as their own fat tails tucked in.

Their Tail tips lacked barbs, and instead looked more like the giant worm-arms. A tight sphincter that bulged out like a fist from their scaled chitin. One nestled that end down against the woman’s mouth. She actually licked at it and nuzzled with closed eyes! The other tucked their tail in between her legs and pressed it against her own ruined anus. The sphincters opened in unison. They gaped, dark inner flesh spilled free, yellow-green paste splattered over the woman’s face, throat, and chest as well as mounded between her quivering thighs.

The inner flesh emerged. With smaller versions of the horned fingers. Those fingers gripped at the woman’s lips and teeth, dragged themselves in, and crawled down her throat. I couldn’t see between her legs, but her stomach bunched and hips flexed in response. It was her face though, those wide eyes, gaped lips, and arched back. She forced her face into the Flier’s tail end and swallowed eagerly. There was such incredible hunger in her, such need! She was, before my eyes, willingly pleasuring them!

Tails pulsed in time like rapid breaths. Above those tails, the two aliens hugged one another, face tucked to shoulder. It seemed intimate and horrible at the same time. One of their hands reached up to caress a pair of fingers between the other’s wings, and that one leaned in with a shake. I felt like I was invading their privacy… even as their tails swelled into the human woman’s body.

That swelling distended the lower tail, not as even as smooth as the Stalker. It halted, then gushed, halted, then shifted, until at last the tip of the tail bloomed. Human eyes widened in surprise, her neck bulged and chest rose. Something thick and round slipped between corded neck muscles and below her clavicle. Then another passed, and a third before the tail suddenly voided completely down her throat. The same seemed to repeat between her thighs into her bowels. Her stomach swelled, bulged, then settled into a lumpy uneven position… eggs. Large eggs. They had laid in her like a nest, like a cell in a wasp hive.

The two Fliers retracted their prolapsed bowels from mouth and anus. Yellow-green clots and rivulets fell free, then splattered as the limp fists pulled out. Nothing flowed back up the woman’s throat, or out between her legs. An hour passed, the Stalker left with limp tail, another half hour and the fliers took the human by the arms, and dragged her away.

I climaxed for the third time and pulled my sticky fingers from my humid sex and licked them clean. Then, I thumbed through to another view. A Bull alien stood over a man, his tail tucked and slit just beginning to swell. The man sat up under the huge alien and pressed his filthy lips to the slit. The Bull’s stomach churned and bulge shifted above the man, then his tail began to bloat.

The man opened his mouth against the swollen slit. A straw like protrusion emerged from inverted flesh and he latched onto it like a nipple. The tail released, the man’s cheeks ballooned, yellow-green leaked from the corners of his mouth, but the rest went straight down his open throat. The tail swelled again, then fed again with a gush. The man laid down, his face a grin, his hands returned to his genitals to play as life writhed and thrashed in his body. The Bull moved onto another, a woman, who raised her head eagerly to his tail.

I flipped from feed to feed. No one spoke to one another, there were no clear eyes, no awareness. There was only mad lust and an orgy of inhuman organics. Two weeks had passed since the ship was invaded. Two weeks of impregnation and feeding. Two weeks of my own slow descent toward madness. I looked over at the sealed door and bit my lip, then pressed the stud on the emergency broadcast, “This is The Agatha Christie, please, someone send help. I don’t know how much longer I can take it!”

No response came, none was expected. I switched feeds a few times until I found another violet pool, and another person thrashing in the viscous sludgy depths. He’d already been captured, his hairy gut jutted above the waves as they tore his insides out and made room for their perverse needs. My hips jerked forward involuntarily as his did. I imagined what it felt like to have that huge clawed—thing sink into my bowels without mercy. My cervix, my womb, my throat… I moaned suddenly and found my mouth gaped and back arched, as if waiting for one of them. I’d seen those faces so many times, hungry for their alien’s filthy lust. I found myself hungry too, desperately hungry.

With some semblance of self control, I changed feeds again to watch a man on his hands and knees under a pair of Stalkers. His body shook and bounced between them as they pushed him back and forth. How would that feel? A half meter of flesh in my mouth and throat, another in my ass? I… I wanted to open the door. I wanted to be on my hands and knees under them, face down into his slit, taken from both ends.

I masturbated again with eyes closed and mind a whirl. My mouth was open again, head back. It would be so easy, just crack the seal; they would smell me, would find me in minutes. My tongue worked in a circle. I imagined that wrinkled, sticky, slippery pucker bulge into a rose against my lips, my tongue. How would he taste? Disgusting, probably, I didn’t care though. I didn’t care about my disgust, it was there but unimportant. I needed to taste him. I needed to choke his waste down, swallow his flesh, then welcome his seed into my stomach!

I came to the edge, then backed off. I brought myself closer, backed off. I slipped my sticky fingers into my mouth, to the back of my throat. I gagged. I wanted to gag on him. I choked. I wanted to choke on him. My stomach heaved, my entire hand slipped wetly between my lips. My other hand rolled my clit sharply between fingers, then sank into my vagina. I climaxed as bile crept up my throat, but I resisted the urge to heave again. The pleasure rolled over me, the revulsion, the involuntary reactions of my body. I was out of control, I wanted to let go of the last bit. Just crack the door, and surrender. That would be that.

The climax faded and I pulled my hands free, then wiped them on my bare skin. My throat tasted sour, my nose burned and ran, my eyes ached, my sex felt raw. I changed feeds again and found one of the gyms. A dozen humans were sprawled about across the equipment, pool, hot tubs, and lounge chairs. It might have been any other scene in a gym, except… Four or five times as many aliens than humans filled the room. Most were buried as deep as could be in an orifice. The hot tubs and pool were a sickly yellow-green-purple swirl of filth and reproductive material. I wanted to bathe in it. The air was hazy yellow with steam and aerosolized organic matter. I wanted to breathe it in.

I looked again at the door. Then touched the stud to display the cargo bay outside. A stalker was opening boxes and shuffling through material. A stalker… He was so beautiful to my eyes now. Grace and power as well as an intense lust. He was more male than any human man I’d ever imagined. More attractive. I wondered aloud, “Could you just… come in? None of that intestinal destruction, just… come in and make love to me?”

He looked up from the crate he’d been digging through, then trotted closer to the camera, then past. I pressed another stud, typed in a seventy two digit password as fast as I could, then laid my sticky fingertip against the actuator. The entry field blinked at me, once, twice, three times. At the fifth blink the password would clear and the system would reset.

The tail rose before the camera, I could just make out the dark seam of the underside, a faint cleft in the chitin scales. I pressed down. Twenty five bolts snapped with a sound like gunfire. The door shifted open on its hinge and hung… there was a gap of maybe twelve centimeters through which I could see beyond into the cargo bay.

From the other side, my door was just a wall plate, nothing special, nothing interesting. I heard the grunt of surprise from the Stalker, a scrabble of claws on steel, then his narrow nose pressed into the gap and the dark pits of his eyes fixed on me. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...” I said on repeat. The tail behind him rose, the barbs stood out, glistened with venom. One swipe and I’d be paralyzed for an hour.

I slid my legs apart, spread my folds between fingers, then opened my mouth in an helpless gape. He leaped forward into my small room. He was so much bigger than I’d imagined, twice my mass at least. The door was bulled aside and slammed against the wall. I slipped from my seat to the floor and arched my back, raised my hips, and offered myself to him in the only way I could.

He landed atop of me, just before my chair. His tail slapped down upon the upholstery and sliced it apart where I’d been a second before. He looked down at me, his angular face incredulous. His tail came down between his legs, up between us. I caught it in both of my hands, thumbs to slit. The barbed tip sprayed venom forward over my breasts, but stopped briefly. I dragged it forward, sat up, and pressed my mouth to that slit, pressed my tongue inside before he could do anything more!

I wasn’t sure what I’d expected. Foulness, sure, alien strangeness, yes… but I hadn’t expected something so… so… mundane. My tongue sank into his sphincter, yellow-green mucous smeared my mouth and nose. My senses were filled with a sweet sewage smell and earthy taste, like a mouth full of dirt. His stomach gurgled above me, loud. His tail slit swelled, tip arched backward and away. The little rose bud of flesh bulged outward against my lips, around my tongue. I gagged as a clot of waste smeared across my tongue and squished against my nose and lips.

“Oh, fuck...” was all I said as I realized just how much I’d fucked up. The heat of my lust, my madness, and my hunger? Gone. His prolapse swelled again as a hind claw rose, then curled about the back of my head and tangled in my hair. I couldn’t escape now, I couldn’t take back what I’d done, I couldn’t tell him no and expect him to agree. He swelled further, four centimeters of slimy, filth soaked bowel followed my tongue into my mouth as it recoiled. I started to bite down, then stopped, out of fear what would he do if I bit? I’d never seen anyone resist.

His bowels gurgled louder, his tail swelled at the base of his pelvis with a spluttering gush. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and tilted my head back into his claw. His tail pressed firmly against my face, slit spread over nose, chin, over cheeks. I inhaled the earthy sweetness of him, and shuddered in revulsion. His bowels bloomed against the back of my throat, sticky fecal matter filled my cheeks and squished into my tonsils. I vomited.

Sour bile mixed with sweet shit and burst from my lips into the cleft of his tail. He pressed harder, rocked it up and down over my face. Each time he came down another centimeter was forced between my lips. My guts heaved, my throat strained in rejection, my eyes watered and nose burned. He slipped down my throat. There was no muscle, no structure to his cloaca. His flesh swelled, everted, and unrolled straight into my throat. Every heave gave him a little gap, a little deeper to inflate into. My breath bubbled and sucked around him, mouth agape. My sinuses burned with acid, tongue sour, lips ached. I had done this to myself, I’d welcomed him into my safe house and begged him to do it.

My head felt light and my stomach tight. Between my legs, my sex clenched. Part of me at least seemed to be enjoying it. It was what I had wanted after all, right? My throat felt packed solid, though his flesh had just passed my larynx. I forced myself to swallow. His prolapse slid another few centimeters in, his waste cleared my throat and sank heavily into my stomach. Tears ran down my cheeks, and not just from heaving. I wept quietly as I swallowed again, then again. Above me his tail had swelled down half it’s length… the other half was still packed with feces and needed to clear down my throat before he could ejaculate.

Minutes passed to disgusted agony. Breath came in short sucking bubbles. My eyes watched that approaching deluge with wary desire and terror. Part of me still wanted this, even as I recoiled. My stomach already full of his waste, would soon receive his seed. That stomach that heaved and clenched as it tried to reject the contents. I began, hesitantly, to masturbate. The alien’s erection butted against the entrance to my stomach.

I swallowed again and felt him unroll faster. I could feel little bubbles and clumps work their way down my throat, through him. Little splutters and pops were audible in my throat, and the occasional slushy gush from his stomach and tail. He swelled down and down, scales parted, dark blue flesh exposed. More of his flesh filled my stomach, more of his alien shit.

The swell reached his slit, the skin grew tight and bulged out. His tail tip had curled back hard, bent away by the pressure. Then I felt it slip down my throat. Faster than his prolapse, but only just. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t swallow. There was no room in my neck! Another loud gush from somewhere in his stomach, then a very loud and intimate burble followed by a powerful gush in my own.

I was immediately full, beyond full. My stomach hurt even as his tail deflated. Powerful muscles clenched within it, before my eyes. He forcefed me like a fire hose. The pain in my gut reached a peak, a sudden and sharp peak of pain… then something gurgled again and the massive deluge shifted. My intestine inflated I guessed, the other end of my stomach opened. My gut bulged uncomfortably, cramps came and passed rapidly.

He emptied himself into me, and I just barely contained it. The pain was great, the feeling of… of euphoria was worse. I wanted to laugh, even as I gasped for air and finger fucked myself as hard as I could. My vulva bled where I scratched myself, but I didn’t care. My thoughts felt a little hazy. I forgot where I was for a moment, and what I’d done to myself. His semen was a drug. That was all. He drugged me with his lust… I giggled, which came out as a slurp and gurgle.

Above, his stomach gushed and his tail inflated again, far quicker than before, though not nearly as thick. The rush of semen, if that’s what it even was, bubbled and gurgled down his tail, into my throat, then blasted against my bowels. The pain came again, for I was already at maximum capacity. Something gave way, a sharp pain turned suddenly dull and very very wrong. My stomach swelled in an unhealthy shape, but the pain of it was distant and unimportant.

His tail swelled a third time, and I swallowed again and again upon him. I licked at his slit, cleaned it and cherished it. The pain did not come a third time as he voided his bowels again into me. I felt like his toilet, and that made me giggle more. His tail swelled a forth time, and I reached up with wet, bloody fingers to caress, then squeeze it, milk it. His muscles twitched and strained under my grasp, his evacuation slower and weaker than ever. I rubbed from one end to the other, wringing the last of him into me.

When he tried to retreat, I clung to his tail and did my best to continue pleasuring him. I swallowed, I suckled, I licked, I nuzzled, I stroked and squeezed. He shuddered violently in response, then collapsed on top of me, helpless to escape my pleasurable nursing. Once more, I felt his tail swell under my fingers. It gurgled and vibrated as fluid passed from one chamber to another. I massaged his belly and forced more of it down. This time, his muscles could do nothing to assist. He was exhausted to the point of limpness, his prolapse didn’t even retract. I firmly and possessively milked him for the fifth time.

My distended gut felt wrong. It was smooth and taut, navel a little fold in the bulge to either side. My bladder drained continuously, my bowels grumbled unhappily, but there was no pain. There should have been pain, I’d ruptured my intestines, that was usually fatal. The fear wasn’t there either. Only lust and hunger. I massaged another tiny flow of alien seed from my captive lover, a sixth. His head hit the deck a moment later, then—he simply stopped breathing.

It took me a very long time to drag the dead Stalker from my home… Once I’d managed to drag his bowels from my throat. Thoughts came in rare and sudden bursts of clarity, like tropical birds startled from trees. Each time, I’d find myself suckling on his dead, limp flesh while masturbating. Eventually though he was outside and I managed to shut the door. It took even longer to re-bolt it.

They found his corpse a few hours later. A search followed, much confusion, then life returned to normal again. At least, that’s what I discovered when I rewound the video feeds. I spent the next week writhing in a mixture of lust, agony, and mindless hunger. Whatever cocktail of psychoactive chemicals he had filled me with, they were addictive.

Even when I came back to myself, I craved. I was somehow still alive with the damage he had done to my intestine, and I wanted to do it again. I turned off the feeds, desperation and terror at war with one another. My lust never stopped, even as the hunger faded and sanity returned. Sexual fluids ran down my thighs in violet trails. The scent of it, sweet and earthy, made me think of his bowels—with desire. I was changed, I was the same. My ignorance had been washed away with cold hard reality, my desires only heightened.

I didn’t want to surrender, to be a simple egg sack and suck at the fecal teat for the rest of my life! I wanted to be aware! I wanted to think clear thoughts, know what I was doing, know what depravities I sank to. I kept the displays turned off and filled my silent room with my own disturbed thoughts. To watch was not enough, to imagine was not enough either, but it was better.

Another week passed. My addictive need grew to a level of intensity that rivaled all instinct. A hundred times I started to open the door, only to stop half way. A hundred and one times, the bolts came free, the door opened, and I stumbled into the cargo bay.

It was cold and silent. The scent in the air was foul and stale. Environmental wasn’t functioning properly anymore. I walked boldly into the hallway, to one of the elevation shafts, then went down. It was time to surrender. I could take no more, and there was no life for me, hiding in that hole until I ran out of food and water.

Down and down I went, toward the rotating rim of the ship, until I found the water reservoir. The floor was sticky, smeared in violet sludge. The scent of it was like piss and semen mixed with the alien sweetness. The taste of it… after I got back up off my knees and finished licking my lips, was disgusting. I moaned and my hips bucked.

Another few steps, another few meters. I found the door. It had been wrenched open and the slots crusted over in filth. Beyond was darkness, pitch black. I’d forgotten that, the camera was mostly infra red and emitted it’s own illumination. Water tanks needed no lights.

Below I could hear a slow gurgle. Not too far down, two meters, maybe three. I could just step over the edge, into the abyss, and welcome them into me. I’d never think again, never worry again, never fear again, never be hungry again. I smiled wide, joyful. My loins ached. My anus clenched, my mouth opened wide! I stepped forward, tipped down.

The cold mucous like fluid met me face first, hard. I’d belly flopped into it. I sank, then bobbed back to the surface. It clung to me, filled my nose, mouth, eyes, sinuses… It burned. My eyes watered, my mouth ached, my nose seared… then so too my nipples, vulva, and anus. A few seconds later, the beds of my nails started to itch, my ears, and then the very surface of my skin. I shuddered and howled, thrashed and bucked. I felt like I was being dissolved by acid!

The sludge slopped over me and I went under again, nearly inhaling it. Surfaced once more and struggled toward the entrance, the light of it just a distant, dim square. I was almost there, almost to the ladder I knew would be there, almost out of this trap I’d thrown myself in. Then something rose from the depths behind me and blotted out the light. I looked up, mouth open, and stared at the darkness above as cold mucous rained down upon me and burned even worse. It struck.

A trio of claws from a filthy sphincter hit the back of my throat, and didn’t stop. Blood filled my mouth, teeth were knocked free, my tongue smashed and bruised. One of my tonsils tore, a long line was ripped down my esophagus. The Alien didn’t care, it had done this a thousand times, ten thousand times. Deep inside, the fist spread, then closed, my stomach tore open without ever being entered. My esophagus ended in tatters. The sphincter closed over my head and I began to suffocate.

Below me, a second one found my kicking legs and enveloped me to the waist. Then another trio of horned digits pressed between my folds. It was almost gentle, a probing caress and a single digit inserted. Then the rest of the fist followed with a gush of burning fluid. My vagina ached, my womb cramped, my lips stretched wide. The fist closed, my cervix tore, then my entire uterus was punched straight up into the hollow of my bowels as membranes, muscle, tendons, and organs tore.

It was worse than I had ever imagined. I felt like there was a blender wriggling around my stomach, never quite chewing its way free. I bucked and thrashed, my bladder spilled, ruptured, my bowels and reproductive organs; turned into a slurry. Then, at last, far past the point I should have passed out, the one upon my head pulled away and the fist ripped its way back up my throat. I arched and screamed once, briefly before my vocal cords were shredded by it’s passing.

The cork removed, my bowels were evacuated—out my throat. I could see nothing, my head below the surface, my sex stuffed full of alien up above me. Tissue and filth, digestive fluids both human and alien, and my own organs were vomited out. I’d never felt such horror as that moment, when my navel touched my spine. Then the alien voided itself into me again, and the process continued.

I was fully aware, just as I’d wanted to be. There was no loss of self now. I endured the hours of restructuring, of conditioning to the purpose. I became a nest, and knew it. I felt the burning and itching burrow into my skin, into my muscle, into my brain. I felt myself change in subtle and evil ways beyond understanding. We humans had come to terraform this planet, make it our own. Instead, I was terraformed in it’s place.

The fist pulled free at last, and for a moment I thought it was over. It wasn’t. I had a second orifice to hollow out and loosen up of course! I screamed in my own mind, the only place I could as my sphincter tore. The soul deep discomfort ached as the claws raked into my colon and hollowed the last bit out… then voided again until I vomited. Why was I still conscious? How could I be conscious? I hadn’t taken a breath in hours!

All good things come to an end, and some bad things too. The alien left me then, limp and exhausted, face down in the cesspool. My eyes were half open, unseeing. My legs and mouth were parted limply. I could feel the little waves lap at the inside of my anus, the cool sludge shifted in and out as I bobbed. I was open, hollow, and broken.

Emotions are temporary. They are vessels that fill up slowly, then drain all at once. I didn’t know if I would ever feel again, as drained as I was. Idle thoughts passed between my ears, but nothing important, nothing that roused a need within me, until… until I thought of the Stalker. My mouth opened, I swallowed. My tattered throat felt no pain, incompleteness, wrongness. Sludge filled my stomach as I did. Sludge poured from my ruined vagina and anus.

Hours passed, and my hand bumped the wall. I had drifted close to the ladder. Finally, a thought worked its way up through my brain. Of course no one was coming for me, no one had put me here, no one knew I was here. I did not think the… the things below in the cesspool, were really aware. They were tools, things that turned humans into nests, nothing more.

I slowly, carefully—with fear of sudden pain or breakage—climbed out. I’d never felt so exhausted, but there was no weakness in my limbs. The ladder was easy, then through the filthy doorway. The sludge was dry and caked, not wet like it had been. All the humans converted, I supposed. That made sense.

I was adapted, my body ready to breed. I just needed to find them… I craved so desperately for the oblivion that would replace this misery. Sexual release beyond all others, release of thought, forever. I smiled briefly to myself, the only sound the wet slap of my feet against steel and the splatter of sludge draining from my body, my nest. I felt so hollow, so empty. Soon, soon I would fill again!

I passed the spot, barely recognized, where that woman had been bred. She was no longer there, but the stains remained. Semen, feces, and blood. I touched the trail of the Stalker’s prolapse with my toe, the larger puddle where he’d spent an hour recovering. It came away in dry flakes and clung to tacky skin.

On I pressed. The silence started to get to me, where were the orgies? Where were the lusty aliens? Where was my oblivion? I found a room I’d seen before, and it took a moment to recognize. The Gym. Right. It had been so full of violently passionate life. It stank terribly and most of the lights were out. However, in the dim flicker of one, I saw a person face down in the hot tub, flesh bloated with inhuman pregnancy.

I approached slowly. There were holes in his back and sides. Huge, gaping rents in flesh. I could see white ribs, gnawed on, a bit of spine, pelvis. He’d been eaten alive from within. I started to scream, a slow, helpless thing that welled up in the chest until it burst free. My ruined vagina twitched and the lust crazed part of my mind reared it’s demented head. I wanted my hollow core filled with life, wriggling, squirming life. He hadn’t cared, he’d been happy. I wanted to be happy, fatally happy.

I ran from the gym, through the halls. Room after room, I searched. There were corpses, not many, but enough. All human, no aliens. Smears, stains, puddles, and piles. Evidence of rape, lust, waste, and death all around. I felt like I was losing control again, but instead of running toward this fate, I wanted to flee, even as I sought them out, any alien to breed me.

The ship was empty. Twenty thousand humans, and who knew how many aliens—were gone. I nearly gave up then, thought of throwing myself out an airlock into the cold void of space. Then the thought clicked, airlock. The aliens had come aboard through the fore airlock. They had rammed their small ship straight in to the shuttle bay, glued the breach shut, then used the air lock to enter the ship.

I rushed through halls, up decks, up and up until… There it was. The damage was great, the marines on board had fought to the last man before the insectile invaders. Hull-breach safe rounds had for the most part bounced off chitin without penetrating. The aliens had used organic weapons, acid sprays, venomous spines, and claws. There was dried blood everywhere, and metal etched away in places, but no bodies. The bodies had been fed to the reservoirs to turn them into spawning pools, with larva in their bowels.

Beyond the airlock, the forward shuttle bay. Most of the shuttles were destroyed, maybe one or two might fly again, and in the center of it all was the vast nose of the alien penetrator. It was phallic, pointed tip blunted by impact, and a urethra like gap in the cleft of the center, still open. I climbed into it, into the alien ship, in hopes of finding something… anything.

Nothing. Nothing was there. The alien ship was a cold lifeless hunk of metal, grown into shape, and used, then discarded. It was a syringe full of parasitic life injected into the Agatha Christie, then left in her dying arm. I departed it too, then made one final journey up to the command deck. I didn’t really have any plan at this point, no goal. I figured the command deck might have a view, or perhaps an external feed I might view to see where the aliens departed to.

Orgies had taken place within, I knew that at once. Caked fluids and waste was everywhere. Consoles were covered in ways that were obvious. Someone had laid over one for days, raped and raped and raped until a centimeter thick cake of fluid had built up between her thighs upon the machine. There were messy hand prints and smears from masturbating, but she hadn’t moved far until the end. Where had she gone? Where had they all gone?

I located a working sensor feed and spooled it backward. I did not however look for an internal feed, I didn’t want to see what had happened to all the humans. I didn’t want to know what their final fate was. Some had died, yes, but I refused to believe that they had all been eaten alive from within! bone, sinew, and all. Back and back, until at last, 6 days before, I watched the ship disgorge a cloud of debris toward the planet.

I zoomed in, then wished I hadn’t. I got exactly what I didn’t want. The cloud of debris were living humans and aliens. All of them, even the aliens, bloated and swollen with life. They writhed and squirmed in vacuum, and didn’t die. The cloud of life fell toward the unwelcoming planet below. In the upper atmosphere, they began to burn up. The moment they did, they burst. Like seed pods, each body, human and alien alike, ruptured violently and scattered the wriggling life within. That life caught the wind and fell, spread, then disappeared over the horizon.

I sat there in horror and awe. Horror at the fate of everyone involved, awe at the impressive utility of it. The planet below had shifted in the days since. Higher levels of oxygen, nitrogen, and hydrocarbons. There was a fuzzy smear on one of the continents, spreading into the ocean. Organic laden mud, waste. I watched the changes progress through the days, watched it spread like a rash.

I was so rapt, that I didn’t hear the proximity alarm at first. Only when the ship itself shuddered did I look up. Another console showed something active and violent. I moved over, wiped away a smear of something, and tried to make sense of it. It was tactical data, not something I had ever trained up on, but I managed to bring up some visual sensor data after a few minutes.

Huge explosions in space, missiles, projectiles, and lasers crossed the vast gap. I recognized human ships, and what had to be an alien capital ship. The human ships were dwarfed, but their weapons still took bites out of the alien.

My addled mind noted the presence of more aliens, more satisfaction. I didn’t care if I would be turned into a seedpod and tossed into space. I just wanted more! I found the com station and broadcast out into space, “Hey, stop killing each other!” It was inane. It worked.

The weapons fell silent, the cloud of debris drifted down from orbit with fiery streaks, faded. A com channel opened, “Agatha Christie?” Someone asked, baffled. “You’re still alive?”

“No, her crew is dead… I’m a stow away. I came out after the aliens left.” I typed the message, and felt stupid.

The tactical display started flashing again. The aliens had fired. The humans returned fire, too late. Instead of nuclear fire and death, the missiles fired by the aliens struck human hulls, penetrated, then welded themselves in place. On each military ship, an alien invasion started. I watched with mixed emotions. I’d caused this. My sex clenched helplessly and my mouth opened in yearning as I watched.

Behind me something moved in through the doorway. Only then did I remember the shudder that had gone through the ship. I turned and saw a Bull, his angular face and deep set eyes seemed curious. I looked back at him, smiled, then sank to my knees. The fins on his back lowered, slowly, the acid spray within them disarmed. He trotted forward, his heavy claws struck the stained and matted carpet with little crunches. A trio of Stalkers entered behind him, tails at the ready. I could feel the violet lust dribble from me onto the carpet below. Behind me, the com was full of noise, people yelling, dying, being raped.

Gently, I patted the bull on the fore leg, then looked to the trio. They looked back, tails poised. I laid down in the filth, spread my legs, and opened my mouth. They pounced. The Bull stepped back. Tails came down as if to attack, but their slits were already swollen open and little puckers of lusty blue-black flowers bloomed. There was a wet smack as my mouth was kissed by filth, then two more as they tumbled together atop of me and snuck their tails into my vulva and cheeks. I welcomed them.

Clots of fecal matter smeared into me, earthy and sweet. I gagged as my mouth filled and saliva glands pumped, but nausea never came. With no inner organs, there was no involuntary clench of the stomach, no a heave. I swallowed and licked, nuzzled and kissed.

My sex stretched around the filthy bud, waste smeared into me, caked my folds. My gaping bowels were spread, filled. I wrapped my arms around them, hugged them close, and began to weep tears of joy as the first tingle of chemical bliss came to me. As their bowels flowed into me, plugged me, and reminded me what I was. I was their toilet, their nest, their property. This was why I had opened the door the first time, for this.

They ejaculated, then once again. My stomach filled at last, bloated and round. I didn’t want them to leave, but my mind by that point was too incoherent to act. My arms twitched as fingers stroked at scales. My hips rose and fell in involuntary spasms. Beyond that, I did not move. No thought came to mind, no awareness beyond the ever present lust.

The Stalkers withdrew, dragged their prolapsed bowels from my mouth, vagina, and anus, then slunk off to rest and recover. The Fliers came then and settled down around me. I opened my mouth in eager anticipation, tried even to reach for one of their tails. Hands closed on mine, my arms, shoulders, legs, ankles… I was lifted into the air by a dozen of them and carried from the bridge. Behind me, the Bull followed, and he dragged the trio of Stalkers with.

Over and over I tried to take a tail in mouth, tried to nurse upon. They paid me no mind, and I had no mind to be paid. Their eggs were meant to be inside of me, their nest. I could feel the mushy, spongy mass of sperm and mucous clogging my bloated body cavity with every shift, every sway as they carried me. That was there for the eggs, I needed eggs, my purpose was incomplete!

I was carried into the darkness of an alien ship, not a penetrator like the first, but a real ship, docked at an airlock. The outer airlock had been blown open to allow entry, but the inner airlock cycled normally. I paid it no mind either, but the lusty mindlessness was beginning to wear off and confusion started to take its place. I began to struggle.

They laid me down, and the Bull came forward, then settled down onto his hind knees over me. His bloated tail lowered, cleft open, and the fleshy tube of his cloaca pressed to my open mouth. Finally, that part of my brain cried, finally! Earthy sweetness poured down my throat at high speed. My mind simply stopped, my emotions vanished. All that remained was lust. I was masturbating, my body on fire, and nothing else existed.

When ever I came back to myself, the Bull was there, ready to feed me, ready to take away my thoughts. I existed like that, a non-entity, with brief glimpses of self, then a mouth full of drugged nothingness. I had vague memories of penetration, of powerful sex with Stalkers, but never an egg, never fulfilled.

I came aware again slowly. My mouth opened instinctively, hungry for my alien dinner. Nothing filled it, nothing took away my existence. My eyes opened and I stared down upon a blue-white sphere. I was in zero gravity, floating over a view port. My body ached fiercely and that hunger, that desperate addictive hunger gnawed at every nerve. I itched, I squirmed, and the lusty flames that roared between my legs could have burned down a forest.

It took me the longest time to recognize what I saw. Earth. Hateful old polluted earth, the place I’d stowed away to get away from. As I watched, human military ships disgorged clouds of debris, human and alien debris. They fell toward the planet, flared in the atmosphere, then bloomed. It was beautiful.

Behind me, a large alien moved. She took my waist in her hands, and pressed me under her heavy belly. She had a body somewhat like a bull, but larger and longer. I vaguely recognized her, felt like I’d known her a very very long time, but it was the first time I’d really seen her. Her face was angular like the others, with those deep seated eyes, beady and inquisitive. She leaned down and pressed her firm mouth to mine, a kind of kiss. I licked at her sweet saliva, then moaned as her tail slipped in under her, and against my sex.

A sticky deluge of slime poured from her and soaked me from knee to breast. It stank of alien waste and semen. Globs of it floated away before me. Then her large cloaca bloomed into me, wrinkled sopping flesh squished inside and nestled into the fullness of my nesting chamber. Her pelvis twitched forward, her tail swelled and pressed down, her bowels voided again, inside of me. I arched into her and clung with desperate need.

I felt it at last. Large and elongated, the egg distended her tail, slipped further and further down her passage until the swell kissed my folds. She kissed me again, drooled sweet saliva across my lips, my cheeks, my forehead. Her tail jerked, her cloaca swelled, my sex tore. The pain was a shock of ice water to my system. She bucked again, tail swollen with backed up fluids. Skin parted, muscle stretched then ripped. She bucked one last time, my pelvis cracked, hips parted, the egg slid between into my nest. I screamed in mute agony, vocal cords tattered, only a rush of air between my broken teeth.

Through my pain, I smiled up at her, tears in my eyes, fear in the back of my throat. She held me close, cradled me against her stomach. I could feel her gurgle and slosh as a second egg began to emerge. I welcomed it, through pain and fear, I welcomed my final purpose. A third egg slipped in along the first two, distorting my gut. Her prolapse withdrew, her sticky tail swayed away and loosed a volley of globs, droplets, and splatters across the viewing room. The view port was stained in waste and lavender mucous.

The pain faded in time, faded into the background of my terraformed flesh. Pain was unimportant, only the eggs, the wonderful, deep, secret eggs. I held my stomach as I floated, could feel the warm lumps of them through my stomach wall. What would they be, I wondered. More queens?

Beyond the smeared view port the earth approached. I was returning home. I didn’t want to go home, I wanted to stay up here, with my loved ones. But they wanted to go down. Perhaps I’d show them where I used to live. They could do amazing things to the slums, I was sure.

Hours passed as I day dreamed, masturbated, and watched. Outside, the hull glowed cherry red, wisps of plasma drifted past the view. There was a roar that deafened, and the pops, clanks, and creeks of a hull under heat stress. The window cracked. Within me, I felt the eggs shift violently and crack as well. Strange emotions fluttered through my nervous system. Alien thoughts came to me, like how I was watching the end of earth.

Outside the cracked window the view focused. From swirls of white and blue, to a coast line, to a shallow water. Somewhere off the southern coast of India it looked like. Within I felt a sharp, stabbing pain. Something moved. Another pain further up, under my ribs. The water below approached rapidly. The window cracked again, then shattered completely. Shards of tempered glass slashed and speared through me in a dozen places. I curled protectively around my stomach, even as I felt the children within feast. I heard the queen screaming, blue-black ichor sprayed through the room. But that was okay, she had laid her eggs, her job was done.

Rockets fired, I flew forward and struck the wall just to the side of the view port. Something within was eating it’s way up, through my right lung. Another was worming down my left thigh. The leg hung limp. We slowed, the approaching ocean changed. From smooth glassy surface, to the faint, almost iridescent ripples, to the rough chop of a stormy sea.

Blood poured from between my legs, from internal bleeding. I felt light headed, short of breath, though I hadn’t drawn breath in probably months or years. A rib crunched and broke under my breast, then it bulged, swelled, and deflated as the fatty tissue was devoured. I stared down at it, horrified and fascinated. The pain was gone again, I didn’t understand why at first, until I realized that everything below my shoulders was gone, and that the third had gone through my back.

I fell forward slowly as I lost my grip. My ruin body tumbled through the view port into open air, the ocean maybe a hundred meters below. I rolled, back down, legs and arms trailing up in the wind. My deflated breast bloomed red and violet as the larva chewed through and emerged into the open air. Then it curled over and began to eat the other before my very eyes.

We struck. The cold, stormy water hit hard enough to shatter bone. I felt my eaten leg fall away from my broken pelvis. My ribs collapsed, my spine broke in too many places, and something bright and hot happened near the back of my skull. I was dead, dying, but the three larva emerged from me. In a cloud of red and violet, I watched them swim, test their new home, then dart back into the warmth of my body like a bird afraid to leave the nest. I smiled.

End

11/03/2019

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