“Are you certain? You will not live through this experience. The rest of your short life will be little more than terror, trauma, and pain. There is no turning back either.” He told me as he laid the paper on the desk.

I looked up at him, jaw set, then nodded once and glanced down at the form. I didn’t bother reading it, just planted my thumb on the registration box and gave it a few seconds to set. When I pulled away, the imprint was visible and clear, my name appeared beside it. I signed my life and future away, and given my family a new and bright horizon.

He nodded back to me, “Alright then.”

I stood with shaking knees and stomach in knots, “What next?” I asked, voice strained.

“Very little preparation is necessary, the creature will take care of that. If you would follow me, we can get the procedure started now.”

It was so abrupt, so… So horribly arousing. My vulva clenched and hips shifted forward involuntarily in my seat. “My family I…”

“You have said your goodbyes, there is no sense lingering. Come along now.” There was no sympathy in his tone, no humanity in his eyes. I felt myself shrink before him, just a test subject, just an experiment. I was data to him, nothing more. I nodded one last time and stood. A trickle of lust ran down my inner thigh and stained the crotch of my jeans through. He didn’t notice.

A maze of corridors and airlocks followed, I was lost in minutes. The security checkpoints grew more and more serious until the last. There were no guards here, no people at all. He lead me to the door, entered his pass code, neuroscan, and blood sample. Seconds turned to minutes, then at last the door light clicked blue and the outer lock slid open.

His voice was hard and unforgiving, “Take off your clothes, leave them in this bin, and step through.” I obeyed. As he watched, I stripped naked, pealed my sticky underwear from my slippery folds, and blushed. All he said as I revealed myself was, “Thank you for your sacrifice, you may save our race from extinction.” Yeah, that was totally why I had signed up, saving the race, saving my family…

We had all seen the news, watched the feeds, knew what to expect from invasion. Most who watched were horrified, terrified, ready to piss themselves in fright. Me? My first reaction when I saw it at the age of nine? I’d had my first climax and spent the next thirty years experiencing a confusing mix of nightmares and wet dreams. I had yearned for the day the aliens would drop their soldiers into my city. It had never come, at least not yet, but we had captured one of them…

“Yes, you’re welcome,” I said, voice still strained and tight. Then I stepped through the blue lit door and it snapped shut behind me. I stood there, naked, on the edge of panic and climax. I was about to die, in the worst way imaginable. I’d chosen this. For my family it was a golden ticket off earth, out to one of the colony worlds. For me, it was my wildest and oldest of fantasies come true.

The blue light faded, replaced by an ominous amber, then a deep ruddy red. The inner door opened with another snap. Wet tangles of mucous tore and splattered with a rubbery cartilage sound. The walls and floor were coated in the stuff; blue-black and faintly translucent. Like wet smoke. The stench hit me next, like the scent of rancid fat mixed with rotting lemons and something utterly alien. Of course it was alien, it was an alien, life that had never even touched the earth until now.

I shuddered involuntarily as I began to regret my choice. That stench was too much. I felt my stomach, already in knots, begin to heave. I raised a hand to my mouth as saliva glands went into overdrive. I managed though—just barely—to keep my composure. I managed, with far more confidence than I felt, to step into the alien’s prison. The floor squished under my feet and between my toes, the strands of spun mucous felt more like wet noodles than slime, they stretched and snapped under my weight.

I made it less than a meter into the room before… before it was over. I hadn’t seen it, it looked identical to the walls and floor, perfectly camouflaged. Faintly translucent, blue-black, still as death. I didn’t see it until there was a blur of movement, and I felt cold hard claws bite into my ankles and drag me off my feet. I screamed, more from shock than fear, but the fear came too, delayed and intense.

I did not see it, only that blur. I did not know what she looked like, not truly. I was upended before I had a chance, and hung there for a long silent moment. Then with more gentleness than I’d ever imagined, I was laid down upon the floor, face first. Her tail pressed into my shoulder blades, holding me flat. A knee came to rest in the middle of my back, firm yet not crushing. A moment later a sharp, vicious claw pressed between my thighs. I opened them willingly, even raised my rear toward her touch.

She parted the lips of my vulva, and then the cheeks of my rear. I waited with baited breath, sex clenching violently with each beat of my heart. I’d never actually witnessed the act itself, only the result, and the few bits of footage of their attacks. She made a sound, whether it was pleased, displeased, disgusted, or abject horror, I couldn’t know, but her claw withdrew and she rose. Freed from her grasp, I rolled over and looked up at her.

She was beautiful. Glassy flesh dark as night, smooth as silk, yet concealing the organs below. I spread my thighs again, opening myself to her, “Please,” I told her quietly, “I give myself to you. I’ve wanted you for so—so long... my entire life!” She didn’t know my language of course, that was silly, but I had to say the words, I’ve dreamed of speaking the words, of stepping onto one of their ships, of entering their chambers of my own volition and being welcomed.

She made another sound, a raspy cackle almost laughter, I tried not to anthropomorphize it. Her tail curled inward, the long segmented shape came to an arrowhead point, a hollow grove ran along the underside, teardrop shaped. I stared at her appendage, awestruck. That was it, that was what I’d sought my whole life. Ever since I was nine years old, I’d wanted to reach out and take that tail into me.

My hand rose and reached… reached and was caught in her sharp, hard grasp. She twisted, bones were wrenched out of place, tendons popped audibly. The pain followed. My body arched, my breath was torn from me as a scream. Her tail struck like a snake biting. It slammed into my open mouth, the hard arrow shape wedged my jaw wide, then the four faces of it flexed open, segments parted, and locked behind my teeth. It was like a contraption in a dentist office, but fleshy and even more terrifying.

That teardrop shaped duct pulsed and gaped, swelled and swallowed. It was right there, right before my eyes, like a funnel feeding straight toward the back of my throat. My scream faded into a whimper. My pain faded slowly into a dull cramp. My free hand reached down and pressed between the wet folds of my sex, and began to play. Pain or not, this was it, this was the moment I’d waited for.

Two fingers slid in, penetrated as deep as I could. My thumb pressed down on my clit. Before my eyes the base of the duct gaped again and a rivulet of milky blue fluid splattered out with a wet squelch. Ejaculate? It drooled down the duct toward my trapped face and gaping mouth. The smell of it was lemony and alien at the same time. Another squelch and a large glob filled the base of the duct, then rolled down toward my waiting mouth.

I felt her alien lust hit my lips and tongue for the first time. The taste followed as my mouth filled with her release. I felt myself lose control, an orgasm built toward climax, my body arched and I masturbated faster. I closed my eyes and relaxed my broken arm in her grasp. She held it pinned to the messy floor, held me pinned by it, held me down as she took my life.

There was another, louder squelch, and I opened my eyes again just in time to see something slither through the milky slime, something as thick as my finger and twice as long. It swam down stream, swam towards my open, helpless throat. It was ribbed and segmented like her tail, flat, like a tape worm, yet with long trailing fins from every third segment. It reached my mouth, slid over my awaiting tongue, and swam toward my throat. This was my death, this, this was what I had come for.

I had dreamed of eggs, of alien fertilization, of live birth. I’d dreamed of larvae, maggots, and flesh eating worms. I licked along the parasite’s body, savored the taste, and guided it towards my throat. There was no turning back, not since I’d signed my life away. I did not regret my choice, not yet anyway. The little parasite swam forward, wriggled upon my tongue, and eagerly reached for my esophagus. I swallowed, then began to gag.

My gorge rose again as the flat worm squirmed back and forth across the back of my tongue. It fanned those long fins, spread them wide to fill my mouth, then pushed off against teeth, tongue, and alien genital spear. Down it went, even as my gut heaved, against the gagging and desperate chokes, it made its way. I couldn’t resist now or ever. I coughed and choked yet it swam easily, millions of years of evolution, of swimming into an unwilling host. It was no contest.

Down it went wriggling. I tried to swallow, tried to vomit, tried to cough it free. My climax hit, and I burbled a moan against it’s little body. Then it was past, down into my chest, and into my stomach. My stomach emptied itself then, right up the alien’s tail. I hadn’t eaten much, but what was there, left.

The tail shuddered, the orifice gaped, and another flat worm spread its wings and swam toward my open mouth. This time, I did better. I swallowed it as best I could as the parasite eagerly entered. The third was even easier, the fourth, the fifth… My stomach began to ache by then. My lips hurt, my tongue burned, my throat felt raw and itchy. The milky mucous irritated what it touched, yet more and more poured into me. It was drink or drown. I climaxed four more times before she was finished with me.

Twelve young were birthed down my throat. Twelve squirming worms filled my cramping gut. When she was done, she dragged me to a corner, wrenched my arms up, and spit on them. Fine strands of mucous splattered continously from her mouth, back and forth as she bobbed and weaved her alien, insectile face. Once the webbing had set, she released me. I hung by my arms, one broken and in agony, one aching and sore. I stared after her as she left me there, left me to my fate.

Consciousness gave way slowly, the discomfort, fear, and lust kept it fixed for a while, but eventually it failed. When I woke again, my stomach felt bruised and loose. When I looked down, I could see it bulge and wobble with the powerful movement inside. I knew the facts, knew what was happening. I was being digested, slowly from within. I might live for days like this, weeks even, until organ failure took me. Most died in hours, shortly before birth. They were careful, those parasites, careful to keep the host alive for long enough to mature.

Regret finally reached my addled mind. It wasn’t pain, but the lack of contact. I wanted to lay in the alien’s grasp again, to taste her wonderful sex. My cries, pleas, and begs did nothing, the alien didn’t care. I felt feverish, perhaps even delirious, but it was no fever dream. I’d come here for the sole purpose of giving myself to her and becoming host for her spawn. But now that her release had ended… I wanted more!

When she did at last return to me, it was not to free me, or to mate. She climbed the wall atop of me and pressed the joint of her pelvis and tail against my face. I didn’t understand, but I opened my mouth as her soft, vulnerable flesh swelled open to reveal something like a sextet of jointed fingers. They were hard, and webbed together. They slid into my open mouth, spread, then stretched the webbing until it formed a wet seal against the back of my throat.

The taste of the fluid that followed, was gut wrenching. It tasted of rancid fat, oily textured, clumpy, and sloppy. Her body gurgled and shuddered as she forcefed me, and none went to waste. I could no longer vomit, couldn’t even clench my stomach, I could only choke and gag to no avail as the slurry was fed to me. My stomach bloated, already swollen beyond human norm, now I ballooned. That was terrifying, that was unnatural and unwelcome. The sensation of my skin going taut , hanging from pubis to ribs. When she was empty, those digits curled back in and left my gasping mouth. I took in great, fetid gulps of air, and shuddered with revulsion.

Another eon of agony and terror passed. There was no sleep for me, no rest, no relief. My flesh grew shallow, bones stood out, and a hunger gnawed somewhere in my mind that was not matched in my empty body cavity. I was wasting away before my very eyes, the fat cells working overtime to pump lipids into my blood stream. Soon, even that would be gone. I had not been particularly overweight, I regretted that now. I should have fattened myself up to feed my beloved ones.

A smile crested my lips as I stared down at my drooping, tear drop shaped stomach. I could see them moving, huge now, thick as a fist and as long as a forearm. “I’m sorry babies, I should have given you more…” I told them, then closed my eyes and laid my head back into the wet wall. It was time.

The pain that came was different, distant and dull. My sex clenched hard, my anus twitched. I arched my hips up and felt my sack of a body rub at my own pubis. Again the pain came, a dull thudding sensation as one of the young thrashed inside and butted it’s head against my rear from within. I relaxed, pushed… or tried to. The muscles to push were long gone, the tendons long gone, even the intestines beyond my colon had been devoured. My sphincter relaxed, and my colon slid out, prolapsed to my knees. Red-brown fluid poured onto the floor between my feet. It felt so very strange to be turned inside out, to shit my own bowels. I moaned, I couldn’t help it!

Again he butted, and this time my anus stretched apart. Its head poked out and wedged me open. I clenched involuntarily and it was stuck for just a moment. Then, it pushed through with a thrash. I arched in pain, and a strange unhealthy pleasure. The pain was stark, sharp, like a nail to the spine, straight into my bowel. My sphincter stretched and tore with a wet pop, and my tattered colon unzipped itself as I gave birth to the alien spawn.

I looked down at last, to see the parasite slither free. I watched it leave my broken bowels, felt it suck my stomach in as it evacuated. It was still flattish, though it’s fins were gone now, and it had fattened up incredibly, it was also over a meter long! As it left my ruined body, a dull rolling orgasm built within me, my moans were weak, my bucking hips frail. Then came the second, third, fourth… My climax was a thing of exhausted pleasure and pain. Blood stained the floor between my legs and trailed off into the dank room. Seven trails, seven births, no more. The others I assumed had died and were devoured. My orgasm began to fade.

I hung limp, waiting for death, but death did not come. I felt so exhausted, so hungry, and so wasted. Yet still I lived, still I breathed, still my burning sex ached for more. I wanted at least to masturbate, to give myself a final orgasm before I died… She came to me again, her tail forward and prepared. I eagerly opened my mouth, awaiting her loving gift of life and death… it did not come, not as I expected it.

Webbing tore under her claws, and I was lowered to the floor upon my back. I laid there, too weak and lacking the muscles to move of my own volition. She gripped me by the hips, raised them up, then turned me about so that my rump was upon the wall with legs spread wide and shoulders upon the sloppy floor in my own remnants. I was bent double, staring at my own navel and my ruined sack of a stomach. My ankles and knees were webbed in place, and I was firmly affixed.

Her tail came down and pressed into my hungry folds. I moaned again, voice strained and compressed. Her arrowhead sank in, stretched my narrow entrance, then split open to lock in place. Skin tore inside, the sharp tips gouged through my vaginal walls. I whimpered, a weak sound, but it was all I could manage. The pain was dull and distant anyway.

Again I watched as milky blue mucous began to pulse from her genital slit. It drooled into my gaping passage and slopped over my pubis. My hips twitched and vaginal muscles clenched. I could not buck against her though, as weak as I was, I longed to do so but I was too firmly fixed in place. Then the first flat worm wriggled free before my eyes, and burrowed into my waiting passage.

I came again. Hard. I’d never felt an orgasm so intense, so blisteringly powerful. I screamed and thrashed. Deep inside, I could feel it thrash in response as it sought passage into my body. A second joined it before it had found a way, then a third. I felt so full, so stuffed with life! A sharp stab of pain broke through my bliss as it at last made a hole and burrowed in. The second and third followed quickly. A fourth slithered between my gaped lips and wriggled deliciously into me.

That was it. No more followed, though she remained for a time, body clenching, tail pulsing, mucous gushing. My lips ached, my passage burned, and my whole mound was swollen and angry red where her fluid touched. I smiled, satisfied. “Thank you,” I told her softly, then closed my eyes and laid back as I felt the rapid and continuous motion in my bowels. Her young were healthy and strong, and I would feed them well.

The alien queen lowered her face to mine, pressed her wide, strange mouth to my cheek, and I heard a faint, breathless whisper. More rub of lips and click of mandibles than anything else. “You’re welcome.”

I came again upon her genital spike, more violent than before. Then reached up to wrap my arms about her strange inhuman form and held her close. Her tail twitched and bucked against my aching passage, her spike began to fold closed, but she didn’t withdraw it. She gently pushed her hips up and pressed the base of her tail against my mouth once more, to feed. That cleft parted, the digits emerged, I opened my lips and began to nurse upon them. She fed me, with tail in my sex the whole time. I never let go, and she never left. I’d never felt so loved, so cherished. Her brood in my body, her claw in my hair, her lovely tail in my depths, her feeding tube between my lips. I died happy.

Epilogue

The lifeless body stirred, a broken, wasted figure covered in filth, blood, and alien fluids. Her mouth opened and jaw popped with a brittle branch snap. Her throat bulged and shifted as the alien child wormed its way out of her wasted form. Two survivors emerged, then turned upon her and began to feast upon the remnants of her flesh.

She had died in the night, though the alien queen had laid with her for hours after. The scientists couldn’t explain it, she had stroked the woman’s hair for hours, even after death. The cold eyed man turned to the exhausted woman next to him, “She really got into it, didn’t she?”

She covered a yawn, then swore, “Fuck, never seen anything like it. Usually they scream and cry and try to escape. Pity we don’t have another fifty like her. I think this geneset should do the trick, but we need a few thousand more…”

“The propoganda helped, we just need to find the right stimulus, get them young and impressionable, make their lives miserable so they yearn for the glorious taboo. Worked with this one, her daughter is also quite twisted, she saw to that. We’ve already got a generous scholarship lined up that’ll bring her back to earth when she’s of age.” He chuckled quietly.

“Huh, that’s strange…” Her tone set off alarm bells in his mind. He never got a chance to ask though. The ceiling tile exploded outwards and a glassy blue black parasite fell from above, right on top of him. It was a young one he noticed, very young, no more than a day or two. If he just… His hand never reached the butt of his gun. The long writhing soldier form struck twice, detaching his arms. He struck the ground in shock.

The soldier sealed his stumps with a spray of webbing, then turned toward his companion. The woman was on her belly, face down, ass up. The other male soldier was thrashing atop of her, raping her. Blood rain in thick, crimson trails from the crack of her ass to stain her rumpled white jacket. Her pants had been torn away, and her sphincter simply ripped open. Yet, as he was rolled over onto his belly as well, he noticed a strange smile grow upon his companion’s face. She… she was enjoying it? She began to orgasm, her rapid moans were like something out of a porno.

Behind him the soldier that had taken his arms, tore his slacks apart. He was briefly exposed, and then the arrow headed tail rose and struck like a lance. He screamed, once, as it pierced his virginal sphincter. The whole, twenty centimeter wide tail penetrated him, then spread inside. They weren’t the same as a queen, no fertile spawn to be had, but that didn’t stop their desperate lust. When the first gush of milky blue mucous splattered into his wounded gut, he began to understand. Then he began to forget. A smile slowly spread upon his lips as his cock swelled and twitched, then began to spit his own genetic load onto the floor under him. Thoughts left, his mind drifted, his eyes closed. Where was his queen? He needed his queen!

End

07/22/2020

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