In Space, No One Can Hear You Cum

The familiar woosh of the chamber opening was enough for Eli to wake from his deep sleep, as much as lingering dreams kept nagging at his mind. He hated trying to parse through the dreams caused by hypersleep, figuring it was best to prioritize a heaping serving of black coffee to wake up. A little shake of his head was the best he could manage for now as he blinked a few times, reaching for his glasses as a reflex. 

 

Resisting a yawn, hating the smell of his morning breath, Eli sat up, looking around at the other five crewmen who were serving on board the Aurora. They had been in hypersleep for six months, on a survey mission for a new planarity system. It possessed at least one somewhat habitable planet, rich in resources. Well, resources to make the company heads rich, but that was the way of things, even with all the technological advancements over the past 50 years. At least the pay was worth it, and Eli didn’t have anyone waiting at home who would resent him taking an extended work trip. That was the case for most of the crew, save for Jeremy and Dan, who were both here as a couple. It helped that both carried essential expertise, Jeremy in research and medicine while Dan was the ship’s engineer and maintenance officer. 

 

“Man, it always takes so long to wake up after hypersleep,” Eli eventually said, breaking the silence in the room. 

 

“You said that the last two times, too,” Alister remarked, standing up and stretching. Eli took a moment to enjoy the eyeful. Alister was a little on the learner side, muscled from a rigorous gym regiment, and easy on the eyes. Their security officer didn’t make eye contact, though he made a show of stretching and flexing that did not go unnoticed by the rest of the crew. It was well known from their last mission together that Eli had a thing for the man. Alister didn’t reciprocate, being a little vague on his sexuality. But he certainly loved to tease, keeping Eli on the edge and leading him to need some ‘me time’ in his quarters more than once. 

 

“One hour and we meet in the mess hall. Briefing will take place directly after!” Captain Alexio Russell said, getting up himself. As usual, he was totally focused on task, making him a regular hire for commanding the company’s deep space missions. 

 

“Sounds good!” Jeremy responded, standing up. He wouldn’t have minded getting the bio lab set up the way he’d wanted, not having the chance to do so before departure. Not that it was in dire straits or anything, but the man was rather particular, and in the event of an emergency, it was better to air on the side of caution, as he’d said before. Dan put his hand on his lover’s shoulders as the two of them made their way to their lockers, trying to be quick about it. They would at least have time to shower, though little else, as much as it would likely be welcome after six months of hypersleep. 

 

“Damn, this never gets easier. Back to bed as soon as we can!” Isoroku, the ship’s navigator, commented, stretching and yawning. 

 

“No rest for the wicked,” the captain said, getting to his own locker. “You’ll have some time before tomorrow. That is if anyone can get a damn wink on this thing,” he muttered, making Eli chuckle. Like himself, the captain was ex-military, but he wasn’t as much of a hard ass like so many he’d worked with. Considering half their crew was civilian, it was appreciated. He was gruff, to be sure, but friendly, and got along with Eli well enough. At least he looked past the crew’s idol flirting, something that a traditional man might have scorned. 

 

Reconvening within the hour, Eli was the first one there, pouring himself a generous cup of coffee. He was also the make-shift chef, having cooking experience and loving to do so. Not that there was much to do to prepare the dehydrated dishes that were standard issue on long voyages. But with his own personal flare to add to each crew member’s dishes, his efforts were welcome and appreciated. 

 

Slowly, the rest of the crew filed in, Jeremy and Dan being the last two, which wasn’t a surprise. It was a civilian ship, after all, though while they were on the job, the captain was lenient about such things. So long as the ship was running and everyone got home alive, with assets intact, that was all that concerned him. 

 

“So are we getting that bonus the company promised this time?” Alister inquired, a little annoyed that they had been short-changed last time. Though given the urgent timetable of this mission, and the fact this same crew had been successful on their last excursion, the company had put forth a fair chunk of capital for their second voyage. A rather generous amount of that was up front as an incentive, enough that none of the crew would be looking for work in quite some time if they were inclined not to be frivolous.

 

“They better,” the captain retorted, taking his own cup and sipping slowly. “Good stuff,” he said, raising it in his XO’s direction. Eli grinned, eager to please. 

 

“I know I’m going to be taking a long vacation. Getting back planetside for a few good years,” Isoroku commented.

 

“What, so you can sleep?” Alister ribbed him a little, to a chuckle from everyone else. 

 

“A vacation sounds good,” Jeremy said, rubbing his boyfriend’s hand a little as Dan grinned. 

 

Eli was sure the two of them might not need much capital after this, the pair likely wanting to take time to focus on hobbies and such on Earth. And other activities, of course, though Eli wouldn’t tease them about it in public. Still, he was sure Jeremy loved the idea of being part of planetary exploration and was a competent medical officer besides. And his boyfriend knew how to keep the ship running, even if he’d rather be on earth relaxing at the end of the day with a fat paycheck.

 

Eli had no reservations about making his own desires known, however. “I’m going to get laid, that’s for sure!” He declared, much to the collective groans of everyone. 

 

“You don’t need over a million for that,” Alister teased, giving him a wink. Eli blushed despite himself. Alister always had a way of getting to him, Eli sure he wasn’t getting any on this trip, as much as he might have been open to the idea. Still, his romantic endeavors hadn’t been fruitful as of late, and he was looking forward to having the time and resources to get out there and meet someone special, having a few prospects that might appreciate his in-person visit. 

 

“Alright boys, meet back in ten. We have a planet to survey.”

 

“To make our million so the company makes its trillions?” Jeremy said, snarkily. He was thankful the ship didn’t record audio, at least outside of the necessary functions.

 

“That do be the way of things,” Eli replied, though for the moment was at least hoping for his own crumbs, larger than what he’d made in quite some time. 

 

Within the next fifteen minutes or so, the crew reconvened in the meeting room, a hologram of the planet and their intended trajectory on the screen. “Initial scans show the presence of high traces of minerals, just like the probes reported. We just need to ensure the composition is pure, and that there won’t be any major hindrances weather-wise for the full-scale expedition,” the captain explained, the usual for such a mission.

 

“Or anything else?” Jeremy asked, to a collective groan from everyone else. 

 

“No aliens to shoot,” Dan teased, though it was hardly the only reason Jeremy had been excited. 

 

Life in the universe, while abundant, was limited largely to microorganisms. Nothing intelligent, certainly, though hardly anything on its evolutionary way to becoming so either. Jeremy was eager to grab some samples, though would have to wait for Eli’s team to set up and make sure it was safe for their medical officer to be planet-side. Alister had experience with mining operations, hired on as the company’s primary consultant. He also had security expertise as part of previous deployments, though it was hardly needed in such situations. Still, it was fruitful to have someone skilled to assess any potential hazards, geological or otherwise. The crew had worked well together last time and it was sure to be a fruitful expedition as they took their readings and paved the way for a large-scale mining operation. 

 

Still, there was always the chance that life could persist on the planet, though it was unlikely given the atmospheric composition. Not immediately fatal, though not advisable to keep one’s helmet off for too long. Many such planets were too hazardous in that regard, though this one showed promise, at least as far as long-range scans were concerned. And that did bring with it the chance for life, albeit microscopic, most likely. Jeremy always held out the slim hope there was something more tangible biologically he could put his name on, hence his reason for qualifying for space travel. At least he could add to the library of human knowledge, in whatever limited capacity that might look like. 

 

“Why this planet, though? Aren’t there any closer? We came quite a ways out here,” Isoroku commented, giving the rest pause. Not something that had occurred to the rest of them, it was a good point, leaving them to wonder if there was something unexpected to wait for. 

 

“Don’t know. Didn’t ask. I don’t work with the company, just for them,” the captain replied, and as annoying as that explanation was, they figured there was no point in pushing the issue. 

 

And it didn’t matter, so long as they were successful with the mission and got their pay. At least a sizable sum was presented upfront, though they still had to complete the mission and get back successfully to spend it. Space travel was relatively safe these days, but they were in uncharted territory, and surely there were dangers out there they had no way to prepare for. However, they were a team of professionals, and each felt comfortable trusting their safety and lives to each other.  

 

“Alister, Eli, and Isoroku will head down to the planet at 0:700. Get your equipment set up, take a look around, and head back. Don’t go out of your way, but if you see a sample for the lab,” he paused, gazing over at Jeremy whose eyes lit up at that.

 

“Dismissed,” Alexio said, and with that, the small crew filed out to attend to their various duties. Most of the systems on the ship were self-sufficient, though required regular inspection to ensure proper function. And they had some hours to make sure nothing was out of sorts during hypersleep. The ship was designed to alert the crew in the event of a situation that required their attention, but there was no harm in thoroughness, after all. 

 

The crew reconvened in the evening, Eli having taken the time to prepare them a decent supper. The group chatted casually, generally about what they would do with their pay cut and other mundane things. Eli had to admit, it was nice, having a more casual atmosphere than what he was used to on military voyages. That, and no one teasing him about his sexuality, most of the crew sharing it. All in all, it was a nice dinner, and Eli almost found himself wishing the mission would last longer. Not that he didn’t have his own aspirations for when they got back to Earth, of course. But there was something about this crew he would miss, likely something he would never find again should he decide to venture into space once more.  

 

“Sleep well, cutie,” Alister said with a wink as he passed Eli at the door. “See you in the morning.” Eli groaned at that, though in truth was flattered by the attention. He wouldn’t mind a man like that and was hoping his bounty from the mission would finally allow him the chance. And, for now, he was free to dream with the mental images Alister so eagerly planted in his mind with every tease…

 

Morning came too soon, Eli spent too much time making sure the ship’s command functions and security systems were up to standard. He was late getting to bed as a result, though some well-focused thoughts and some personal time helped him pass out. But he never did sleep well in space, tossing and turning on the very standard issue bed. Still, with sufficient caffeination, he was able to regain his faculties enough for the mission, and met with Alister and Isoroku at the shuttle bay, to make the descent to the planet. 

 

“Not the first time I’ve set foot on a planet before anyone else,” Isoroku commented as he got into the pilot’s seat, preparing for the preflight sequence. “Mind if I exit first?”

 

“Go for it, man,” Alister said, getting into his seat. He wasn’t much for status symbols himself, to be honest. 

 

Eli cared little himself, just wanting to do their job and get back safely. It was almost pleasant to feel the shuttle lift off, thrusters propelling them out into space and letting the planet’s gravitational pull draw them in at the expected angle. Eli hated the next part, the shuttle shaking as they passed the planet’s atmosphere. Even as much as they were able to scan its composition, it was always a worrying prospect to travel down to a planet for the first time, in the case of something unexpected. Thankfully this descent was rather stable, all things considered, a little rough but sure to be worse in the hands of someone else. It still didn’t help quell the nervousness from the shaky ship, but Alister’s hand on his knee was a nice enough gesture, enough to allow him to breathe deeply as they passed into the lower atmosphere. 

 

“Bleh. Not much to look at,” Isoroku commented, and Eli looked past the screen to see little more than gray wasteland through the sparse patches in the clouds. It didn’t have to look pretty, hardly a candidate for colonization. Still, Eli didn’t really care much about these types of worlds, having been on several now each as desolate as the last. 

 

“Makes you wonder what the point of all these planets is just to end up looking like this,” Eli commented. He was starting to see things from Jeremy’s point of view, wishing there was something down there that wasn’t lifeless rock or some mineral composite that the company laid claim to. 

 

“There isn’t one,” Alister replied, deadpan. Eli knew he was right, that such things were as they existed and were unlikely to have a higher purpose. Still, there was no use in philosophizing when they had a job to do, save for idol chitchat. Eli found his thoughts more focused on how he planned to spend his money and his free time once the mission was over. Sure, that would be about six months from now, but if he was asleep for most of it, then what did it really matter?

 

Landing smoothly, the three of them exited the vehicle, allowing Isoroku to step foot on the planet first. They figured there was a wide grin plastered on his face, but it was hard to tell through his helmet. At least the gravity was relatively similar to that of Earth, making it easier to go about their task. All three were armed in the event they required it. Given the stark nature of the landscape, it didn’t seem likely they would be encroached upon by some alien life form. Still, Alister stayed vigilant, not wanting to get caught off guard. They were quick about setting up their equipment, the flashing light a sign they were successfully recording. Their data would be transmitted to the ship in orbit as well, things like mineral composition, atmospheric composition, and a myriad of other data that a mining team would find invaluable. Not least of which was the presence of sufficient quantities of minerals to make their mining operation worth it. 

 

Job finished, and the three returned to the shuttle, needing to move some kilometers to set up their second site. They would only be surveying a portion of the planet, four well-spaced locations that had been mapped out beforehand. Eli would have thought using more sites would have been more effective, but the equipment was rather expensive, and he chastised the company for being frugal over something so necessary. 

 

Three sites set up now, Alister fake yawned, before saying “Damn, this is boring. I mean, it’s not bad but…boring, you know?”

 

“Man, we’re on a new planet for the first time! How can you be bored, man?!” Isoroku declared as they returned to the shuttle to fly to their final site. 

 

“You’ve seen one planet, you’ve seen them all,” Alister responded, before getting to board. 

 

Taking one more glance around, something in the distance caught Eli’s eyes. Pulling out his binoculars, the gleam of something metal against the backdrop of the landscape was clear. “I bet you’ve never seen that,” Eli said, calling back to his crewmates. 

 

Going to join him, the two took turns looking out, neither able to determine with any sort of certainty what it was. Still, given the distinct outline of metal on an otherwise desolate planet, it couldn’t help but pique their curiosity. “It’s your call, boss,” Alister said, and Eli quickly made his decision. 

 

“We’re making good time. Let’s do it,” he ordered, and the three made the short flight in the direction of the anomaly. 

 

“Anything?” Eli asked as soon as they were in the air. Alister was examining the equipment, trying to get a read on what they had seen. “No. Nothing out there. We all must be blind.”

 

“If we’re blind, then…fuck…” Isoroku trailed off, looking out the front screen. From the distance, the long metallic structure seemed more like the side of a mountain, albeit a shiny one. But from above…

 

“It’s not one of ours, is it?” Alister asked, already knowing the answer. 

 

“Unless the Global Alliance has been holding out on us…” Eli remarked, whistling. It didn’t take an expert to tell the massive object below them wasn’t of Earth origin. Its perfect structure defied anything that had been observed in the known universe, giving credence to the notion it was made with intelligent design. And while its status was still in question, there was little chance it was naturally formed or had been built here where it had been left. 

 

“We must all be hallucinating. There’s nothing out there as much as this damn machine can tell,” Alister grunted, clearly annoyed. “Not a read on the material, not a power source, no…life signs,” Alister said, hesitating on that last part. It was of little relief from the implications of what sat below them racing through their heads, each thought more terrifying than the last. 

 

“Any signs of openings?” Isoroku asked, looking for a place to land. The scope of the thing, at least miles in length, appeared to be entirely uniform, nothing so much to indicate a bridge, engines, living quarters, or any other purpose they could discern from an outside observation. 

 

“There’s no sign of…anything…” Alister muttered, scanning his instruments as much as turning back to the window to confirm with his eyes what should not have been there. 

 

“Wait, no, I have something. There’s a break in the landscape. Like a cave, or something. Part of that…thing is embedded down there. Maybe it made an opening?” Alister suggested.

 

“Are we sure want to do this?” Isoroku asked the first note of caution aloud. 

 

“How can we not? This is the greatest discovery in the history of mankind. Or a really, really bad joke…” Eli replied, giving him a look. “What happened to that spirit of adventure? You wanted to be the first one on an alien planet. How about the first on an alien ship?”

 

“If that’s what this thing is…” Alister added. 

 

“True enough,” Eli replied, but it was impossible to keep his excitement out of his voice. “We still have to get our instruments set up, and this is way beyond our pay grade but…” He paused a moment, considering his words. “The company needs to know of any potential threats from the planet. We’re obligated to check it out, at least.” 

 

Truth be told, Eli’s inner child was too excited by the prospect of what might be below their shuttle. The notion of alien life, something intelligent and able to create its own wonders, was part of the reason he’d left the service for expedition vessels. Not that there was any chance of that, as quiet as it was out here. But now, with even the possibility of finding such below him, and being the first one to do so…it was more than he could have ever imagined. Walking out of the shuttle felt more like a dream as their lights illuminated the side of what appeared to be a cave, adjacent to the obelisk and a potential point of entry. 

 

The click of a rifle being cocked drew Eli’s attention, and while it was a little jarring, he concurred with Alister’s caution. He pulled out his own weapon, turned on the light, and revealed the path within. Isoroku reported there was little difference in the atmosphere, but that was to be expected. The depression in the earth was relatively shallow, all things considered. Isoroku commented it might be a sign the thing had landed some long time ago, and the planet’s weather had dug into it over hundreds of years. It was enough that after only a brief descent, their path opened up to a rather spacious chamber, one that had an air of static as they traced their flashlights over its contours. The most noticeable feature was that one of the walls seemed comprised of the same material as the obelisk, perhaps why the onboard instrumentation reported a cave larger than what they had come upon. 

 

“Don’t touch anything,” Eli said, making a motion in Alister’s direction. 

 

“I’m not that dumb,” he responded, taking the jab in stride. 

 

“Well, you are the muscle,” Eli retorted, though kept his focus on the material. Carefully, he played his flashlight over it for any sign of an opening or even a disparity in the smooth material. It was flawless as best he could tell, the material lining the actual cave not sufficient to penetrate its surface. Eli was almost tempted to take off a glove and touch it, but such would be a foolish action. Instead, he focused on his data recording, as futile as it was. Nothing of the obelisk’s composition was detectable by anything they had at their disposal. If not for word of mouth, they had no proof of what evidently collapsed on the planet’s surface, regardless of how it had got here. 

 

“Damn, this is insane…” Isoroku muttered, flashlight scanning the scope of the obelisk for any sign of…anything, really. So little information was presented that the trio could speculate for millennia to no avail. It was almost frustrating with their want to know what they were looking at, somewhere between their deepest dreams and a dud. In the end, with so little they could glean from the scenario, there was little point for them to stay, leaving the obelisk’s presence as a footnote in their mission report. 

 

“Now that looks like something Jeremy might want,” Alister mused, his own flashlight exploring the rest of the cave. Sat some feet away from the ship’s surface was a series of oblong ovals, glistening in the light as though slick with some sort of mucus. Their composition wasn’t evident, but it was clear they didn’t match anything within the cave or the ship itself. There had to be a dozen or so, sitting there in sequence as though they had been placed there with intent. The sight of them, in any other context, drew a mental image of some sort of eggs, but the likelihood of such was impossible. Still, the resemblance was uncanny, sending a sense of unease between the gathered crew. 

 

“That organic enough for him?” Alister asked once more, each of their flashlights playing over them. Like the rest of the cave, it seemed the eggs did not give off a signature that their instruments were able to detect. There was every chance they were part of the landscape, though their disparity left much to the imagination. 

 

“No idea. I wouldn’t touch them though. Just in case. Even if they do look like, what? Eggs?” Eli commented, reiterating what they were all thinking. 

 

“I think we’re being a little over-cautious,” Isoroku commented, though it seemed he was no further inclined to move toward them. 

 

“Maybe. We can’t get a read on them. Might be best to let the captain know. He can contact the company directly. Not sure how one secluded cave with some egg-like things will impede their mining operation. No, really, no idea. Best to ask them. Let’s head back,” Eli said, moving away. Even if there was no obvious danger, something primal within told him to stay as far away from those egg-like things as they could. 

 

Isoroku followed suit, though not before playing his flashlight over them one more time. The beams had been separate before now, but in a moment of happenstance, all three converged on a singular egg, just for an instant. No level of caution could prevent such a convergence, and in reality, it lasted only a few milliseconds. Yet, as their three beams moved to part, each crewmember was privy to the sight of something moving under the surface, as though a living being was within. And even under their suits, the slick sucking sound of the apex parting echoed in their ears. Like an orange being peeled, four blossoms raised from the tip, parting to reveal a fleshy membrane within. And whatever being existed within seemed to squirm rapidly, sensing the opening above and the freedom it served to represent. 

 

Before anyone could react, the squirming being burst through the membrane, flying through the air with a wild spring. The motion was so quick that none were given any warning as to its direction. It wasn’t until a thud against Alister’s helmet drew their attention, that their flashlights were in time to see a grotesque, spider-like being holding on for dear life. Alister was quick to cry out and try to grasp the thing, though no amount of grip through the gloves could gain purchase over the being’s body. Struggling as he was, Alister had no ability to resist a thick, muscled, tendriled tail wrapping its way around his throat, preparing to cut off his oxygen at a moment’s notice. 

 

“Shoot it!” Isoroku called out, though Eli knew there was no chance of getting a target without risking his friend. He could only watch helplessly as the thing dug into Alister’s suit, piercing the material and releasing a hiss of air that made them shiver in fear. If it had punctured his suit, there was little time to get him to the shuttle before the atmosphere crushed his lungs, regardless of whatever the being itself was trying to achieve. 

 

Alister, dropping his own weapon, tried desperately to grip the creature assaulting him but was unable. Even without his gloves on, it was obvious the thing’s muscles were far too stiff to pull it off. And given the way the clawed tips were pressing into his suit, trying to get rid himself of its presence might cause his death from exposure. Still, Alister could do naught but struggle, trying to get it off before it caused permanent damage.

 

The hissing of gas escaping his suit was secondary to the sound of slopping against his mask as Alister continued to writhe and struggle. He couldn’t see through the viscous fluids oozing over his helmet, but it seemed that the creature was trying to press something firm and hard against his face. Still, no amount of struggle could get rid of it, and he was forced down on his knees, pulling without success to remove the alien organism. It was the hissing of his helmet dissolving that truly scared him, the material thinning as though the creature’s fluids were enough to wear it down. 

 

A slick, sulfurous stench overcame him from the planet’s atmosphere before his mouth was invaded. A grotesque sucking sound was followed by something firm but slimy rubbing over his face. Alister barely had time to react as the organ shoved its way into his mouth, throbbing violently the moment it did so. Alister could not gag, could not struggle as the organ worked its way to the back of his throat, pulsating as though excited. It was far too firm for him to expel, and his mouth was forced painfully open, at the mercy of whatever the thing would do. 

 

Wrapped as tightly as it was around the suit, there was no getting the creature off. And with his windpipe so tightly clenched, little energy remained for him to even attempt to struggle. He was left with weakening legs as he fell forward onto his knees, trying to call out but only able to elicit a wet gurgle. Vision whiting out, he was only vaguely aware of the frantic throbbing within his mouth, the creature excitedly preparing for something. 

 

Eli and Isoroku could only look on in horror as their crewmate was assaulted. Eli reflexively aimed his weapon, but any shot would risk his friend’s life. Pulling out a combat knife, Isoroku rushed forward, trying to maneuver it to cut at the tail squeezing Alister’s windpipe. Yet, the knife’s edge seemed to have no effect on the creature’s exoskeleton, to the point that his efforts caused the knife to violently snap in two. 

 

“Fuck!” He called out, trying to grasp the creature’s tail in a last-ditch effort. Anything he tried to do was in vain, and all they could do was try to move their friend, hoping there was something in the shuttle that might save him. 

 

All the while, the thick, throbbing tube within Alister’s throat continued to open him further. Its warm, moist length drew a particular mental image, even as Alister struggled to stay awake. He had never been with a man, of course, but he couldn’t quite help but view the violating organ as a penis of sorts. Its pulsating length widened impossibly, and the sensation of several hard ovals seemed to push through it. Alister was almost inclined to identify the thing as an ovipositor of sorts. That was the last thought he harbored as one of the ovals was force-fed down his throat, followed by another and another. The pressure was almost too much for him to bear, and Alister’s mind whited out, falling on his back against the arms that were trying to carry him.

 

“We have to get him on board,” Eli said frantically, pulling with all his strength as Isoroku worked from the other side. They were making some headway, but with his suit punctured, it was likely Alister’s life was already forfeit. 

 

“What if it’s a biohazard?” Isoroku asked though he wasn’t inclined to let go of his crewmate, knowing what Eli would say regards. 

 

“I’ll take the blame,” Eli replied, pulling with all his energy. A surge of adrenaline pumped through him, Alister’s heaving body enough motivation to know they might still have time. Neither noticed over their panic as Alister’s throat throbbed, something being force-fed down his gullet and into his stomach. It was beginning a process beyond their understanding and more horrific than anything the galaxy had yet revealed to humanity…

 

Though it felt like an eternity, the two were able to bring Alister’s body to the ramp, pulling it onboard. Yet, a sudden heave and a rush of his chest nearly made them drop him in panic. The two looked on with shock as the thing attached to his throat pulled out with a wet sucking sound. As though its body had gone limp, the creature fell from Alister’s head, rolling over with its many spindly legs positioned over its torso as though dead. 

 

Their immediate concern was not the state of the creature, however. While the atmosphere wasn’t immediately deadly, a human couldn’t survive more than a few minutes, and it had been more than ten since the creature’s appendage had penetrated his mask. Two pulsating sacks on the creature’s sides had been pumping constantly since it had attached, and Eli was drawn to the conclusion that it might have been taking over Alister’s respiratory functions. It was the only way he could have survived that long, but now it has released him, Alister had only seconds. 

 

Pulling him inside and closing the door, the shuttle’s life support systems finally prompted Alister to draw breath. The moment he did so, Alister started coughing violently, throwing up as though trying to expel something. Bringing up only bile, Alister’s eyes immediately fluttered open, and he backed up against the bulkhead, screaming as though traumatized. 

 

“Hey, hey stay with me! You’re safe now!” Eli said, putting his hands on Alister’s shoulders. It took him a few moments to calm down, eyes shifting wildly as though preparing for an attack. With nothing there, he finally slowed his breaths, taking them deeply in an effort to relax. Such was gradual, though Alister was eventually able to manage it. His eyes continued to dart around the room, as though waiting for the creature to spring out from any corner and assault him again. 

 

“It’s dead,” Eli assured him, though he had no basis for that, only hoping it hadn’t been able to move from the site. It didn’t matter. He made sure to look out the window to see the faint outline of its prone form, on the off chance it might have revived and clung to the hull. Not that it would survive the atmospheric ascent, but there was no telling with what might well have been the first complex alien organism discovered by humankind. 

 

“Fuck…” Alister managed to mutter, hands free of his gloves as he started rubbing his face. The slime or goo seemed to have congealed, and he was sure he would want to retch several times once he was allowed back on board and in a shower. Stunned as he was, Alister could hardly do more than sit there, shivering from an experience he did not fully understand. 

 

Hands soon traced over his chest and belly, mind vaguely aware of what the creature had done to him. It had been a total, complete violation, though there was nothing he could have done to resist. It would take him some time to come to terms with what had happened, and probably more than a little therapy. But even in his stunned stupor, Alister couldn’t deny the sensation that something had been inserted intentionally, that the thing had left something within him. He wanted a full workup, feeling dirty and needing whatever was in him removed. 

 

“It’s time to let the captain know,” Isoroku said softly, a hint of regret in his voice. Still, Eli knew he had done the right thing in bringing Alister back on board. It was not the first time he had lost someone he had been friends with. But during his service, it was something Eli was able to largely put out of his mind in the heat of the moment. On a survey mission…the loss of a crewmate would be tragic and demoralizing. Whatever that thing had been was an anomaly, perhaps humanity’s first interaction with an alien lifeform. And there would have been some precedence to take it back to the ship for further study. But it was not worth the loss of a man he considered a friend, and Alister’s health came first. And, if it came to Eli’s decision, he would return to the cave and light all those eggs aflame to prevent the possibility of another attack. 

 

As was protocol, the captain required them all to undergo decimation, Alister needing to be isolated before Jeremy could look him over. Alister was Ok with that, still rubbing his chest as though fearing something was inside. “I heard. Fuck, man. It’s going to be OK. If there’s anything wrong, we’ll get it figured out,” Jeremy reassured him through the com before entering the chamber, clad in protective medical garb. Alister could only watch as Jeremy took his readings before moving to more conventional methods like checking his heartbeat and blood pressure. Alister did his best not to worry about what the results would be, but the feeling of something being pumped down his throat was not something he could forget. And he went to tell Jeremy such as he asked Alister to remove his shirt to check for external anomalies.

 

“Hmmm, well, good news and bad news,” Jeremy remarked as he moved over to his console and brought up Alister’s vitals. 

 

“Bad news first?” Alister asked, not sure he could handle it, but needing to know it all the same. 

 

“It’s the same news, sadly,” Jeremy chuckled, removing his helmet, much to Alister’s surprise. “No sign of any foreign DNA. You must have removed all the, well, secretions during decontamination. And as much as I can figure, you haven’t ingested anything foreign. I can’t be sure without some more tests, but I think you’re safe to go back to quarters. I would advise you not to go back to the planet, though. Fuck, I would advise none of us to go back to the planet. Best to leave it there for the company’s full complement. Come back with the proper equipment and such. We aren’t set up in case of contamination and I don’t want to get stuck out here with no backup. Call me paranoid, but I watched too many horror movies growing up. As much as I wish aliens were real, I’m not keen to poke ones that eat through your face shield and latch to your throat,” Jeremy explained, moving back to take a blood sample. 

 

“I’ve got a few more tests to run but I don’t think I’ll find anything. Just want to be sure is all. Take it easy,” Jeremy ordered, and Alister rose, wanting to shake his hand or even give him a hug. Sure he was going to die, Alister couldn’t believe he had come out on the other side alright. And, in fact, he felt rather fine, all things considered. 

 

With that, the captain ordered them to get some rest and prepare for a debrief in the morning. Eli was fine with that, figuring it was best to take the night to process things. It had been a while since a situation on the job left him so rattled he needed a drink afterward. And as much as the captain chastised him, he didn’t outright ban alcohol on the ship. Much to Eli’s relief, as much as he didn’t want to wake up with a hangover.

 

Jeremy, busy setting up his samples, was not expecting the captain to enter, face flustered. For a moment, Jeremy was sure he was going to bring down his wrath for clearing Alister safe to return to the ship. But the next words out of his mouth were somewhat more alarming. 

 

“The company wants one of the eggs brought up. Several, if we can manage. Do you have anything onboard that can act as containment?” He asked, shaking as he did so. It was obvious he wasn’t keen on the idea, and neither was Jeremy if he was being frank. 

 

“Umm…even if I did, no?” Jeremy responded, not willing to entertain the bizarre order. Not used to a structured chain of command, he had no qualms about letting the captain know what he thought about it. 

 

“No, you don’t or no you won’t?” The captain asked though the hesitation in his voice was rather obvious. 

 

“Both, probably,” Jeremy responded plainly. “We have no idea what those things are or what could even contain them. Whatever it was secreting ate through one of our suits, right? I have no idea what they are made of. I couldn’t even get a clear sample after they cleaned up. Maybe if we looked at the dead one, but that’s assuming it’s still down there or we could find it. And we aren’t equipped for that kind of mission, regardless. What do they want them for, anyway?” 

 

“Like they’d fucking tell me. The bonus they offered is nice, but after what happened to Alister, I don’t like it. I’m not a military captain anymore and I’m not putting you guys at risk if I don’t have to. See what you can find in the meantime though. Your man has to refuel the shuttle, so we can’t go planet side until morning, anyway,” the captain said before heading out. Jeremy sighed, ignoring the order and going back to his work. It was going to take him several more hours to run through all the tests, but there was no denying the urgency. He wasn’t sure, but there was a feeling that something was wrong, and he needed to do everything in his power to find out what it was. Not only for Alister but perhaps the entire mission, as well…

 

Alister had done as suggested, not bothering to even grab something from the mess hall as he headed back to his bunk. He figured Eli would be there, downing a drink or two, and while he owed the man his life, he didn’t want to bother him. Eli would insist on cooking him something, waiting on him hand and foot, and Alister didn’t have the mental facilities to handle such pestering right now. If he was being honest with himself, he was dead tired from the shock of not only finding something alien on the planet but being assaulted and nearly killed by the unknown life form. And, despite what Jeremy had told him, he couldn’t help but think he had been infected, that there was something foreign within him that he simply could expel. Something that would perhaps change his life forever if it did not outright end it. 

 

Surprisingly, Alister was quick to fall asleep, errant thoughts insufficient to keep him awake. His body was burned out beyond belief, as though it was fighting off something and needed rest. And Alister would have welcomed it, had his rest not been plagued by a wave of bizarre dreams, each more alien than the last. It started with the thing that had attached to his face. It was a horror show of sorts as something was forced down his gullet as he gagged on a phallic-like object and fought for his life. But then came a sensation of pleasure, as though the act was sexual in nature and something Alister might welcome. It elicited a rather surprising erection, one that caused him to expel his seed several times in his sleep. It was as though his entire testicular content had been ejaculated all at once, coating his groin, leg, and belly with sticky fluids. Yet, drowning in lustful dreams as he was, Alister could not be brought to wake. In fact, the longer the dreams carried on, the more he wanted to indulge…

 

Soon, rather than being choked by the alien phallus, Alister was eager to suck on it, causing it to tense and release its gift down his throat. It went beyond his understanding, though a strange certainty informed him that receiving its blessing would remake him in its image. He would become greater, more, and once he had cocooned and changed, he could spread his gift to others. Bringing them all into his fold…such made little sense, but to his lust-addled mind, Alister could find no fault in what the foreign thoughts were conveying. In fact, he longed to bathe in the afterglow, horny as hell and wanting to share this feeling. And eventually, it would be time for him to leave, and bring his fantasies to reality…

 

A sickly sweet scent in the air made Alister throw off his blankets, aware of how sticky his sweat was. Rubbing the skin, Alister was met with a bizarre texture, pulling it away in strings. It was akin to semen, though far more vicious, and the seminal stink on his groin was enough for him to tell the difference. As gross as it felt, Alister couldn’t help but feel a sense of elation. The smell relaxed him somewhat, making him sure that everything was in place for…what? Any confusion was overridden by that primal excitement, one that seemed to surpass human understanding. It was not only the most erotic experience for him in hindsight but one he wanted to share with those on his ship. He needed to bring them here, one by one, and show them the secret he held within. It was one he barely understood himself, but one that was sure to come to light if only he acted on his wildest impulses. 

 

Though the latent arousal from his dreams had burned into his mind, for some reason, Alister found he couldn’t get hard again. It was as though he had spent his entire testicle contents on the sporadic dreams. No matter. He was sure he could lure his crewmates in here one by one, firstly the one that had a crush on him. He would be easy, and Alister’s new proclivities felt certain that whatever he had in mind for the man, Eli would welcome it readily. Regardless of what his sexuality had been prior, his lust toward his all-male crew was palpable, and it was all he could do not to race out into the hall and drag him back. These new inclinations, however, saw it fit to draw the man to his quarters where they would have some privacy. And all it took was a single call to lure in his target. 

 

“Eli…come meet me in my quarters…I’m feeling so much better…and I think it’s only fair to thank you for saving my life…in person…” Alister whispered huskily, enough that had it come from any other man, Eli was sure it was a come-on. 

 

Hanging up and taking a long swig of his drink, Eli stood, realizing he was a little buzzed already. How strong had he made them, anyway? It didn’t matter. Alister was surely fucking with him, but that was fine. Eli was over it now, and besides, he figured it was a thank-you tease of sorts, even if it didn’t mean sex. It was a little bit of a walk to get there, and Eli was sad to discover his drink was a little stronger than he’d wanted, stumbling a little on the way. He was rather inclined to make a game of it, swaying and adjusting his hips in a somewhat seductive manner, before buzzing the door and waiting to be allowed in. 

 

Alister moved to open the door right away, eager for the presence of his crewmate and friend. Yet, a strange sensation was slowly enveloping him, his skin feeling moist and sticky all over. That sickly sweet smell seemed to perforate the room, though Alister found it more enticing than anything. There was no denying the sense of urgency, and the notion of achieving some higher purpose was enough that he opened the door, waiting for Eli to enter. 

 

Yet, something was wrong. The moment the air from the hall hit his skin, Alister fell over, a sudden pain resonating through his entire body. He was shivering, as though something under the skin was pulsating within, eager to get out. He tried to speak, but only a hiss of air escaped his lips, as though his lungs were being compressed within. The sight of his prone body drew Eli in, calling out with a, “What’s wrong? Alister?!” Moving toward him to try and stabilize him, Eli’s hands came away with that sticky fluid, confused as he raised it to his hands. It had evidently oozed through enough that it covered Alister all over, making it impossible to feel the skin underneath. But in the moment, it was hardly the biggest priority. Bracing himself as best he could, Alister called out. “Security command override, lock the door to my quarters, no release. Initiate total lockout!”

 

Eli’s eyes went wide as the door closed, trapping the two of them within. He wanted to run, but more than that knew he had to take Alister out of here and to the medical bay. While it took some moments to realize why it seemed familiar, the slime looked more akin to the creature’s secretions than anything he’d seen before, raising no small bit of alarm. And the implication of which terrified him to the core. 

 

As much as he wanted to check on Alister, Eli knew needed to get in contact with the medical bay first and foremost, running to the communication panel on the wall. Yet, to his shock, communication had been cut off, not only from the room, as well as his own badge, as though a dampener had been placed over the room. Alister had the means to do so, but in his current state, Eli could barely fathom what his goal was. All he knew was that he was effectively trapped, with no way to escape unless the door was secured from the other side. 

 

By this point, Alister’s body was shaking violently, sweat and viscous fluids oozing from his body and filling his nose with more of that pungent stink. Feeling suddenly confined in his clothing, Alister reached to remove them, finding them stuck to him from the copious fluids he was secreting. With an unexpected force, Alister reached down to rip off the rags, exposing more slick muscled skin as his body continued to vibrate. His pants, too, were quickly shed, exposing his underwear and a massive erection within. Those, too, were torn away, and Alister felt a sense of calm rubbing over him, as though the stage was set for…what, exactly?

 

Of greatest importance was tending to his erection, hardly concerned with Eli’s presence. Even in Alister’s lust-addled mind, the size of it was clearly not human, something that his body could not have supported naturally. Yet, he was hardly concerned with that reality, rather eager for his pleasure. A strange airless hiss escaped his lips as he began to massage his rod. Both men could not deny that the fluids leaking from the tip were thicker than pre-cum, more akin to what his skin was oozing than anything human. It was hardly a deterrent to Alister’s pleasure, rubbing his body as an expression of ecstasy became plastered over his features. 

 

Yet, his hands were soon drawn from his cock as they started to twitch violently, afflicted with some bizarre force. The skin seemed darker, though Eli wasn’t sure with the light in the room. Yet, as Alister uncontrollably clenched them, it was evident from the steady cracks that the bone and tendons were breaking apart. The force caused his digits to stiffen as they enlarged before Eli’s eyes. He stared, transfixed as the tips extended into clawed talons, the ooze surrounding them settling into the skin and creating a hard, glistening sheen that looked more akin to insect chitin. While his thumb persisted in some form, it was obvious what remained of his hands were growing far larger than what his human body should have been able to manage, twitching and writhing and mutating beyond Eli’s understanding. The oozing resin seemed to fuse two of the fingers together, though his bones were at least separate within. The same was soon to happen to his other fingers as well, Alister tensing them as though experimenting with their new abilities. Eli was horrified to see a crack along the side of his hands that preceded the birth of another digit, these ones more akin to new thumbs than anything. The process should have been painful, though Alister retained a stoic expression, more aroused than anything as his fingers continued to extend and warp into dangerous appendages.

 

Eli’s call of terror was largely ignored as Alister once more reached down to rub at his member, his larger hands more suited to its new size. A small part of his mind was aware he should have been terrified, that nothing in his experience could explain the changes. Yet, through the sheer arousal of the process, Alister could not muster the ability to feel concerned, rather elated by the surge of growth in his body. He was changing, becoming something more. And every iota of his being told him it was good, right, and powerfully arousing to the point Alister wished to will it into being.

 

Trying once more to express his ecstasy, Alister was surprised only a hiss escaped his lips, as though his vocal cords had been removed. It seemed evident his lungs were absent, his chest no longer rising and falling as he would have expected. Yet, he was no worse for wear from the prospect, as though he no longer needed to breathe in such a way. It was of little matter, Alister’s cries more akin to ecstasy than any attempt to communicate. His mind was awash in new instincts, and the drives excited him beyond any fear of his changing hands. He desired to infect, to dominate, to fuck, though the last inclination should have been the source of some alarm. Still, Alister could only continue to jerk his cock, hissing his pleasure and willing his changes to overtake him. 

 

The changes were not without pain, however, the cadence in Alister’s hiss altering as his clawed hands moved to his head in reflex. The fluids he had excreted seemed to have solidified over his arms, congealing as the skin underneath turned thick and crisp. New divots and ridges seemed immobile as they formed, and Eli couldn’t help but attribute the sight of such to some form of insect chitin. Such was something he was mostly ignorant of, a form of complex polysaccharide that made up a dermis firmer than anything known in nature. Cracks continued to poke from his arms as though the bones within had shifted, black chitin firming over the human skin with a series of patterned protrusions. They seemed as motile as his human arms had been, Alister hugging himself as several lumps started to pulsate over his back, moving down the bare skin toward his ass.

 

The twitching seemed to center in his lower back, Alister shrieking in that haunting tone as something violently burst out of the base of his tailbone. It was a thick, bladed protrusion, though its birth didn’t seem to injure him in the slightest, given the lack of blood. The bones of his spine seemed to ripple as what seemed to be a serpentine tail pushed it out ridge by ridge. It seemed to twitch against Alister’s prompting, waving wildly as though each obvious segment was a point of articulation. Eli couldn’t help but remain frozen, fearing the thing and what it might do if Eli gave it a target. Alister might not hurt him, perhaps, but the same could not be guaranteed for the being he was becoming…

 

The primal screams echoing from Alister’s mouth caused his cheeks to vibrate, as though the muscles and bones within were starting to pulsate outward. The sight of the viscous fluid dripping from his mouth had Eli disgusted, the consistency sticking to the floor as Alister’s maw continued to drool. The sight of it was repulsive, and Eli wanted to get out of there for fear of his life. Yet, the sight of Alister’s rather prominent erection had a perplexing effect on Eli’s mind, one that stirred something within his own pants. Be it his slight buzz or the strange sickly sweet scent in the room, Eli couldn’t fully control his reaction, the contrast maddening. 

 

Through the agony of change, Alister managed to look into Eli’s features, a hunger there that terrified Eli to the core. It was akin to a serpent looking at a mouse, and Alister continued to drool profusely, as though he wanted to devour him. And something within Alister spoke to that desire, though not to consume him directly. It was rather a sexual desire, one causing his penis to leak its hybrid fluids. As much as Alister’s new inclinations made him crave contact, there was a part of his mind that feared for what he might do. Yet, the force changing him went beyond anything the human he had ever experienced, far too strong for his human morality to possibly subvert. He wanted to fuck this man, his friend, yet before that, there was something else he needed to do. It was something that didn’t make sense yet, but would surely in the next few moments…

 

The force of growth within his jaw started to increase in intensity, mouth painfully pushing forward as his eyes rolled back in his head. A series of cracks resonated through his face as it extended just slightly, making him wish to raise his alien hands to try and stabilize it. Yet, the ache within his mouth grew too intense for him to handle, as though his very tongue was being torn apart. The muscle ripped violently from the bottom of his jaw, its base now connected to some part of his pulsating throat, further down than Alister could even fathom. The cavern of his lower jaw seemed to collapse on his tongue, though it was steadily becoming far too engorged to be contained for long. Alister had no reprieve but to hiss his pain, holding his face as his drooling maw covered his alien fingers in viscous ooze. 

 

The writhing mass of his tongue barely looked human any longer, rather being reformed into something black, comprised of the same chitin that made up his arms and was working its way over his chest and back. With that, the growth started to vibrate, inflating and pushing its way out of Alister’s mouth as he crossed his eyes with terror. It was out of a nightmare, the tip of the hardened structure opening and dripping more ooze as serrated edges took place. A hollow tube ran the length of his gullet, but all Alister’s focus was on the quivering mass, as what looked like a separate, deadly mouth opened from within what had become a pharyngeal jaw. And one that pulsated with intent, triggering that primal urge to take what it wanted, leaving Alister along for the ride. 

 

Terrified, Eli could only stare in horror at what had become of his friend. Alister, too, had his eyes wide open in fear, though seemed unable to close his jaw as his secondary mouth moved in and out, as though exploring the range of its abilities. It looked for all the world like Alister was trying to mouth something to Eli, perhaps a warning. Eli could see it in the man’s eyes, as though willing him to run away before the unthinkable happened. Yet, there was nowhere to go, and Eli barely had a moment to react before Alister rose up, leaping on the man with a strength that far surpassed his humanity. Helpless, Eli hit the floor hard, the creature on top of him and waving its massive tail, as though daring him to make a move. Eli felt frozen, terrified, yet still aroused from either the scent or the sight of the creature’s erection. It was such a powerful contrast within his mind, and yet Eli could do nothing but wait to see what his assailant would do to him, hoping for the best but fearing the worst. 

 

For now, the creature towered over him, as though Alister was conflicted over what exactly he wanted to do with his victim now that Eli was effectively trapped. He was changing all the while, the skin pulsating as more of his oozing sweat crystallized over his skin to form the basis of his chitinous armor. Yet, much of his skin was still human, his chest and belly rubbing against Eli’s own body. And much to his dismay, Alister’s amply hairy pits and pubes were in the range of Eli’s face, the scent burning into his nose. It was something he’d perhaps fantasized about before, maybe sticking his face in to sniff in a more romantic setting. Now, the scent was ultimately overridden by the thick reek of his alien musk and was nothing like the human odor Eli wished to sample. Still, he was almost tempted, despite the likely chance these would be his last final moments…

 

The pain of alien claws digging into his skin forced Eli to cry out his pain, though such was to be to his detriment. Without missing a beat, Alister lowered his head as though to take the man in a kiss. Eli was sure he was to be killed, especially with how deadly his new tongue seemed to have become. Viscous drool fell onto Eli’s face, stinging the skin and making him wish to pull away. But the creature Alister was becoming was strong, and he pushed his mouth against Eli’s own, shoving his tongue inside. The pharyngeal jaw was far too strong for Eli to resist, and it forced itself to the back of his throat, making him wish to gag. It opened him up painfully, and part of Eli’s mind couldn’t help but draw comparisons to oral sex, though nothing he had taken could match the horror of the situation. And worse of all, it continued to ooze its alien fluids, making Eli sure he would drown. 

 

All of a sudden, Alister’s body started to gyrate violently, as though spasming from something thick being forced upward. It was not emanating from his stomach, though rather through the formerly used trachea no longer required for his new anatomy. It almost hurt to force them through his throat, though a pleasure worked its way to his loins, as though the act was erotic on its own. He was unsure what was happening, and part of his mind was sure he didn’t want to do this against Eli’s inclinations. But that voice had been playing through his thoughts all the while, and there was no denying the urge to take the man like this, to force whatever his body would do to him. It gave him so much pleasure, so much certainty, meeting some deep-seated instinct that had burrowed into his being. In the moment of passion, any human morality was steadily eliminated, leaving him with only excitement and lust. His penis was oozing fluids all the while, making him excited for what was to come, even if he didn’t fully understand what the end goal was. All he knew was how good it felt, and how much he needed to hold position as he did whatever his body dictated. 

 

Copious fluids were leaking into Eli’s gullet, sure to suffocate the man, but Alister couldn’t bring himself to cease. He was nearly vomiting from the things caught in his throat, but it felt right as his gullet forced up what felt like thick, rounded ovals. It was hard to hold his prey steady, though the skin around his cheeks suddenly tore, two fleshy flaps that held Eli’s face in place as Alister’s throat rippled from the force of his ejection. With a wet sticky sound, his tongue opened up, the oval moving down the tube and into Eli’s throat without any way for him to vomit it back. It was almost too large for Eli’s gullet, though the fluids Alister was oozing somehow made their descent slick and possible. And given the violent convulsions from Alister’s body, it was not to be the only one. 

 

At no point in his life did Eli feel more helpless as his body was force-fed some sort of alien orb. Worse was how Alister’s pulsating body worked another through his phallic tongue. The way it was throbbing within his mouth, Eli was reminded of a thick penis, though the taste being forced into his mouth was repulsive, stinging and numbing his senses. He was thankful for that, the pain of being used in such a way was sure to be excruciating. And he would have wished for death or unconsciousness, though the way Alister’s massive phallus rubbed against his own loins left him somewhat aroused. The contrast was more than he was able to handle as a third oval was forced down his throat, followed by another and another as Alister’s body heaved from the force of them. They were impossibly large as they descended their way into the pit of Eli’s stomach, though left it to bulge for only a moment as they were instantly dissolved. A fleeting part of his mind wondered if he’d seen the same happen to Alister while the alien had attached itself to him. The similarities were striking, though Eli hardly had the energy to focus on it further, weakened by the action. 

 

Eventually, Alister felt he was finished, and let the man go, his new growths trailing resin from Eli’s face. Eli was left gagging and sputtering, though there was nothing he could do in the face of such an attack. He was alive, at least, and still somewhat erect, much to his shock. His body was sore and heavy, and in his exhaustion, there was nothing he could do to move. But there was an odd sense of satisfaction, thinking that the best was yet to come, and if only he waited a little longer, then it would be worth it. He wanted to speak, wanted to moan, though a budding instinct in his mind left him to pause for a moment. As much as he wanted to protest, to fight back, if only he allowed Alister to continue, then…

 

The sight and smell prompted Alister to lift his prone friend, bringing him against the wall. His mouth was oozing even thicker strings of resin, and he was compelled to lick around Eli’s body, pulling at his clothes and slathering it all over the prone man’s skin. It was enough to stick it to the wall and surely leave Eli to be trapped for the time being. Yet, there was another reason he wanted the man prone, though at the moment Alister had a hard time rationalizing why. Still, with his erection at its apex, he was starting to come to understand, whether Eli remained amenable to the idea or not. It certainly felt right at the moment!

 

That part of his mind that was still human left Alister to hesitate for only a moment, wondering what he had done to his friend. Such wasn’t warranted, yet there was no denying the utter pleasure he’d experienced by injecting those egg-like objects down his friend’s throat. Still, a lingering feeling of wrongness seemed to persist in his mind, and with some effort, Alister was able to snap back to the present, looming over Eli with a sense of confusion. What was going on? What had he done to his friend…himself? And perhaps strangest of all, why was he so hard?!

 

Pulling back for a moment, Alister was nonetheless stunned by the urges rising in his mind. He wanted, more than anything, to try and ask his friend for help. The moment he tried to speak, an alien screech escaped his quivering jaw, and attempts to touch it left him pulling away a trail of resin. Instinctively, he went back to rubbing it over his captive, turning him around and removing his clothes before coating his arms and legs, leaving him trapped. Any attempts to fight the urges were overridden by the sight of his entrapped friend, turned on by the prospect more than anything he had encountered before. Any lingering threats of heterosexuality, too, were erased, the sight of his body so damned hot that Alister’s penis continued to quiver and ooze its viscous fluids, eager for what was to come. 

 

Coming to from the haze of fatigue, Eli was somewhat shocked to feel that, while his body was numb and trapped, his penis was harder than ever. He couldn’t believe what had happened to Alister, or what his former friend had done to him. He couldn’t speak, throat still clogged, and feeling somewhat sick to his stomach from what had been done to him. Worse, as Alister used his resin to part Eli’s ass cheeks, a part of him still wanted it, to be taken and used and allowed a modicum of bliss to overwhelm him. What the hell was wrong with him?!

 

Alister continued to hiss in what Eli perceived as a lustful alien tone, even if he didn’t fully comprehend its source. Something in Eli’s mind made him almost hungry for more. It was hard to put into words, though it was akin to being desired by his crush in a way that surpassed his experience. If Alister was calling for him…nothing he could imagine was better than this euphoric feeling, and he would do whatever it took if only to hear a note of that hiss once more. 

 

All the while, more of that chitinous skin spread its way down Alister’s back, the resin forming an outer layer that literally fused with his former dermis. Muscle was slowly building up under the skin, firm in place as his overall frame remained lean. The hairs on the back of his head started to loosen, falling over his chitin and seeming to dissolve in the resin his skin was exuding. Hair on his underarms and chest seemed to remain for the moment, but as the chitin spread down toward his ass and hips, it was likely not to be the case for much longer. For Alister’s part, he didn’t seem to mind the changes, bizarre forms working over the skin as it firmed beyond any known organic substance. It was slick and shiny like an insect’s carapace as the resin slid off him, leaving him to gleam in the low light of the room.

 

Yet, it was the pressure in his prick that soon enraptured all of Alister’s attention, and he once more rubbed his rod with reverence. Even the alien touch of his fused digits could not dissuade him, lust at the forefront of his being. It gave Eli a moment to think, at least, to wonder what was going to happen to him next. He was certain that the creature would fuck him, and the prospect was becoming more and more welcome as Alister took on the visage of an alien creature. It had to be an effect of whatever the being had pumped into his gullet, the full consequences of such almost lost on him. But there was no denying the air of anticipation that came with it. Even if Eli was capable of escaping, he felt he would willingly stay there, wanting to see what would come and accepting whatever fate Alister had in store for him. 

 

Yet, neither could have expected what was to happen next. Even though the size of Alister’s massive, alien digits, it was obvious his member was pulling back, shrinking within his groin. Alister frantically stroked faster, but his efforts were to have no effect. As horny as Alister felt, closer and closer to the point of orgasm, it seemed nothing he could do would allow him to fall over that edge. Instead, the skin around the base started to peel, forming an indent of sorts that squelched a little from some internal fluids. It was obvious his member was destined to be subsumed, and eventually, Alister’s claws lost their purchase, both men watching as his member retracted all the way inside. Eli thought he could see a hint of the head off to the side, but even a female’s anatomy did not match what had become of Alister’s loins. 

 

With a hiss of panic, Alister felt his testicles being gripped by an invisible hand, pulled abruptly within him through the skin. The remnants of his sack were soon to deflate as well, leaving him to stumble back from the pressure. As best he could perceive, his tests were still present within him, though squeezed tightly by his internal anatomy, reorientated as the pressure within them grew to a head. A hiss of panic escaped his alien face as they unloaded their burden, ropes of cum ejected from his slit, some of it getting on Eli’s face. Unlike the previous fluids, it seemed this was relatively human cum, and Eli might have welcomed Alister’s release under better circumstances. It did seem to pleasure the creature somewhat as what was likely his human semen was being voided from his being.  

 

All that remained was an oozing slit on his hairy groin, covered with both alien and human seminal fluids as Alister’s claw reached down to rub the area. Though there was some vague thought of female sex organs, Alister could not deny the feelings within his loins that denoted his shifting testicles. It was as though more of those odd ovals were being stored there as well, forming to be forced through his upper chest and into his throat for implantation. Either way, the sensitivity within his loins had come to a head, and Alister was desperate to rub himself further, wanting to recapture that pleasure. It soon became apparent that his claws were not up to the task, and a part of his lust-added mind wondered if Eli’s prick might suffice. While a modicum of resistance still wavered his thoughts, Alister was quick to realize his inclinations were to be dominant, that it was his prerogative to be doing the fucking. Still, such was little reprieve when he lacked the genitals to achieve his task, and in the heat of the moment, his desperation quickly overrode his pride. 

 

Alister was very much the one in control as he pulled Eli’s cock toward his new slit. Pressing against it, the moist opening slowly parted, easily accepting Eli’s girth. The sensation was utterly blissful, leaving him to hiss and drool as he started to thrust with the force of his new body. It was powerfully painful for the entrapped man, but there was little he could do about it, arms and legs encased as they were. And no matter how he was used and taken, Eli’s erection did not wane, rather leaking more furiously and getting close to an enviable release.

 

Seconds away from fully impaling himself on Eli’s cock, an oddly pleasurable and slightly familiar feeling emanating from his groin distracted him. Moving to peel back his slit with an alien claw, the point of something firm and tapered began to work its way out, oozing slimy cum the consistency of what had been leaked out before. As more of its girth made itself known, it seemed obviously much larger than a human cock, formed of chitinous segments rather than pliable erectile tissue. No external testicles appeared, and it seemed almost thick enough at the base to eject the meek human cock within him. The feeling of his mutating penis sliding against his slit had Alister writhing and hissing in bliss. The pressure was unfamiliar, an expected erogenous zone that left it twitching in and out in anticipation. 

 

Eli couldn’t help but stare in terror at the thing throbbing on Alister’s loins. It was surely meant for his ass, and despite his lust, Eli was prompted to struggle against the resin. There was no ability to escape, and compromised as he was, his hole was on display and ready for fucking. Without regard for his comfort, Alister worked his hardened tip within, the leaking fluids numbing Eli’s penetration and leaving him to moan. The numbing sensation worked its way through his bowels, down his legs, and up through his body, leaving him in a placid state. He could still perceive the alien phallus within him, his own penis and prostate still functioning and aware. And as much as he felt he should be in immense pain, all he could perceive was the pleasure of being fucked. Eli allowed himself to get into it if only to avoid the harsh reality that he was being taken against his will. 

 

Alister was awash in the ecstasy of fucking, mind fluttering as parts of him were steadily lost to the alien he was becoming. The physical sensations were sublime, Alister pushing in and out with little regard for anything else. There was a part of him deep down that understood his semen, once merged with the remnants of the eggs in his host, would change him. Not as he had been changed, no. Alister was becoming an apex being, the first of his nest and…nest? The word made little sense, though the more he settled on it, the more it seemed to resonate with him. He was the apex of his new species, and his infection would spread to the rest of the crew. They would become his servants, his hive, and the start of his-

 

NONONONONO!

 

Something within his mind was slow to scream, not wanting to hurt his friends or change them. Yet, it felt so good for him to change…and Eli was still alive, after all. If it felt this good…he was so powerful, so invincible like this. His tail was deadly, his chitinous armor was impenetrable, and it was continuing to spread down his legs. Like his fingers, some of his toes were to fuse as well, giving him deadly talons as the expanse of his feet continued to widen. He was larger, to be sure, and there was a part of him that knew he had further to grow. Still, in the process of fucking his friend, there was little left in his mind to look at the changes logistically. He simply wanted to change, to grow, and to become…more. And it wouldn’t take him long. 

 

Even as his humanity struggled in vain, Alister was delighted to feel thick rods forcing their way from his back, firm though collapsable. There were ridges in the chitin on his back for them to fold into, though having them raised allowed him to take in the atmosphere of the ship. The heat in the ship was made known to him, as well as the potential locations of prey. His fellow crew, those who make his servants. The other pair was left for something else, a waste vent for the new matter his body produced. Yet, he carried little concern for such anatomical distinctions. As his back extended, cracking and popping to make room for his massive tail, Alister was left to delight in his power and form, almost elated to give himself over to the alien he was becoming…

 

A screaming hiss escaped his lips as he did his best to cease his thrusts into Eli’s bowels, resistance steadily returning. He didn’t know what he was becoming, and the implication made him terrified. He was clearly alien, some lifeform that no human had encountered before. Had he a mirror, he was sure he would have been horrified by the creature staring back at him, a xenobiological morph of some kind. Yet, it was so powerfully arousing to change, to infect, that he simply couldn’t pull himself away. Every time his massive cock pushed in, he couldn’t resist the urge to thrust back, bringing him closer and closer to the inevitable conclusion. And that was to make Eli the first of his new subjects…

 

Feeling the extending phallus in his anus but little else, Eli forced himself to stare ahead at the altering visage of his friend. His changes were so terrifying, so alien that he couldn’t imagine being aroused by such a thing. Yet, he didn’t have the energy to struggle, even if the resin wasn’t holding him fast. And there was no denying the persistent arousal, something that even fucking the creature’s slit wasn’t quite able to quell. He had wanted Alister for so long…but not like this…and yet…

 

Alister’s waning mind was unable to pull himself from his task, even if his body wasn’t totally encompassed by the mating act. He was shuddering now, remnant hair around his groin and head falling out as tension started to build in his skull. Something was compressing his brain, forcing it back along with the pressure. His panic rose to the breaking point, Alister wanting desperately to fight and being unable to. What’s happening to me… why can’t I…why do I want more…I can’t…

 

His mediocre struggle was in vain as his skull continued to expand, becoming far too heavy for his neck to support before it swelled to keep up.  It was almost dome-like, stretching beyond the expanse of his humanity and taking his brain along with it. The size of his brain remained similar, as best he could tell, but it was impossible to be sure in the myriad of changes that were steadily robbing the fleeting fragments of his humanity. The carapace around it seemed far thicker than anything even his body could manage, likely keeping everything within protected. As it ran its way down his forehead, Alister could perceive the remnants of his head, his chin, nose, and jaw being forced outward. The final fragments of his human visage were being robbed from him, and all Alister could do was to fuck it all away into Eli’s rectum, as though nothing else in the universe mattered. 

 

As the slick shiny black carapace moved over his lower face, Alister felt his eyes cloud over. It seemed his dome-like covering was protruding just above it somewhat, and his eyes were absorbed into the mass underneath. A sense of panic flooded his fleeting human thoughts, losing his most treasured way of perceiving the world. Yet, they were soon to reopen, the world shaded in a glassy haze though still visible. In some ways, the lens through which he was forced to look enhanced his visual acuity, the colors in the room somewhat more pronounced, as though his spectrum of view had shifted. His own resin secretions and drool enhanced the fracturing of light to allow it to shine into his dome. It was almost fascinating had he the mental facilities to fully divert in their exploration!

 

A resonating hiss escaped his lips at the sensation of his teeth falling out, alerting him to the forced protrusion of his former tongue, completely withdrawing in his pharyngeal jaw and allowing it to sit within. He was still drooling profusely as his gum line extended and with it formed a series of serrated teeth, likely able to tear into any prey items his new form might consume. As his face pressed forward, any errant hairs were removed in the wake of more pitch-black chitin, leaving no trace of pale human skin. The former holes of his nostrils did not remain, but he had long since lost the ability to breathe. It seemed the protrusions on his back were aware of pheromones in the air, temperature changes, and other relevant data that his devolving brain seemed able to parse through. As he continued to hiss, a wider view of the room was made known to him, spongy tissue at the base of his dome able to resonate with his sounds. It was akin to what he understood to be echolocation, though the full scope of such was lost to him with the myriad of changes. 

 

It was the pressure in his new dome that drew his brain’s attention now, and his hands reflexively rose. The malleable skin seemed to be expanding rapidly, forming sharpened ridges that ran the circumference of his crest. They served to weigh on his neck, but as Alister felt his body expanding, firm muscle bulging under his chitinous skin, Alister’s new frill sat comfortably on his frame as it continued to take on a series of ornate patterns. Alister had no understanding of their purpose, save that they filled him with a sense of power and purpose that reaffirmed his admiration of his form. He was an apex creature of his own race, a King, the only one of his kind that was able to reproduce in this fashion. His crest served as a marker for his dominance, allowing his commands to resonate over vast distances should he need to direct his colony. His hive. He had no servants, not yet. But the moment he finished with this vessel, he would begin his task. Finally, he would have someone to enact his will to add the remaining humans into his hive…

 

Any fragments of the human Alister were overridden as his piston-like cock ejaculated a thick load of alien cream within his victim’s rectum. The simplicity of his purpose erased all human morality, resetting his mind into that of a King. It was his right to take his joy from the act of infection. And it would feel good for this host as well, as best he understood. His existence was superior, after all, and it was an honor for lesser beings to be brought into his hive. A directive that he would achieve with no regard for the cost. To make his colony grow, expand, and rule over his servants as their King, reveling in the pleasure of adding their minds to his command…

 

Feeling the warm, comfortable fluid in his bowels was enough to bring Eli as well, pushing him over the edge and into release. As placid as his body was, there was little energy left to resist as his mind fluttered and shut down. The pleasure flowing through his being was exquisite, however, and the look of rapture on Alister’s face before it fully converted gave him a sense of peace. Everything would be OK, the creature had his best interests at heart. Once he had awoken, Eli would do everything in his power to thank the alien for his gift of a new purpose…

 

Sensing his host had lost consciousness, Alister quickly worked to secrete resin over the remaining parts of his body. The host would not awake until the conversion was complete and he gained the strength to do so. But in the interim, it was best to keep him subdued in case he brought harm to himself in the process. The rebirth was a strenuous affair, as the King had come to understand. It was hard for him to believe he had been a lesser being not moments ago. Yet, it mattered little. He was a King now, and he would use the first of his servants to bring the other four life forms on board into the fold. It was only a matter of time…

 

******

 

Staring in horror at the hole in his lab floor, it took some moments for Jeremy to come to his senses. Whatever chemical it was had eaten through the metal and several levels of decks, though it had eventually stopped, not breaching the hull, thankfully. But given the corrosive nature of the substance, there was no telling how close they were to death. It had totally destroyed his equipment, and his desk, and had easily worked through the floor. Jeremy was sure the fumes might have been toxic, though it didn’t trigger any of the fire systems, much to his surprise. That might have been better, alerting the ship to the potential danger. 

 

It wasn’t blood, at least not any longer, in Jeremy’s opinion. Something with such a high PH would not be suitable for oxygen transport. He didn’t have the equipment or even the knowledge to analyze such a substance, though the notion it existed in a living creature was inconceivable. And yet before his equipment had been destroyed, something foreign and inhuman had altered the cells in his sample. It had not eradicated the sample itself but was rather what the sample had become. Such made no sense in the world as Jeremy understood it, yet when dealing with an alien life form, there was so much room for unknowns. And even if such would destroy a human body, he was certain that wouldn’t be the case for Alister. It was only a theory, though the fact the ship hadn’t been destroyed yet was a positive sign. 

 

Going to call the captain the moment the shock had worn off, Jeremy was shocked to discover the ship’s coms were shut down, and there was no way to get in touch with anyone. He wanted to go to the bridge himself, assuming at least Isoroku and Alexio were there, but there was little time. Making sure Alister was Ok was his first priority. There was no sign on the monitors to indicate he was still in his quarters, though, with coms out, he didn’t think the sensors could be trusted, either. All he took the time to do was to leave a note for Dan on his computer, take a med kit, and make his way to Alister’s quarters. 

 

As Jeremy made his way through the ship’s corridors, a certain sense of unease fell over him, not sure why but terrified all the same. Perhaps it was a facet of his love of horror films, but it seemed all too much like he was in one now. And headed to the lair of the monster, no doubt. Such thoughts were silly, despite what had happened to Alister’s blood sample. It was more likely he was dead or dying, and urgency was of the utmost importance. Not that he could do much for him if the substance had replaced his blood and killed him. Either way, Jeremy had to hurry, hoping there was something he could do and that he was not too late.

 

To his concern, the door was locked, and Jeremy’s standard access code was not enough to open it. Still, there was a medical access code to be used in emergencies that could override even the captain or security. There was every chance he might lose his license if it turned out to be benign. But such was the last thing on his mind as he entered it, bypassing the lock and opening the door. Despite being wholly unprepared for the horrors that lay within, Jeremy burst in, hoping he wasn’t too late.

 

The first thing that caught his attention was the stench, something organic and pungent that made him pause. Nothing on the ship could elicit such a smell, and looking around in the dim light, his eyes caught a glimpse of something oddly shiny. As the door closed behind him, Jeremy’s eyes settled on a mass of some sort of material against the wall, as well as the face of his crewmate. Eli was at least unconscious, if not deceased, and Jeremy went to him, not immediately aware of anything else in the room. The sight of his eyes fluttering open followed by a sputtering cough made Jeremy’s heart start once again. His friend was at least alive, though encased in some sort of biological substance. It was not the highly acidic fluid that had eaten through the hull, or it would have killed his crewmate outright. Eli was, for all visible signs, alive, though in a much-weakened state. 

 

Not wanting to touch the material without protection, Jeremy looked it over for any weakness. There seemed to be nothing he could do to make it budge, and Jeremy would have to reach the rest of the crew for help. Yet, without knowing what had happened to him, Jeremy was hesitant to leave him alone, especially if Eli’s state met his assumptions. Such was something creatures on Earth used to store prey for later. And of course that left the question of what had done this to him, as much as Jeremy felt he knew the answer. Something had changed within Alister, likely using his body as an incubator for its own development as he’d briefly seen on the slides. And that begged the question as to where it had gone…

 

Coughing once more, Eli raised his eyes, a look of terror in them that shook Jeremy to the core. “Run…get out while you can…” he managed to moan, and Jeremy felt his blood run cold at the words. It hadn’t occurred to him that whatever had become of Alister was still in the room, though a quick glance around didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. No body, no Alister, and no alien creature, the thing that Jeremy was most afraid of. And yet the look of fear in Eli’s eyes was enough that Jeremy couldn’t deny the very real truth he was in immediate danger just by staying here. And if he didn’t leave soon, then…

 

The sound of something stirring from the ceiling came all too late, and Jeremy was left to stare in stunned silence as he looked up at his fate. The being above had blended into the scenery, and not even the ship’s internal systems detected anything amiss. But it mattered little when the creature unfurled itself, landing on the floor between him and the door. And the nightmarish visage before him was enough for Jeremy to fall back, the stuff of his childhood horrors come to life. 

 

Naturally, Jeremy was unarmed, though he didn’t think the ship’s armaments could handle the hard carapace the creature seemed to possess. It was shiny and black, almost insectoid with a crest and chitinous armor covering its body. Yet, its form was rather humanoid, with two flexible arms and plantigrade feet. And no eyes…it still seemed to stare at him, a horrific visage that Jeremy could not tear his eyes away from. He stood there, hoping to all hope that the thing was not looking directly at him, that it couldn’t see him. That was likely not the case as Jeremy shook like a leaf at his literal nightmare come to life. He had to be dreaming, even with how visceral the room was, the smells, the sounds, and the presence of the alien being that should not exist anywhere but hell. Its deadly tail, vicious claws, and terrifying jaws could kill him, easily. And yet, the being saw it fit to stand there between him and the door, knowing it had him right where it wanted him and could deal with Jeremy at its leisure. 

 

Jeremy could not bring himself to move, to scream as the being stared down at him, 7ft tall with its massive crest touching the ceiling. He couldn’t tell what the creature was thinking, save for the series of high-pitched hissing coming from its drooling mouth. Unable to break his gaze from the thing, Jeremy’s eyes eventually lowered slightly, wishing he hadn’t. Something massive and elongated started to stretch from where the creature’s groin would be, assuming it possessed any male anatomy. All Jeremy could think of was that he was staring at a massive phallus, larger still than anything even a being this size should have been able to manage. And the implication of what it was to be used for left him frozen to the core, not wanting to be taken against his will. Still, if that was the worst thing to happen to him…what the hell was he thinking?!

 

The sound of Eli gagging drew Jeremy’s attention, even over the threat before him. Eli was coughing and sputtering, something thick and viscous leaking from his mouth. It looked more like the fluid that the alien life form had exuded, making Jeremy certain the creature had done something to him. Jeremy had no way to know, but there was a chance that he was ‘infected’ as much as Alister had been. And what happened to Alister? There was no body, no scent of death or decay in the room. Had the acid been used as a digestive enzyme? But there were no marks in the room to confirm such. Save for the torn rags of Alister’s clothing, something Jeremy had initially missed in the dim light of his quarters. Then, did that mean…?

 

Eli tried to struggle, to help Jeremy if he could in some way. But his body was held fast by the resin, and Alister was awake now, fully transitioned as much as Eli could perceive. There was nothing he could do in the face of such a creature, that had already been proven. And the moment that thought crossed his mind, Eli found it abhorrent. He would never do anything to hurt Alister, his…King? Was that the right word? Yet, the more he focused on it, the more that notion sat right with him. Alister, this being before him, was his King. And Eli, as his servant, would do whatever was required to serve, especially to protect and dominate and…fuck. Yes, the need to fuck in the service of his King was all-pervasive. As much as he wanted to struggle against the inclinations, they were simply too powerful for him to fully understand. 

 

Once more, Eli tried to call out, but a coughing fit caused him to stop as his tongue began to push out of his mouth. The ache started to grow more intense as his jaw jutted forward just slightly, pulling the skin taut and even tearing it in some places, exposing the muscle. A wave of terror shot through him as his tongue twitched uncontrolled, and Eli felt himself starting to drool, viscous fluid dripping onto the resin imprisoning him. As much as he tried to keep it still, it was growing too fast, and Eli’s efforts to cough and gag were for naught. Eventually, all the air seemed robbed from him, and Eli felt his lungs shut down, making him sure he would die. But as his chest stopped heaving, and he continued to drool, Eli no longer needed to cough or gag. Instead, his efforts served only to elicit a steady hiss, one that sounded frighteningly familiar.

 

All the while, his tongue continued to fatten, the former tube of his esophagus forced within and repurposed. Eli was immediately reminded of the eggs that had been injected into his throat, yet there was a part of him that knew such was not to be within his abilities. That was for the King, and his own purpose was to serve as his altered anatomy allowed. Still, the tube continued to work its way to the tip of his tongue, forming a slit that soon opened wide. It almost hurt to have serrated edges forming from the parting tissues, and Eli was somewhat aware his spittle was thickening, similar in consistency to the resin surrounding him. But as the skin formed its own firm layer of chitin, and the floor of his mouth retreated to allow a pharyngeal jaw to stay hidden when not in use, Eli could only feel his elation rising. His body was steadily heating up, likely changing in the same way Alister had been changed. And Eli welcomed it, as jarring as his mind should have found the prospect. His King wanted him to change and had gifted him with this powerful body in order to serve him better. And as much as he understood his prerogatives, he was to do the same to Jeremy, as well. He was sure his crewmate would receive the gift well, as he was coming to do. As would the rest of the crew once they were brought into the fold…

 

Jeremy was stunned by the sight of not the monster before him, but what was happening to Eli as well. He took no pride in the fact he was right, that the alien DNA had not corroded the cells but had changed them. As impossible as it was to transform one organism into another in such a way, there was no denying the truth before his eyes. Alister, as the initial vector, had to be the alien before him. And it seemed he had done the same to Eli as well, his friend cocooned to change until he could break free. Did they have any semblance of themselves left in their minds? And what did that mean for Jeremy? They would likely need to feed, a terrifying prospect. However, just as possible, they would want to continue to grow their number…

 

Before Jeremy could react, the creature rushed forward, gripping his shoulders with powerful claws. It seemed to force him up against the wall, though not painfully so. Still, the strength within the creature was unmatched by any human, and Jeremy could do little as its tongue started to ooze what looked like the same thick resin that entrapped Eli. In moments, it had coated his arms and chest, burning slightly against the skin and working away the fabric of his clothing. As Alister’s tongue worked in tandem with the resin oozing from his fingertips, Jeremy was left stuck there, not even trying to struggle lest he piss off the alien. He didn’t want to change, didn’t want to become one of them! But he didn’t want to die…he couldn’t leave Dan alone like that…

 

A painful pinch against his chest made Jeremy cry out reflexively, though the moment he did so was to be his doom. The creature’s mouth was on him in an instant, gripping his mouth open with a pair of claspers. The taste was disgusting, alien drool leaking into his mouth and making him want to throw up. But it was the sensation of the alien’s tongue invading that really caused him to panic. Jeremy couldn’t close his mouth, push it away with his own tongue, or do anything to fight back against his aggressor. Against his better inclinations, Jeremy knew he needed to stay still and accept whatever was to happen, to avoid the worst of the suffering.

 

As Alister’s seeking second mouth moved toward the back of Jeremy’s throat, a curious sensation played through him, centering in his loins. There was something about the act, be it the scent in the air, or the prospect of changing that seemed to sit well with him. The idea of taking on another form was not foreign to him, though such was strictly fantasy. But as the prospect loomed over him, there was a small part that wanted to willingly submit and experience things from that almost forgotten perspective. He had no choice in the matter, such was taken out of his hands as Alister’s tongue opened his mouth painfully wide. Would he remember himself and the experience? He wanted to remember, as horrific as it might be. And that desire was enough that, despite himself, Jeremy couldn’t deny his erection at the prospect to come. 

 

Not sure what it would entail, Jeremy would only hope for little pain and discomfort from the intrusion. His mouth was forced impossibly wide as the thick tongue moved toward the back of his throat, making him want to gag. It was all he had to resist as the organ started to wildly throb in anticipation. The sight of something pushing at the alien’s throat was daunting, far too large for its esophagus, and surely fatal to Jeremy. But as the tongue widened and slime started flowing down Jeremy’s throat, it was obvious what was intended for him. As disgusting as it was, part of him figured it was to coat his own throat and make the process painless. Or, at least, not as fatal as he feared. 

 

The force of the orbs being pumped through the alien’s second mouth was enough that Jeremy felt his jaw pop, the damage unlikely to be easily repaired. It mattered little, he figured, if Eli’s beginning changes were any indication. But it was nothing compared to the sensation of the first slimy egg exiting the alien’s tongue and being forced down Jeremy’s throat before he could taste it. They should have been too big for him to swallow, causing him to choke and die before he had the chance to change. Jeremy wasn’t in a position to gag, however, and the first egg was slimy enough to work its way down to his stomach, where it would sit. As much as he was able to think through the process, Jeremy had to conclude this was the manner in which Alister had been changed and had changed Eli in turn. It was something he would have wished to study, though all he would do was hope he retained enough of his humanity to recall how he underwent the same process!

 

As one egg and then the next was forced into his gullet, Jeremy found himself dizzy, hard to think beyond his own body. He could barely focus on Eli beyond him or the implication of the changes that were to come. The eggs felt heavy within his belly, and the more that were forced through his throat, the more placid Jeremy felt, barely able to resist. The only thing that persisted was his erection, partially from his own anticipation of the change and partially from the process itself. And that was where he focused his attention, wanting to get off and figuring no matter what would happen, the end release would be worth it. 

 

For his part, Eli also felt his head swimming, unable to think past the changes or what they were doing to him. He knew there was a part of him that should have been terrified, that what was happening to him was not natural. Yet, there was no denying the overwhelming urge to change, to work his way out of the casing and help his King. As strange as the inclinations were, they seemed to speak to a part of him deep under the surface, a truth that he could no longer deny. And while Alister’s form was so foreign, so alien, there was a certain beauty to it that excited Eli. It was not only turning him on but making him wish to possess a similar form himself!

 

It seemed Eli was to get his wish as his skin grew hot, muscle aching as it pulled apart and shifted. Eli could tell the skin had hardened, replaced by a compound that could otherwise not persist in a human form. The result made him much stronger, and with some effort he was able to push against his resin cocoon, causing some obvious cracks to form. As his arms became entirely coated in their black shell, he broke through his prison, nearly wobbling as he came to terms with his changing body. Eagerly, he began marveling at the intricacies that had taken over his former skin, ridges, and indents that molded his muscles into their permanent place. He was getting stronger, and the cracks of growth were playing all the way down to his fingers. Soon, Eli was sure he would be able to break free. Then, he could serve his King in the proper fashion, something that he was more than eager to experience… 

 

As much as it ached to have his fingers merging, forming two thickened talons with an additional thumb from a bone on the sides, Eli was eager for the change to take him. No fear persisted, and Eli was rather excited to be covered with this new polysaccharide compound. Something was hauntingly appealing about the alien form Alister possessed, and Eli longed to possess it himself. Eagerly, he flexed his merged digits, trying to work his arms to burst out of his cocoon. He was already committed to the cause of his King’s orders, even if that meant performing forward acts that would have been repugnant to human senses. He couldn’t speak any longer, especially as his human teeth started to loosen from his mouth and fall to the ground. Drool leaked from his maw as he hissed, feeling his tongue taste the air and raising his own lust beyond what he had ever known. 

 

Meanwhile, Alister seemed to have finished inseminating Jeremy, pulling out his tongue with a long congealing string of slime. Even though Jeremy was far too tired to resist, the alien’s tongue began oozing its resin to hold him to the walls. Powerful fingers made quick work of his clothing, leaving Jeremy to feel the irritation of the fluid against his skin as it quickly congealed. Still, Jeremy’s curiosity remained, wanting to know what would happen to him now that he was infected. He spared a glance for Eli, seeing the black flesh coating him as he struggled to escape his prison. The whole structural change was reminiscent of an insect colony, perhaps remaking the humans into drones of some sort. And regardless of the real consequences to his being, Jeremy couldn’t deny the arousal that came with the prospect of change. Given Eli’s own state, he couldn’t help but think it might be part of the process of becoming aroused. There was no denying the ache in his loins as he was bound from the waist up, his legs spread, and his balls and taint on display. And every chance the alien would take his pleasure from Jeremy’s prone state if the sight of his erection was any indication. 

 

Watching Alister’s cock coming to arousal filled Jeremy with equal parts dread and anticipation. He was gay, after all, and while he lacked experience for this kind of penetration, the idea of such was hardly repulsive. Despite the reality he was being taken against his will, it was harder for him to find any fault in what was happening, as though his mind was clouded. The scientific, rational parts of his brain meant so little in the moment of heat, after all. And the tension in his belly was such that being fucked might be the only relief that would settle things. A growing part of him wanted to take the alien’s phallus, to quell that ache and another that was blooming within his mind. He wanted to join them, wanted to feel the pleasures of transformation and sex. He wanted to belong to something greater than himself, and that budding instinct only became more insistent as his anus clenched and he looked at the pointed tip of the alien’s cock with desire. 

 

Regardless of how open and ready he found himself, the pain of being skewered was not entirely numbed as the being formerly known as Alister had his way with him. The slimy fluids leaking from the tip, while warm and offensive, did ease the entry somewhat. Still, Jeremy could feel the ache of every ridge and spike over the creature’s cock, so alien and foreign he wondered if it was even a cock, to begin with. It seemed the alien had more to give as several links pushed forward, opening up the poor man in a way that made him want to scream. No sound came out, as though his jaw had broken or his vocal cords were wounded from the forced insemination. It seemed Alister had it in mind to push his way into the hilt, ripping Jeremy’s intestines and leaking dangerous fluids within him. Yet, the pressure against his prostate was ever present, and the idea of what it would do to him turned him on like crazy. The orgasmic pleasure was more than enough to keep Jeremy lucid as he was forcibly fucked, the alien’s phallus breeding him like a piston. 

 

The sound of the resin cracking was the only thing that could distract from the pounding to his rectum as the other changing alien broke free. Eli was terrifying by this point, hairless as his eyes started to cloud over like the alien Alister had become. But it was the sight of his erection that truly scared Jeremy, still human though larger than it should have been. Opening his secondary jaw, viscous fluids dripped as he climbed on the back of the alien fucking Jeremy. Soon, his human cock was inches away from Jeremy’s face, and the intent was obvious. There was something rank about the fluids leaking from it, that same alien smell that came from Alister. Yet, the idea of being used in such a way to be changed held some appeal, and Jeremy braced himself for what was coming.

 

Eli was inclined to hesitate for a moment, as though waiting to witness his penis changing before forcing it into Jeremy’s gullet. As terrified as he was to be forced fucked by such a thing, Jeremy couldn’t help but stare with rapture at the monster erection that Eli was soon to possess. A sucking sound came before a slit seemed to open up underneath his bobbing erection, moving toward his relatively human ball sack. Eli was not worried even as nausea overcame him before they were pulled inside, leaving the hairless sack vacant and preparing to deflate. He had watched the same happening to Alister and wanted nothing more than to have his own semen changed to something alien and virile. Soon, there was little left between his perineum and cock, even that starting to pull within his loins. It would not last long, he knew, and he felt his lust rising to his apex, eager for what was to come. Even before it emerged once more, Eli could perceive what was happening within. Segments were working their way into his flaccid length, which would rapidly become engorged. 

 

While it was difficult to perceive, Eli wasn’t breathing anymore, and his heart was no longer beating. The aortic arches seemed to have blossomed off, some connecting with an internal fluid reservoir while others connected with the bases of protrusions along his back. Some sort of crystal fluid had made up his systems now, and while something else happened to his blood it burned areas of his body before they changed to keep up. He didn’t allow it to bother him, only eager that the base of his cock was steadily being pulled apart to form what had to be a dozen spring-loaded segments that he could barely resist the urge to use. At last, the segments began to fill with those new fluids, opening his slit with a wet sucking sound and leaving Eli to hiss his pleasure. All that remained of his human cock was the head as the reddened skin burned away for the black chitin that made up his body as a whole. And the sight of it was enough to make the human below him struggle, as much as such was futile. 

 

Staring at the state of his friend’s changing phallus, Jeremy could only gulp at the prospect of having to take it in his jaw. It already ached to the point he was sure he would suffer irreparable damage. Yet, he had no choice in the matter as Eli’s alien grip held his jaw in place while his surprisingly bipedal hips thrust forward. The still-human cock tip played over his lips before erupting into a thick, tapered end leaking pungent fluids. Jeremy could hardly gather enough saliva before it was thrust inside his mouth, Jeremy was unable to resist as it touched the back of his throat. Yet, the ache in his cock and prostate was such that it was hard not to welcome what was happening to him. As painful as it was to take both alien beings, the promise of pleasure from the changes was enough for him to muster the resolve to ride through it. Somehow, the resin holding him fast was numbing the pain of penetration, and if he was to transform, then any damage would be healed and he would be in the perfect shape to serve his…King? Where had that term come from? Yet, he could not deny the word sat perfectly with him, that the former Alister was his King, and that he was being birthed into his kingdom through this metamorphosis. 

 

Eventually, the thrusting in his ass grew so intense that Jeremy was sure he would cum. Jeremy’s altering mind fluttered between sanity and fantasy. The heat of the alien’s spunk burned into his bowels, the pressure against his prostate almost more than his senses could take. The King alien hissed in a wild tone, gradually lowering himself to allow his new drone to face fuck the poor man. Thankfully, he was not inclined to skewer him, Jeremy was likely a perfect vessel for a new drone as much as he hoped. It still felt powerfully uncomfortable to be taken in such a way, the King’s throbbing maleness blowing load after load of thick, slimy cream into his bowels. So much filled him that Jeremy could feel his guts bloating, belly bulging and some leaking from his abused pucker. It was almost orgasmic on its own, yet Jeremy had little in the way of reprieve as Eli’s changing cock prepared to face fuck him into oblivion.

 

The sight of Eli’s changing body was a prelude to his own changes, the new alien hissing as something started to poke from his spine. It seemed to pain him somewhat as its blunted edge erupted with a deadly-looking blade that matched the one possessed by their King. It should have been threatening, the steady pop of linkages allowing it amazing levels of articulation. Yet, there was some comfort in its development, given Jeremy would soon possess a weapon like that of his own. It was hard for him to think of anything more exciting, so long as he kept enough of his mind to properly revel in it. 

 

The wonderful ache of his spine extending into a tail was welcome as Eli prepared to unload his alien spunk into his crewmate’s mouth. As much as he should have been appalled by taking a man by force, the instincts were so powerful he could not resist if he tried. Beyond the sexual pleasure was the desire to change and become a drone for his King. He was the first, after all, and his King would be in need of his service. And nothing in his human experience could surpass the notion of serving this alien being, doing whatever was required of him, and knowing his place and purpose. The elated hisses from his King’s jaw did not carry words as he understood them, either. The sentiment was clear to him, however. He needed to fuck this new drone, implant his seed and accelerate these changes. The King needed more drones, and the fading part of his mind knew there were three more humans on board to convert. And perhaps best of all, with the sheer pleasure he felt from the act, he was sure this human would come to love the gift he would receive, just as much as Eli did. With the tension in his insides, Eli’s pleasure was washing over him as well, about to bask in his first of many alien orgasms. Nothing in his human experience could match what was coming!

 

Jeremy’s own self was being overwhelmed, even before the King’s influence started to work its way into his mind. The slick sucking of his cum-soaked anus was pleasant now, his insides numb to the intrusion. It was amazing the King alien had so much stamina, and Jeremy had lost track of the number of times he had creamed his asshole. Better yet, the one that had been Eli was prepared to unload down his throat as well. That taste of it was no longer offensive, and as Eli’s piston cock unleashed his load, Jeremy felt the warm fluid burning through him, easing the ache of his face fucking. With the intense pressure against his prostate, Jeremy’s own load could not be contained any longer, and his body quivered as much as it could within his cocoon. With some relief, thick splashes of human semen coated his groin and the alien member still fucking him. It had to be his entire human reservoir being unleashed at once, but Jeremy was barely able to focus on it, passing out and leaving a dripping mess. Only a fading thought remained, one eager to soon wake up and experience the changes firsthand himself. And, if they were as good as he’d hoped, to bring his love into the fold as well…

 

******

 

It had been some time since Dan had last heard from his boyfriend, and he was starting to become scared for Jeremy’s life. Finding the note left him shivering, and no matter what he tried to do, he couldn’t connect to the rest of the ship. It seemed as though the bridge was locked down, with no way to communicate with anyone there. It was possible everyone was there already, given that no one was answering his summons. But it was the fact that he couldn’t get through to Alister’s quarters that truly made him terrified. Jeremy hadn’t given him much in the way of an explanation, save for needing to attend to a medical emergency in relation to Alister’s exposure to the alien organism. But for the ship to be on lockdown as well…he could only hope he wasn’t too late. 

 

Without access to any weapons, he had little choice but to head to Alister’s quarters unarmed, hoping his love was there and OK. Such felt less and less likely, but in the end, without any backup, Dan simply didn’t know what else to do. He would never forgive himself if he was too late and Jeremy was dead, and even if that was the case, he had to know. While Jeremy had been vague about the crisis he was attending to, it had to be something urgent and alarming. Therefore, Dan braced himself, heading down the dimly lit hall like a participant in a horror film before the monster added him to its kill count. 

 

As the door to Alister’s quarters instantly opened and a sickly sweet smell left him stunned, Dan couldn’t help but assume the worst. There was nothing moving inside, though the sight of a wall covered with a solid organic material gave him cause to panic. However, a monstrous hiss caused him to stumble into the room, terrified by the sight of the towering creature behind him. It was naked, and sporting a rather disgusting-looking organ between his legs. The deadly tail swinging behind him did not escape his notice, either, but it was the mostly human face of Eli that was truly horrific. He was covered with oozing sweat, hair missing, and blackened, chitinous skin spreading like an infection. But it was his massive, broken jaw and the pharyngeal tongue sticking out between white serrated teeth that really set his blood to freeze. He had become something deadly, likely preparing to kill him as Dan found himself being pushed into the room, shivering in terror. 

 

Too late, Dan realized several sections of the resin were broken, and only one persisted, containing what he horrifically perceived as his deceased love. Yet, as though sensing his proximity, Jeremy’s eyes fluttered open, gasping and spitting out a disgusting-looking fluid. A strange fluid was leaking from his exposed anus as well, ass clenching as though it had been opened too wide from some foreign object. Dan was left to shudder, terrified that Jeremy was naked, clothes torn away on the floor with his anus exposed. The fear and confusion in his eyes were heartbreaking, though Dan couldn’t help but feel some immediate relief that his love was alive. Though perhaps not for long, given the massive form of Eli’s changing body barely down on him. 

 

With unnatural strength, Eli’s clawed hands suddenly grabbed Dan’s small frame and pushed him against the wall, leaving him trapped. The overwhelming sensation of something leaking from the alien’s hands left him uncomfortable. Looking down, it seemed he was being covered in the same amber resin that captured his lover. He went to scream as Eli’s tongue reached out, drooling down his neck and likely preparing him to be killed and eaten. But the alien’s pharyngeal jaw instead oozed more resin of its own, lapping it all over Dan’s neck and chest. Within moments, he was coated by the disgusting fluid, trapped against the wall, and sure the worst was yet to come. 

 

Camouflaged as he was, the sight of the larger creature evaded Dan’s gaze, at least at first. Yet, as the great monster unfurled itself from the ceiling, massive tail swaying and dome-shaped skull void of eyes somehow staring in his direction, Dan felt he had discovered the true meaning of fear. It was obviously the end result of what was becoming of Eli, making him wonder if it had been Alister. Either way, there was nothing left of the human in the creature, and Dan had no way to escape as it bore down on him, tongue snapping and drooling thick fluids over Dan’s face. Some of it dripped into his mouth, making Dan wish to vomit. Yet, he was even robbed of the ability to do that as the alien’s secondary tongue forced its way inside him, sealing his fate. 

 

For a brief second, Dan was sure it was intended to tear through the back of his skull, instantly killing him. Yet, it soon settled toward the back of his throat, staying still for a moment as though seeking something. A part of Dan wanted to bite down but he knew there was nothing he could do to dislodge it. He was forced to feel the viscous drool oozing down his throat, coating it in a thick layer and making it impossible to breathe. He was still somewhat able, albeit barely as the alien hesitated, its gullet beginning to pulsate as though preparing for something. Dan didn’t notice at first, the creature seemed to be hacking up something, a thick bulge forming in its throat as it prepared to vomit. As its tongue started to vibrate, the reality of his situation hit him in full force. No matter how much he tried to struggle, Dan’s body was totally immobilized by the resin as the alien prepared to inject its burden directly down his throat. A passing thought had Dan wondering if the same thing had been done to Eli and Jeremy before him, but it mattered little. There was nothing he could do to stop the first egg from being injected down his throat, another following in its heels. He was desperate to scream, though the force of it was too much, and Dan could only take it until he was inevitably infected as the rest. 

 

Yet, against his inclinations, a flush of arousal seemed to spur his cock, getting impossibly hard in his pants. Eli’s claws were soon there, ripping off his pants and shoes before hissing, evidently feeling his feet altering as he stomped them, getting used to his two-clawed plantigrade posture. Even with his penis against the cool air of the room, Dan didn’t feel his arousal being stifled. It was awkward as Alister pulled off him and he felt sick to his stomach, wishing to vomit up the eggs but unable. Yet, it did nothing to stem his arousal, Dan almost wished someone would come along and help him cum while his hands were restricted.

 

Looking over the prone form of his boyfriend, Dan couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. If Jeremy was free and fine, if there was a way to change them back, Jeremy would find it. He had absolute trust in his partner, especially with how good he was in…no, Dan couldn’t think about that now! He needed to find some way to escape, to resist the changes he was sure were coming. And he needed Jeremy’s help, Eli and Alister lost to the monsters they had become. His efforts to call out to him were for naught, his voice hoarse from the painful forced fucking. 

 

Yet, as though reading his mind, Jeremy’s eyes fluttered open, looking horrified to see that Dan, too, was entrapped. It made him struggle all the harder to try to free himself, but the ability to do so was well beyond human strength. And there was something else in his mind that made little sense, no matter how much he struggled with it. It was a deep-seated desire, something that went beyond even his love for his boyfriend, prioritizing everything else he could think about. And matter how much it figured it was the wrong time for it, Jeremy couldn’t help but feel his cock return to full mast.

 

Wanting to call out to his love, Jeremy instead found himself violently gagging. He wanted to speak, to tell Dan he loved him. Yet, the moment he did so, it seemed like his windpipe had altered, preventing him from doing so. He tried once more, though it seemed the air in his throat had gone, and a terrifying hiss escaped his lips instead. While not quite the same tone as the other aliens, it was clearly not human, a sign that he, too, was to change. And the prospect left him powerfully aroused beyond anything he had ever known…

 

Dooling profusely now, Jeremy could feel a pressure welling up in his tongue, forcing it to open, and he shifted his eyes down with a sense of terror. The throbbing muscle continued to drip drool, feeling more like what had been shoved down his throat. Yet, it felt natural, no longer carrying that sour taste that had bothered him prior. His tongue vibrated and expanded with the force of a new tube working itself through from the back. As gross as it should have been, the apex of his tongue opening felt like a satisfying yawn, and Jeremy let out a hiss, one that reverberated more naturally through his changed being. As the inner surface peppered with minute fangs, Jeremy could tell the muscles within were swelling, becoming spring-loaded, surely to be a deadly weapon. Yet, in the moment of change, Jeremy could only marvel at its development!

 

Jeremy had the benefit of Eli’s strength to break through his resin cocoon, his naked body unsteady on his legs. He could perceive the changes racing through him, preparing to tear at his muscles before they were properly infused with alien essence. Skin tightened around the bulging muscles, creating strange divots and patterns that darkened as the dermis tissue rapidly hardened toward shiny keratin. His arms, chest, and legs were all in the throes of change, leaving him to hiss from the discomfort. He was becoming something powerful, something more. And even the entrapped sight of his boyfriend could not dissuade the feelings of certainty that came in his moment of change. 

 

 Thoughts clouded with a powerful sense of arousal, Jeremy’s attention was once again on the powerful alien that had been his crewmate. Rather than fear, however, Jeremy could only regard the being with reverence. He was his leader now, his…King? Yes, that was it. He wanted to worship the creature, to do whatever was required of him. And it was obvious that his King needed him to change and fuck…

 

As much as he should have been afraid for his partner, part of his devolving mind was sure Dan would love it as much as he did. He was already preparing to change, after all, and Jeremy wanted nothing more than to have him join them as drones for the hive. Part of him knew it was his King’s prerogative to fuck his new charges. Yet, as erect as his still-human cock grew, not a word was needed from Alister for Jeremy to know he had permission. Lower half trapped as it was, Jeremy was able to move toward Dan with surprising speed. His familiar erection was on display, as was his pucker, almost pulsating with need. As much as Jeremy needed to fuck, he was sure Dan desired the same, and he was eager to breed, warping his mind and making him part of the hive. 

 

Gripping the smaller man tightly, Jeremy was a little shocked to feel two digits per hand merged together, the skin melding like wax. He was still able to flex them with human levels of articulation, and he tested them for a moment, growing accustomed to three digits per finger. Soon, a fourth as the bone underneath his palms started to extend, pressing out into the nub of a new digit. Sat at the upper part of his palms, the joints within popped into a configuration to give him another set of thumbs. His palms and digits continued to lengthen, darkening with chiton as the tips erupted with thick talons. Yet, he was gentle with his lover, holding him in place as he lined up his cock under Dan’s balls. 

 

A hiss of pleasure escaped his pharyngeal tongue as he pushed in, cock so turgid he met no resistance. Whatever process was used to change them seemed to numb the ache and relax Dan enough that Jeremy was able to hilt him before thrusting. Dan still let out a rather surprised grunt, being taken and fucked rather forcefully. There was some relief there as well, perhaps that it was Jeremy who was breeding him. Though with the sight of Eli and Alister’s imposing cocks, such was of small solace. Jeremy’s own penis was still human, for now, but with the way the black polysaccharide compound was spreading over his body, such was unlikely to be the case for long.

 

Eli was nearly finished with his own changes, hissing as he arched his back from the sensation of two tubule pairs bursting out along his back. It didn’t seem to hurt, though was rather discomforting as his tail whipped around, seeming to have grown to full length. All that remained of his humanity was his head, though it, too, looked alien with his jaw extended and his teeth razor sharp. Had he been human enough to appreciate it, the fact his arm hair lasted longer would have appealed to him. But it, too, was shed along with the hair on top of his head, leaving him bald as his cranium started to crack with its expected growth.

 

His eyes were quickly clouded over as a sheen of black carapace worked its way toward the rounded, altering growth of his skull. Eli felt his hands reach to grasp it, though not in pain. It seemed as though a fleeting part of his humanity longed to prolong the change and remember what it felt to be human. Alien palms could still feel, though were more sensitive to temperature, realizing that mammalian heat was no longer coming off his body. Instead, his shiny dome continued to protrude backward, ridges forming along the sides and undersides though not nearly as ornate as those of his King. 

 

Cracks and pops forced his mouth out further, lips darkening and becoming quite flexible as they curled around his distended jaw. Drool dripped freely, hitting the floor with some spatter as he flexed his growing chin and jaw. Ears were gone at this point, though the canals that spanned the length of his jaw directed sound and gave him a much wider auditory range. While he had no obvious nasal passages, not requiring breath any longer, parts of his facial anatomy seemed attuned to pheromones. Lust was above all else, but the essence of his King and future hive mates were committed to memory as well. 

 

Yet, of all the changes, the one that had scared him most was the loss of his eyes, something that Alister’s monstrous visage used to great effect. While they had been clouded over by his long carapace, the alterations underneath provided a different story. His range of vision had shifted along the spectrum, and though less beautiful than he was used to, his new range was far more effective. The alien he was becoming understood things like heat trials, pheromone tracks, and other signs better suited to ascertain his surroundings. All locked behind a horrifying visage, one intimidating enough to scare potential prey so that his new being would be free to act unhindered. 

 

Chirring from the influx of alien thoughts, Eli moved toward Alister, who lowered his lips toward his drone’s own. Hardly romantic, it was rather a facet of their bond for the King to sexually pleasure his hive mates and assure their obedience. With their bipedal forms, such make-out sessions were functionally human, albeit with warped bodies. Still, an alien hand reached down to finger Eli’s slit a little, causing it to drip its fluids to the floor with a low hiss. Eli was in pure bliss, perceiving his new alien cock swelling as the tip and segments slowly slid out toward his King.

 

Alister, or the King he had become, was pleased to see that his first servant had been brought fully into the fold. He made a handsome drone, this King’s first, and he wanted desperately to fuck him into form. Such was an important act to further bond his drones through pleasure, allowing elements of their human minds to persist for the hive’s benefit. His own cock gradually slid out, and the pair frotted together, leaking acidic fluids as their members danced. Each pointed cock tip teased the edges of the other’s slit, hisses of ecstasy resonating through the room as the pair reveled in their new bodies. 

 

Seeing what had happened to Eli and what was still happening to Jeremy, Dan felt himself struggle and fail, wanting desperately to escape from here. He didn’t want it to happen like this, to be taken and infected and changed. If only he was able to wake up in his quarters, arms wrapped around his love. Yet, his reality was that of a nightmare, and all he could do was hope that Jeremy was gentle. Even more than that, he desperately wished regardless of what happened, they would remain together. So long as they did, even losing himself for a powerful alien body was not too small a price to pay…

 

A part of Jeremy was able to hold back, at least to a degree as he fucked his lover. He was desperate for relief, unable to think about anything other than getting off in his boyfriend’s tight anus. Skin tightened over his chest before turning into alien chitin, and Jeremy’s focus drifted between the changes to his body and his desire for sex. Part of his lust was for the changes themselves, taking it out on his lover. Yet, his King’s prerogative was just as much a part of his drives as well, eager to add one more to the hive. Jeremy could think of no better fate for his love than to join him, even if he was just now discovering all the joy that entailed. 

 

Feeling a pulling within his cock, Jeremy was a little alarmed when it exited Dan’s abused asshole, leaking sticky fluids as it did so. With a slit opening from his underside, Jeremy watched with some fascination as his cock retreated within him. Removing his alien fingers from Dan’s shoulders, he carefully fingered his slit, testicles soon to join them. He could still perceive his member inside of him, segments popping within his flaccid length as its composition altered entirely. Cock tip pointed, his insides continued to ooze alien fluids from his elastic slit. And with the prospect of his lover’s anus to breed, it would only take moments from the time it erupted fully changed to take what he wanted. It might hurt him at first, but as Jeremy knew, it would be amazing once the changes came over him, as well. 

 

Dan, for his part, almost wished to moan and beg his lover to put it back in him. It was far too large for him, the alien phallus likely speared him. But even over his terror, Dan’s muddied thoughts and aching body craved the contact. That small fragment within him that knew he should resist was overridden, replaced with the desire to be fucked and used for his lover’s pleasure. Surely if he gave in, things would feel better, and at least they would be together. As much as he didn’t want to change, Dan couldn’t deny his need to simply let it happen!

 

Either way, Jeremy was not to be denied as his alien penis soon erupted from his slit with an excited hiss. The spear-shaped head was easily able to penetrate him, and Jeremy pushed in with force, its segmented length filling him up. Dan went to cry out, the size too much for his insides. Yet, there was nothing he could do about it, held fast and forced to stare into Jeremy’s face. Sticky fluids dripped freely as his jaw opened, teeth lining his new jaw as Jeremy hissed and thrust forward with fervor. Soon, there was a pointed bulge in Dan’s belly, a sign he might be pierced from within. Yet, Dan could do nothing to struggle against his fate, feeling himself being filled and fucked. Even under the agony of violation, there was a semblance of expectation, hoping he would come out on the other side better for it. 

 

As his elongated crest took its proper position, Eli got down on all fours, overwhelmed with sensation. Nothing human persisted in his mind, save for the words to understand his King’s orders. He was to help work these two into the hive as his King’s new drones, and it was his pleasure to do so. As best he could with his hive mate embedded in Dan’s bowels, Eli started rubbing his own erection over whatever bare human skin he could find. Dan hissed as the fluid burned his skin, almost acidic against his dermis. Yet, that ache soon changed as Dan felt his skin cooling, unable to hold heat as his humanity was accustomed to. It was intimate in a way, not only having Jeremy inside of him but being made into one of the hive. And as much as it terrified him, Dan couldn’t fight the budding notions in his psyche that excited him for what was coming.

 

Jeremy was changing all the while, feeling his spine stretched as his chest and belly grew lean with muscle. Had he been in more of a human state of mind, he might have cherished the loss of his human fat for lean alien bulk, his chest pulling tight as the black chitin erased any human form and definition. He could perceive his insides altering, no longer needing to breathe, to sweat, or to pump fluids through his body. That was OK, however, as his torso stretched and added inches to his height. He had to adjust himself several times in Dan’s bowels, but he was determined, and despite the pain he was likely undergoing, Jeremy was sure that within moments, Dan would come to love it as well. 

 

As Jeremy’s alien phallus fucked his lover, the sight of a belly bulge on Dan’s smaller frame gave him a momentary concern. Surely, the human body was not designed to take such a thing, and it was likely causing permanent damage. Yet, Jeremy could not bring himself to stop, so close to cumming and bringing Dan into a hive. The transformation would repair the damage, he was certain, the ends justifying the means. Whatever fluid his cock was excreting seemed to carry with it some numbing agent as well, Dan only able to groan and squirm from the pleasure. All Jeremy had to do was regard his King’s vacant stare to witness a semblance of satisfaction, though more importantly, felt it resonating in his mind.

 

As much as he desired the change, it was not entirely kind, causing a surge of pain through his spine as he bent over. A bony protrusion inched out fully formed as its tip pierced the surface of his still human back. Ridges and divots ran the length of his longer back as spines erupted from between his shoulder blades, causing him to hiss in irritation. Still, he welcomed it, gripping Dan tightly for support. His first alien orgasm began to overtake him, and Jeremy held on, unloading his burden onto his boyfriend-turned-hive mate. As embedded in his bowels as Jeremy had become, he was still surprised to see it filling Dan up, almost bulging his belly from the sheer quantity he had ejaculated. It was warm and viscous, and settling into his lover’s human anatomy, sure to accelerate the changes. And in the moment of lust, Jeremy could think of nothing he desired more!

 

Despite the pain and bloating that came with it, Dan was filled with a budding sense of elation. It was more than the simple fact he was changing and his instincts were gradually morphing to match his new state of being. Rather, it pleased him that his lover was bringing Dan into the fold, the epitome of perfection. His waning humanity had little to fear if Jeremy was here with him, and he allowed the fluid to fill him, changing him as it moved to fuse with the eggs in his gullet. 

 

Lost in the orgasm sensations, Dan barely noticed their King encroaching upon them, appearing pleased with what his machinations had wrought. His own cock was waving there, almost as dangerous looking as his massive tail. Dan felt a brief moment of hesitation at the prospect of taking such a thing within him. Yet, even through the agony, a part of him was eager to please his King and lover in any way they saw fit. He even extended his tongue out to taste the tip, the fluids stinging his sensitive muscle but hardly able to deter his desire. He was rock hard with the way he had been abused, his changes were only moments away. 

 

Jeremy, too, was eager to complete the process, his penis hardly stifled by a single orgasm. As much cum as he had ejaculated into his lover’s bulging guts, it seemed his testicles had more to give. Firmly gripping Dan’s arms once more, Jeremy could feel specialized glands oozing more resin, though it was a reflexive action. He was sure Dan would no longer resist at this point, wanting it as much as he did. Jeremy hissed, once more fucking his lover’s cum-filled ass as his tail pushed out further. It was surprisingly pleasant, feeling his own cum squelching against his cock as he fucked his lover, working the changes over his own body. Cracks and pops rang from his spine as Jeremy experimented with its flexible length. A small fragment of his being was elated to experience something he had only once dreamed of, growing his own tail. The mere notion was almost more arousing than his form’s new sexuality, and Jeremy was eager to fuck away his humanity, using Dan as his cock sleeve. 

 

Dan went to call out as Alister’s cock suddenly shoved its way inside his mouth, longer than the tongue had been and even thicker. While the King was forceful in his intrusion, Dan’s face already sore from the previous intrusion the pointed tip was still enough for him to gag. It seemed the King was just careful enough to prevent his untimely death, though only just, taking his pleasure from the prone man. Leaking copious precum now, Dan felt the bitter, acidic fluid flowing down his esophagus, somewhat thankful that slimy ooze still coated it. Otherwise, it would likely burn through the lining, though part of him was sure that would not be an issue soon. 

 

Even Eli was getting in on the action, reaching down to finger his oozing slit before his segmented penis once more worked its way from the opening. Struggling with its sheer size, Eli was forced to use both his clawed hands to jerk off. Flexible fingers were able to work into the segments in such a way as to make him nut. Eli was quick to blow his load, coating Dan’s face and chest with the sticky goo. It stung, though, but would hardly be an issue as soon as his own skin became covered with black chitin. 

 

Yet, the sensation was not enough to distract from feeling Jeremy creaming his asshole once more, Dan even leaning back into it. He wanted it more than anything, even as his belly was further bloated beyond what he was able to physically handle. His rectal clamps were determined to hold onto the alien phallus within him, keeping his lover hard. The sight of Jeremy’s face darkening, hair falling out and face cracking forward was not enough to deter him from his pleasure, something that had been steadily growing to a conclusion. While it should have been impossible for him to take any satisfaction in the act, there was no denying his need to blow. The pressure on his prostate soon reached the breaking point, and he, too, nutted over the resin covering his lower half. 

 

All the while, Alister was continuing to face fuck him, and much to his surprise, Dan found the flavor growing on him. Even through the pain of being abused, there was something about the process that left him elated for what was to come. He was likely through the worst of it already, and even as Alister came down his throat, he found himself wanting more. Strangely, though his esophagus was fully clogged, it seemed Dan no longer needed to breathe and was thankful for the changes necessary to keep him alive. As glops of sticky jism were forced down his throat, Dan could feel it bulging, almost as large as it had when Alister had face fucked him full of transformative eggs. As it did so, Dan could feel himself shuddering from the onset of changes. It wouldn’t be long now…

 

With a sense of satisfaction, the King regarded his new subjects, proud to have added to his hive. Yet, he was not quite finished yet, as distant human memories informed him of their current situation. There were two more humans on the ship, something he could detect from their pheromones as well as memory. They had passed through the hall beyond within the past few hours, fragments of heat trails easily distinguishable from one another. And with some careful plotting, he would be able to entrap them for his infestation, increasing their numbers and controlling the ship. 

 

Still, it was the King’s prerogative to watch his remaining subjects fuck and change for now, perhaps physically claiming their bodies as his own. He would send his first drone to seek out new recruits, one drone more than enough for the task. Able to draw on human memories, Alister moved to the console, releasing his lock on the ship’s security systems. At least enough that the bulkheads could be accessed all the way to the bridge. Somehow, he knew their bodies would no longer register on heat sensors. All his first drone needed was a path to the bridge, clinging to the ceiling like a crawling nightmare, undetectable until it was time to strike…

 

Finally, Jeremy pulled out of Dan’s asshole, globs of sticky semen falling in his wake and filling the air with a pungent stench. He was primed to grasp his head as Eil had done prior, the final changes to his visage the most difficult. Already, his hair was falling out, the back of his skull cracking as it began its upward journey, brain in tow. Dan wanted to go to him, to comfort him in this time of pain. Luckily, the King was there to help, breaking through the resin with surprising strength. It was clear Dan was part of the fold by now, and it was time for him to be free and change. With the pressure in his tongue and the reflexive gagging, Dan was sure he was about to develop his pharyngeal jaw any moment!

 

Before that happened, however, he quickly moved to kiss his lover’s alien lips, not caring how thick the saliva was or how strange the texture had become. In response, Jeremy could feel his face being forced further out, cracking as his teeth grew pointed and more sticky drool fell from his lips. His jaw was massive, hinges forming stretching behind and allowing him to open it impossibly wide. His own eyes went foggy for a moment, something that left him concerned before a dome moved to cover it. Somehow, the reflection of his eyes through the shield gave him far greater visual acuity than anything his humanity could manage. He now looked at the world through several lenses, able to discern the heat trails and markers that distinguished prey from hive mates. But most of all he could see his lover quivering, tongue parting in the center as a wild hiss escaped his lips. He was changing perhaps faster than the rest of them, having been willingly infused with so much cum. And even as Jeremy’s mind started to fade into the alien he longed to be, his love for Dan was enough to give him a special welcome in the hive.

 

While the sensation of his tongue changing should have made the man scream, a calm had descended over Dan’s mind. Thoughts of escape and normality were overridden with excitement, anticipation, and servitude. He had been chosen by the King, as had his lover, and nothing he could think of could give him greater pleasure. The pain in his body was largely removed, partially from the euphoria of this new purpose and partially from the budding alien inclinations within his mind. To be taken and changed…another drone for the King’s hive…it was happening…and then he would be complete…

 

The two of them moved to make out, their pharyngeal tongues rubbing against each other as Jeremy’s skull continued to crack backward. New Divots and ridges ran along the sides and enhanced his senses beyond human understanding. Still, his focus was elsewhere, finding it was powerfully sexual to rub their tongues against each other. Jeremy did his best to hold Dan stable as he shook from change, muscle bulking up and hard black chitin coating his arms and chest. Fingers cracked as they lengthened and two on each hand stuck together. Dan paused their makeout to rub himself with alien claws as more skin was hardened into chitin. His muscle mass was bulking up all the while, though Dan maintained his lip lock on his lover. Soon, he experienced his own jaw quivering, extending to match what he saw as the handsome visage of his partner. 

 

Lost in the exquisite sensation, Dan was shocked when his erection ejaculated the last of his human sperm, hissing his ecstasy. Soon, his penis and testicles were drawn within, leaving an oozing slit as Dan’s exclamations turned into panic. The alien Jeremy was becoming was eager to finger it, sending shivers through his being. Jeremy’s own mind was starting to fade, sense of self was no longer needed for the being he was becoming. And that creature was largely one of lust as he moved his massive cock to slit fuck Dan’s genitals. The sensation was almost more than he could bear, Dan hissing and bending over as his own spine started to extend and his tail began to take shape. 

 

Yet, the force within Dan’s groin could not be contained for long, and his altering cock began lancing against Jeremy’s own. Slowly, Jeremy pulled out, fluids glistening as Dan’s maleness began segmentating and pulsating out. The slit fucking had been sublime, though there was no longer room for such with the force of Dan’s cock coming to erection. Without thinking, the alien creature who was once Jeremy pounced on Dan’s back, pushing his writhing tail out of the way as he sought Dan’s abused pucker. Lost in the sensations of change, Dan could only writhe in bliss, hissing and moaning as he rubbed his new alien dick with clawed hands. While it was getting harder for him to think, it mattered little, a growing part of him desired to be fucked into form. And made to be the perfect hive mate for his King and his love…

 

****

 

The hours passed slowly by as the captain and navigator made all their necessary system checks before they turned in for the night. As unlikely as it was for them to leave the next day, Isoroko still felt the need to confirm their trip home. While the computer would make most data checks of stellar phenomena that might impede their flight, his job was to sift through the data to ensure nothing was amiss. And he figured it best to do so sooner rather than later. If they had to head back planet side in the morning…he didn’t want to think what might have happened if they didn’t bring Alister back when they did.

 

The captain, for his part, didn’t need to be on the bridge. Yet, hours had been spent in his ready room, in communication with company officials on Earth. Much to his chagrin, Isoroko could hear him yelling through the bulkheads, though he couldn’t make out the words. The normally composed man was furious, and Isoroko was scared to ask about it when he finally came back, sitting at his station and twitching as though desperate for a smoke or a drink. Having quit both in recent months, Isoroko could sympathize. 

 

“Can I get you something from the galley?” Isoroko finally dared to ask. 

 

“No, no. That’s fine. I’m going to turn it in. Enough is enough,” he muttered, getting up to leave the bridge. Yet, pressing the pad, he was rather surprised to hear the ding of the computer denying him exit. Trying again and met with the same sound, the captain looked at his navigator, a frustrated furrow forming on his brow.

 

“What the hell? I didn’t authorize a bridge lockdown. What the hell is going on?” He demanded, and Isoroku frantically brought up the monitors, trying to determine if the door was simply malfunctioning. Yet, the reality of their situation soon appeared much more dire. 

 

“Sir, there’s some sort of lockdown in place. Localized, but functionally separating us from the rest of the ship. When did…?” Isoroko muttered, frantically checking the logs for some sign of what had happened. 

 

“The hell?” The captain proclaimed, storming over to confirm what should have been impossible. 

 

“It’s Alister’s code, sir. He’d be the only one able to put the ship on lockdown like this. The lights are out all over, and I can’t get them back but…No, wait, it’s back up. Just now. He must have imputed his access code again, sir.” Irosoko said calmly, and Alexio went to the coms, trying to get in contact with the medical bay, engineering, or even Alister’s quarters. Yet, his frequent hails went unanswered, a chill running down his spine. Either they were incapacitated, or something worse had been happening on the ship while the captain remained ignorant. 

 

“It’s only a partial restoration of power. Just the bulkheads and…access to the bridge, sir,” Irosoko said, letting that last part trail off. The implication was not lost on them, as though a path had been made to the bridge for something to stalk them…

 

“Can you access any of the footage?” The captain asked, and Irosoku went to work, scanning the ship. While they couldn’t detect any heat, scanning the cameras might give them an idea of what to expect before venturing into the unknown of the rest of the ship. 

 

“I don’t think…no, wait, there’s a live feed from one of the hallways. I think I can see something moving…OH FUCK WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?” He roared out, jumping back in his seat. 

 

Without a word, the captain got up, freezing the frame and bringing up the image of a nightmare. With no eyes, a deadly tail, and the ability to crawl on the ceiling like an insect, nothing they had ever seen could match what horror that was obviously on the screen. Even without having seen the alien creature on the planet, there was no way in hell they had missed seeing that hitching a ride on the ship! And yet, there it was, plain as day. The way it was moving almost seemed like it was hunting for something. And without any other eyes in it, he could only assume the worst.

 

“Can you scan the ship for it?” The captain requested, oddly calmly. It was more akin to being in shock, though in truth he was reflexively falling back on military habits.

 

“No, there’s still no heat signatures. Not even in crew quarters. Either the systems are malfunctioning, or…” Isoruko let that thought hang. It was hard to tell for sure, of course, but the demonic visage was not designed for peaceful interactions. Had Alister been implanted with such a creature before being returned to the ship? How had it evaded Jeremy’s detection? And were they now the only ones alive on the ship?

 

The sound of something crashing against the door caused both to shake, as though a powerful force was trying to penetrate the bulkhead. “Fuck, fuck fuck!” Isoroko lept up, Captain Russell running toward the door to enable the manual lock. There was no way such a creature would know how to break in, yet, within moments, the hiss of the door lock disengaging entered his ears. It was only after years of practicing calm under fire that his fingers effectively typed in the lock-out code, overriding the monster’s evident ability to break in. It was of little reprieve, however, given the sound of it still thrashing out there. It was clearly determined, and worse, perhaps, frighteningly smart. 

 

“Captain, the fuck’s it doing?!” Isoroko called out, and Alexio turned around in time to see the outer camera trained on the creature, revealing its horrifying profile. It was 7 ft tall, though with the deadly, swishing tail nearly the length of his height. Its long, smooth cranium betrayed no semblance of eyes, giving it a hellish visage that would not soon leave his mind’s eyes. Worse, perhaps was that the creature’s tail moved with surprising precision, nicking the skin above its arm. It was enough to leave a wound, though the fluid that leaked from it was hardly blood. As the creature deliberately lowered its wrist, the hiss of the chemical compound against the door made both of them stare transfixed. It was eating through the material like some sort of acid…and if it added any more, it might burn through to the bridge!

 

“Flush it out into space!” Captain Russel yelled though Isoroko paused for a moment, not sure what he meant. There was a pressure lock outside the bridge, but doing so would endanger them as well, especially if the creature continued to bleed. Yet, with the alternative being to allow it in…

 

While it took Isoroko a few moments to move, the next crash against the door was enough to spur him into action. It was a race against the clock, the computer requiring a set of command codes from two officers to allow it. It was all they could do to put the sound of its alien hiss from their minds before the more familiar hiss of the airlock caught their ears. Looking at the creature from the monitor, it somehow felt like they were in competition, both knowing they were fighting for their lives. And both parties were neck and neck, desperate for their survival…

 

The alarm klaxon soon rang in their ears, though was barely able to drown out the alien hiss as both men looked to the monitors, having done all they could. It seemed the alien was in the process of injuring itself once more before the vacuum of space sucked it out, its hiss no longer resonating as it disappeared from the screen. Both stared at the scene for long seconds, wanting with bated breath to make sure the creature was gone. While they had no eye on the hull, they had to assume it was dead, floating away into the cold of space. They couldn’t keep the outer door open forever, of course, but given the versatility of the thing, there was every chance it was still clinging on for dear life. Yet, as the minutes ticked past and the pressure on the ship grew toward the critical junction, he had no choice but to close the door. By then he was certain no creature, not even an alien one, could survive the vacuum of space. 

 

Of first priority, the captain moved to his quarters for a moment before returning with a pair of stiff drinks. With that, the two men sat there in silence while they waited for the cabin pressure to return. Neither could bring themselves to check the monitors, either to see if any more of those creatures persisted. It was the stuff of nightmares, and even the warmth of the alcohol could do little to bring them into the present. Yet, it was all they could do at the moment, unable to come to terms with what they had witnessed, and more likely, what had killed the rest of their crew. It wasn’t an appealing prospect to find the rest of their friends impaled through the head with that horrifying tongue, but they still needed to check eventually. And Captain Russel wanted pictures, video, DNA, and any other evidence he could shove up the company’s ass at the mere notion it was a good idea to bring an alien organism on board, let alone back to Earth. 

 

Slowly, the pair moved through the corridors, the beams from their weapons the only illumination save for the emergency lights. To their dismay, there was still no way to bypass the security lockdown, save to head to engineering and disable it manually. Why Alister had done so, they had no way to say, and each scenario seemed more unlikely than the rest. Be it the alien was controlling him, or he had done so to prevent the alien from getting in, or, strangest of all, if he now was somehow the alien…

 

Perhaps most inconvenient was the current unregulated atmosphere in the ship, warm and leaving them both to sweat as they moved through darkened halls. There was a thick miasma in the air, the heat from their systems flooding the ship. Yet, they kept silent, listening for any sound, any hint of movement that might denote the presence of another of those creatures. Or perhaps one of their crew members, but neither were holding their breath on that front. It went unspoken for now, though it was not the first time either had lost someone in the middle of a mission. And for now, they would keep a professional mindset until the situation was under control. 

 

What felt like eons later, the pair had reached Alister’s quarters, the logical first place to start. Engineering was at the other end of the ship, and it was likely Alister had used his own panel to enact a security lockdown. It was a calculated risk, to be sure, but the two of them were armed. For all that might do against one of the creatures. Yet, with everything falling down around him, the Captain had only his best judgment to move forward with the plan. Even if it was impossible for him to avoid the fate awaiting them…

 

To their surprise, the door to Alister’s quarters was open, and a sickly sweet scent hung in the air, one that defied the sterile mechanical odors of the ship. Taking point, Captain Russel moved forward, shining his light into the room and revealing a glistening, amber-like substance lining the inner wall. Isoroku wanted to ask what it was, but kept silent, not wanting to alert any potential threats. And with every precaution, they moved into their crewman’s quarters, to witness what had happened within. 

 

What they could never have anticipated was the tenacity of the alien creature, and what such an unknown physiology was capable of. Such as not needing to breathe, or being largely uncompromised by even the cold of the vacuum of space. Its powerful body able to grip the sides of the ship while waiting for decompression. Unable to be detected by heat sensors. Aware of its presence on camera and possessing the ability to compress itself against a ceiling until the threat had passed. And then to follow its victims silently, waiting for their guard to be entirely in the room before them, with no regard for a threat from behind. 

 

The sound of a hiss behind them was all Isoroku was able to register before the alien’s claws were upon him, lifting him up and to the ceiling before being knocked unconscious. The speed of the assault was such that he had no chance to scream, let alone raise his weapon before he was rendered incapacitated. All Captain Russel could do was turn in time to see his navigator being pulled to the ceiling, raising his own weapon in a vain attempt to protect them. And he remained largely ignorant of the large alien being behind him, powerful claws grabbing him before a powerful blow to the back of his skull left him unconscious, too, and helpless against the alien’s whims…

 

It was some time later when the captain woke, a strange musty smell making him wrinkle his nose. Trying to move, he found himself trapped, as though encased in some sort of cocoon. And, much to his shame, he was entirely naked, genitals and anus exposed rather intentionally. It slowly dawned on him that their target had not been naturalized, and had ambushed them. It mattered little, in the end. One was enough to beat them, and if there were more…they were hopelessly outmatched, subject to the alien’s whims without even having an idea of what they were dealing with. 

 

Eyes scanning the room, his gaze fell on Isoroko’s unconscious, cocooned form for only a moment before the rest of the horrific scene drew his attention. In the middle of the floor were two of the creatures, engaged in carnal acts the likes of which he could scarcely comprehend. Worse, however, was while he could tell that one of the beings was the same size and shape as the one who had attacked them, the other was clearly their engineer, being fucked while hissing with an alien cadence. And as he watched, more demonic black skin continued to play over his body, his belly firming up and spines erupting from his back. It seemed to bother him for only a moment, the creature reveling in the changes as he was mated.

 

Being taken from behind by the fully alien creature, the one transforming from their former engineer was in the process of reaching down to his groin, where a glistening, moist slit sat, something peaking from within. The thing that had been Dan reached in curiously, hissing in delight as he did so. What emerged was hardly in the shape of any penis they had seen in the natural world. It seemed to be extended from multiple segments, each fueled with some internal fluid that allowed it to swing from his loins. Surely, with the way the creatures had been fucking, the same sort of penis was lodged in Dan’s bowels at the moment. The sight of it was intimidating, disgusting, and impossible for him to fully comprehend.

 

Soon, both of the creature’s clawed hands were rubbing against his rod, in an effort to get off or perhaps ebb the pain from the fucking or change. The being’s alien cock was pulsating, segments clicking together as it masturbated furiously. Fluids leaking from the tip, the alien opened its mouth wide, a bizarre, second mouth opening with sticky saliva as it hissed its lust. With a crack of its spine pushing out, the creature shook violently, and with that shot several wads of rank, acidic cum in the direction of the men. The force of it was shocking, getting them before the Captain could call out his disgust. It burned, and stank beyond what his senses could handle. And it was hardly the only source of the smell, hanging in the air and clinging cloyingly to his skin. 

 

No amount of repulsion could break him from his prison, and both were functionally helpless as the other being in the room encroached upon them. It emerged from the dark, standing much taller than the others, its crest hitting the ceiling. It appeared more like a crown of sorts with its ornate ridges, whereas Dan’s own developing crest was smooth. There was no doubt it had been the progenitor, perhaps birthed from Alister himself, though he had a way to confirm that. It stood there, eyeless face gazing in their direction, as though studying them. While it could easily kill them, it seemed just as likely it possessed the ability to change human beings into one of its own kind. Either way, as its jaw opened, secondary jaws worked from the sides as it sported that deadly tongue, it was obvious their lives as they knew them were over. 

 

With blinding speed, the alien was upon Isoroko, their navigator walking with a startled cry. Taking the momentary gasp to force its tongue into the navigator’s mouth, the creature’s jaws opened, clasping tightly on either to hold him in place. The force of it should have killed him, bursting through the back of his head with a shower of blood. Yet, the creature had other aspirations for him, tongue moving in and out in rapid succession. It was obvious Isoroko could do nothing to fight back, essentially being face fucked while held in place. All Captain Russel could do was stare in terror, unable to even cry out as Isoroko was taken and used. Perhaps worse was when the creature’s throat started to bulge, as though it was vomiting up some sort of spherical object. There was no doubt they were designed to be injected into his navigator’s throat, for whatever bizarre purpose that entailed. 

 

Yet, the longer he stared, the more a strange feeling slowly crept over him. Be it a pheromone in the air, or something disgusting within his psyche he would have never entertained, Alexio felt a stirring in his loins, his cock coming to erection against his will. He couldn’t have been turned on by this, especially as more and more eggs were pushed into Isoroko’s gullet. Yet, he was leaking all the while, wondering what it would be like to feel the same. He had to look, and much to his shock and terror, the other man was also erect, cock leaking and staining to be touched, despite his inability to do so.

 

Lost in the strangely erotic sight, Alexio felt himself shiver and then grunt in pain as a pointed cock tip forced itself into his bowels, opening him up in a way that defied his heterosexuality. Having never taken something inside him, let alone something so girthy, Alexio could only cry out his agony. It was the other creature fucking him, the one from the bridge, as best he could tell. And even if his body was relaxed and aroused, there was no denying how much it hurt him. Hell, Alexio was almost able to see the bugle of it in his guts as he was taken and fucked. 

 

It was everything the Captain had to ride through such a rough breeding. Eyes closed, every part of his being wished to place himself a thousand miles from here, to imagine being in any other scenario. The pain of being fucked and the repercussions of such were too much for his human brain to bear. Yet, the further the alien being impaled itself within his bowels, the more that semblance of pleasure kept bringing him back to the here and now. It was impossible that any fragment of this experience could dredge up a modicum of pleasure or expectation. Yet, his cock was leaking furiously now, and a shiver of pleasure escaped his lips as the alien creamed his asshole, the sensation painful but stimulating all the same. 

 

All too soon, a groan beside him drew the captain’s attention to the alien’s tongue dislodging itself from Isoroko’s bloated face. It was obviously too much for him, yet it seemed the aliens were hardly done with him. The leader hissed in the captain’s direction as his glistening, pulsating tongue prepared to bare down toward its next target. Alexio didn’t know what the creature’s refraction time was, but he quickly found he didn’t want to know, the clock counting down the seconds of his humanity. 

 

It seemed the other alien was finished with Dan, pulling out of its new comrade as Dan held his head, hair falling away to expose a smooth, shiny dome. His entire body quivered as it spread over his eyes, giving him that same haunting alien visage that each possessed. As his face cracked forward, Dan’s pulsating cock was drawn toward Isoroku, shoving it inside his virgin asshole and thrusting it against his prostate. Isoroko was barely able to moan, though the sound soon seemed to run out of air, causing him to awkwardly wheeze. The further he was penetrated, the more that ear-splitting scream seemed to rise, and soon, it was no different than the monsters around him. Completed with the additional jaw as his face cracked open and black veins pushed under the tongue, preparing it for change…

 

Stunned by the horrific scene before him, the captain almost didn’t notice the presence of the King until his pharyngeal tongue was drooling its viscous fluids down his throat. Attempting to gag, he could do naught to resist as it was shoved into his mouth, teasing the back of his throat and making him wish to vomit. Before he knew what was happening, several thick, solid orbs were forced down his throat, sitting heavy in his stomach as they prepared to change him. Yet, that was hardly the worst part as the force of the alien cock continued to plow his virgin anus, making him black out. One thought crossed his mind before he lost consciousness, even in the early stages of change. It was the urge to become one of the writhing, fucking aliens, but more than that, to submit to the will of the King and join the hive…

 

******

 

It seemed like his eyes were opening to a different life as Eli awoke on the deck of the bridge, shivering from the cold. His body was sticky with congealed resin, though it had mostly fallen off his skin at this point. The smell in the air was familiar, something he knew very well from his…dreams? No. The memories of the change, of serving his King, and the sexual bliss from his new form had been another life, certainly. But it was no dream. It did take him some time to sift through the memories, pieces of his human life interspersed with the recollections of being an alien. In some ways, that existence had been better, simpler. It was all pleasure and purpose, serving his King and rutting with his hive mates. Human life was so complicated, full of nuances and strife, and a myriad of things that he was unable to find fulfillment when compared with what the alien had offered him. 

 

It also took him some time to affirm he was human again and had no memory of becoming so. Why had he changed back in the first place? A part of him longed for the chitinous skin, the extra tongue, the tail, and the massive dick. The alien scent of resin made him sure he really had changed. Alister was the progenitor, had likely been infected by the alien organism from the planet, and had infected the crew to make his hive. But now that he was human…No. While he had never belonged to Alister in human form, that desire to be subservient to his alien self was not just a memory. He would do anything to go back there again, and could almost hear his King’s voice if he focused. 

 

Finally, he felt the strength to awkwardly rise as he realized he was on the bridge alone. There was something in his recollections about a fleeting order that he needed to ensure the ship’s autopilot was on before reverting. As he moved to the security station, he was able to bring up a camera feed, one that filled him with excitement. All five remaining members of the crew were in the cargo hold and had not finished reverting from their alien forms. The video feed had him instantly pound erect, not only by the sight itself but the confirmation that his dreams were reality. Best was that they might be so again so long as he waited for his King’s orders. 

 

It seemed they had been in the midst of copulating, though were finished now as the changes reversed. Alister was still hairless as he fucked the Captain from behind, while Iorsoku’s human penis slid past his pharyngeal jaw with a rush of cum. Jeremy and Dan were still fucking, Jeremy holding his boyfriend from behind as the two hissed before their alien tones reverted to human grunts and growls. Eventually, Dan came, and Jeremy pulled out of him, leaking cum as the two spooned in their newly reverted human bodies. It was all Eli could do to head down to the cargo bay and join his hive, to be in Alister’s presence once more. His erection was persistent, and he was sure each man felt the same way now, regardless of their previous sexualities. It gave him more purpose than anything he had ever known as he made his way into the cargo bay, awash in the scents of alien fluids and human semen. 

 

While his King’s voice in his head was not as strong, all Alister needed to do was to speak for his words to resonate within their minds. “Everyone clean up,” he ordered, and everyone moved to do so, even the Captain. Eli could perceive the emotions of the others, especially their sense of purpose in serving their King. They needed to hide away any evidence from anyone who might check the ship once it returned to Earth. They were a small hive, only six against a planet of more than ten billion. It would not do to reveal themselves before they were properly prepared. 

 

“Do a good job, and you’ll get that one-on-one time in the bedroom,” Alister hissed as he came over and tongued Eli’s ear. It was more than he could bear, Eli shivering with lust as he imagined their forms reverting and taking his King’s alien cock within him once more. The mental image of their fucking, alien from the waist down, and making out with their pharyngeal tongues surpassed his sexual expectations. While all served the King, Eli was the first to be converted, after all, and he was thankful for the King’s special attention. He would do whatever was asked of him happily, for just that promise of bliss once more…

 

Pleased that his hive was busy, Alister’s thoughts turned to the circumstances that had brought him here. Having changed as rapidly as he had, there was little ability for him to put the experience into human terms. In truth, the alien directives were still dominant, a cold-blooded certainty in his purpose and the desire to propagate no matter the cost. His five former crewmates were a good start to a hive, of course, and their changes had come relatively smoothly, all things considered. But he needed more, a proper colony, and would convert any adult human males he could find to the hive. To serve him and form a functional hive where each member would be able to live long lives of sexual bliss. The more he fixated on it, the more his cock grew, as though such a thing could be the most fulfilling dream he had ever conceived of.

 

The only thing that left him to hesitate, just slightly, was the origin of the creature that had implanted him with its egg in the first place. He didn’t feel anything for the beings that were still on the planet, a catalyst for creating a creature such as himself and hardly sentient in their own right. Of course, he had no idea where they had come from, whether a biological entity that had found its way there by happenstance or been placed there by a higher purpose. It didn’t matter in the end, he figured. Whatever the case, their genetic code was able to implant a host with alien DNA, causing the first infected to become a Queen, or King, in his case. The drive to infect others and start a hive made more sense than anything Alister had ever known, even beyond his own intellect. The fact that his hive was so sexually active was not lost on him, either. It was a surefire way to keep the species placid and eager to obey their King. Physical pleasure was a much better motivation than harm or punishment, in his opinion!

 

As much as he was sure he had been changed, Alister viewed the King as his rightful form. The ability to revert to a human body was a shell, a disguise until it was safe to return to his true self. His was a cautious species, it seemed, and that suited Alister just fine. But Alister’s memories and experiences were very much secondary to the single-minded certainty of the creature he had become. His own hive would obey him regardless of the form he was in, and he could revert any time he wished, whenever it suited his new purpose. 

 

There was one more important thing to take care of as the ship was cleaned of all its fluids. They would have to go into the cryo pods for hypersleep for the journey home, and there was a chance their ship would be explored before they woke and prepared for the larger mission. And while he knew they could change back at any time with his prompting, Alister’s cleverness merged well with his royal purpose. He would set traps for the humans, luring them in and converting more to the hive until it was large enough that nothing on Earth could bother them. His new hive would live in sexual bliss, serving their King and allowing any who wished to join to be added to their number. 

 

Before entering cryo sleep, Alister had the Captain get in contact with the company heads, telling them exactly what they wanted to hear. They had their precious biological specimen on board now, after all. They were returning with their payload and were happy to present it to the company. And they would be gifted with everything they wanted and more, though by the time Alister was done with them, it would no longer be money they strove for. And the biology specimen he had for them would not be in company control for long, but rather gifted to the planet at large…