For generations, humanity has dreamed of life among the stars. The vast, unending void of space often called the Last Frontier captivated minds such as Lucas, Roddenberry, Lewis, Verne, and many more both before and after. In most conceptions of life in space, humanity was never truly alone. Be it hostile races such as the Klingon or logical companions such as the Vulcan, humanity could not conceive of a life of solitary existence in all the stars of the galaxy despite evidence to the contrary. It wasn’t until January 1st, 2023 that the idea humanity was not alone in the coldness of space was no longer fiction.

First contact with an alien species started with the sighting of an observer ship growing closer and closer in the night sky. At first, governments asserted that the approaching celestial object was an asteroid destined to calamitously strike the Earth. Satellite imaging produced muddied, low-resolution photos that couldn’t prove much of anything. Over the weeks following the first of the year, images started to become clearer, fears started to become realized, and the truth started to spread slowly, but surely. Human reaction was...mixed, to say the least. Thousands flocked to social media sites, decrying this as another extension of the never-ending “2020”. A few suicide cults even decided that this was the sign of the end-times, calling an end to it all mere days before the aliens made first contact.

In hindsight, most who came after would say they had the right idea.

The culture shock was near-total when humanity first met their otherworldly visitors. They were tall, broad, tetrabrachial, senocular, and red-skinned bipeds – though humanity wouldn’t see their color until well after they had verified the atmosphere was breathable. These burly explorers called themselves “Kyrrgan”, bringing news of the galaxy to humanity. The races of the galaxy, answerable to a Galactic Senate, had an imperative to chart the stars, to bring new races into the fold. Of course, the Kyrrgan never explained exactly what that meant.

It wasn’t until mere days later, when fleets of ships arrived did humanity quite realized what the Kyrrgan had done…

Earth, 2026

From the window of his second floor apartment, William could see them. A herd of Pordac, waddling their way down the sidewalk – just as he had expected. The fat, slovenly porcine bipeds had become a fixture in the neighborhood since First Contact. They had come under a banner of “peace”, speaking highly of the opportunity afforded humanity by the Galactic Senate and the Kyrrgan. It wasn’t long after that they constructed their station on the edge of the Solar System. Shortly after that, the raids started.

William crinkled his nose, stepping away from the window. It was unwise to stare for too long, other operatives had been caught doing less. An errant hand wrapped around walkie-talkie on his nightstand, “Hunter-1, this is Watcher-3. Target is on track, over.” The sound of a radio activating twice was all he needed to hear, taking a seat on his couch. Even this much was a threat, his eyes staring at the screen that had been grafted to the wall of his apartment as it instinctively turned on. The sound of the television drowned out the echoing sound of ballistic weapons five blocks away.

Each station was much of the same, Pordac-made advertisements in some alien language calling out to a clientele that just didn’t include him, the re-packaged camera footage of some unit of Krulos – reptilian mercenaries – bushwhacking their way through some field in the middle of Kansas, hunting down what he could only assume were other Terran Revolutionaries. William sighed, each channel flicking by as he waved his hand dismissively again and again, a blue-skinned Ghuri advertising the white sand beaches of French Polynesia, some new tentacled monstrosity speaking its unintelligible-to-his-ear tongue about the Great Barrier Reef, it all went by.

The algorithms involved in broadcasting since First Contact, however, were far beyond what they had been before. In the wake of violence, it knew just where to take William’s mind...with one more dismissive wave of the hand, the screen changed course. The sound of sirens outside became more and more distant, a close-up of a human woman appearing on screen. To William’s eye, she was beautiful, a dark eyed, dark haired woman in her mid-twenties, likely from Central America. The setting was somewhere not-entirely earthlike, an orange-hued sky and azure-colored foliage had clued him in on that much, but the woman on screen appeared almost comfortable. Alien gibberish flooded through the audio system on William’s broadcast, the woman in front of him nodding.

“Hi there, my name is...my name is Yulieta Moura.” Yulieta bit her lip, a red torso slowly coming into frame behind her, the camera starting to pan out. Yulieta became more and more arousing by the minute, her breasts were full, her hips...matching her body to full effect. Around her neck, a collar made from an alien material clung tightly to her flesh. Two sets of red hands rested on her shoulders, the body behind her clearly nude while Yulieta herself was still clothed.

“In...In these trying times, it’s important to remember that the Galactic Se-Senate wants what is best...for…” Yulieta had trouble concentrating on the words as muscular red arms pulled her to her feat, her clothes being ripped away with little effort. In that moment, Yulieta lost her modesty, breasts jiggling free, body...vulnerable. One hand reached up to pull her by the hair back to the attention of the camera, the face of her assailant still off-screen. Yulieta visibly gulped.

“Best for humanity. We must remember, humanity has been...been blessed by the generosity of the Kyrrgan, the Pordac, the Krulos, and the dozens of other Member and Associate Species of the Gal--” The Kyrrgan behind Yulieta looped his top arms under her arm pits, his hands pushing her head forward. The lower arms looped under her knees, spreading them for the camera to witness as the mighty head of a proud Kyrrganian cock, ten inches long and thick as an Old World soda can started to poke into view.

“Ga-Gal-Galactic Sen..ate…” Yulieta squirmed in the Kyrrgan’s grip, his phallus applying a heavy pressure against her vagina, “P-Please remember, to be accepting and welcoming of our new-found breth-brethren among the staaarrrssss…!” Yulieta’s speech devolved into first a screech, then a moan, the Kyrrgan thrusting into her without warning. The aliens had heard enough. William gulped, his eyes unable to look away. The sound of his radio speaking out to him was drowned out, each menacing thrust from the Kyrrganian another nail in the coffin.

As the rest of his cell screamed out for him to speak, begged him to chime in, the wet slapping and mindless moaning filled his eardrums. Williams hands slowly made their way down to his belt buckle, then undid his zipper...as the death knell of humanity sang sweet lullabies in his ear.

Hey there! If you’ve read this far, congratulations! I know, I know, this is a long prompt, but I spent some time thinking up the idea. More or less, the general idea is that humanity is visited and subsequently conquered by a nebulous alien entity known as the Kyrrganian Empire, and subsequently made into a slave race to trade on the galactic market. Of course, we don’t have to necessarily play in the far-flung future of 2026 (or beyond!), we can always play during the period where the Kyrrgan and their associates are starting to set up shop.

Please, do not respond to the prompt in a roleplay. I want to discuss the prompt, and hash things out with you beforehand. I will not respond to Reddit Chats.

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