The settlers called the planet Aeolus, a heavy-handed reference to the global storms that ravage the surface every few years. The marine contingent on guard duty had hoped they could switch out before the next storm hit, but it was not to be; the meteorological satellites predicted it was only a matter of days. In preparation, a small group of colonists went to prepare their trusty shelter for use: a system of caves that wound deep beneath the planet's crust. Not even the strongest winds or the hardest rains could penetrate it. Three men and a woman went in...

...but only the woman came out. "Monsters!" she cried, "Oh gods! They dragged them away!" Hysterical, the woman could give only the sparsest of details. Creatures, with spindly, groping limbs. Nothing like the settlers had ever seen before. And the caves were crawling with them. Unsurprisingly to the marines - though much to their chagrin - they were immediately ordered to take care of those... things, and to save the three men (if possible). In full suits of armor and armed to the teeth, they set off towards the cave entrance beneath the roiling clouds.

What will happen to our band of heroes? Will they return to the settlement victorious? That's for you and I to find out! (Who are we kidding, though? They're probably toast.) Here's my kinklist. What I'm going for here is some nasty sexual transformation performed on the marines by these aliens, whether making them perfect breeding machines or dispensers for nutrients. We can discuss the details privately, though off the bat I will reject snuff (these men stay alive) and excessive gore (though it may get nasty depending on where those tentacles go). As for roles, I typically play the monsters, but I'd be open to co-writing this story somehow.