The space around Captain Solariana sizzled and popped, the air vaporizing around her as the countless near-misses of the Dru’gari’s laser cannons lanced through the sky. She returned fire with her own beams of focused light, piercing through the alien attack ship’s protective shell and destroying its command console with pinpoint accuracy. Even as the one ship crashed and burned, the sky was still thick with countless more to take its place as they swarmed to protect the mothership from the superheroine’s attack.

”One down, a million to go.” she thought to herself. The invasion had happened so fast, no military in the world could mobilize fast enough to stop them. If the alien’s presence hadn’t triggered the onset of superhuman powers popping up in the civilian population and the creation of a superhero task force to stop them, the xenos would have easily conquered the planet by now. While Captain Solariana couldn’t be everywhere at once to stop the invaders, she could certainly fry the buggers loitering over her home city.

Out of nowhere, a pack of a dozen drones dove towards her from all angles, their thin membranous wings buzzing furiously to catch up to the heroine’s incredible flight speed. The insectoid things chittered their spiked mandibles and outstretched their clawed limbs to trap and destroy the threat. Without pausing, Captain Solariana curled up as she hurtled forward, charging up her sun-based powers into a ball of pure, condensed solar radiation. When she released it, the explosion staggered the advancing drones, leaving them to fall down and away from her. “That’s odd,” she thought. “A normal solar blast should’ve incinerated those bugs, not stunned them.” She could see a gap in the alien mothership’s defensive grid of fighters, frowning as she raced towards it and dodged defensive laser fire.

Four days ago, Madam Might, newly crowned world’s strongest woman, the shining star of Metro City, and Captain Solariana’s lifelong best friend, tried to take down the mothership alone, but must’ve failed. For four panicked nights, Captain Solariana spent all her time on the phone with the military, other heroes, whoever she could get to listen to organize a search and rescue party. It had taken all her influence with the other heroes and the government to organize the distraction attack for her to sneak inside, and even then, it was a long shot. She knew the odds of finding anything were low, and it was unlikely she was even still alive. Still, Captain Solariana knew her friend better than anyone, and if anyone could survive half a week trapped in an alien hellhole, it was her. Jessica Price had been tough as nails even before her powers emerged, and afterwards became a superstar even among hero standards by single-handedly stopping a suicidal alien cruiser from crashing into the crowded downtown of the city. She’d become a beacon of hope for the beleaguered population, not just of Metro City, but of the world. None had a higher success rate when fighting the xenos than her, and nobody was more stubborn, proud, or independent. It was that same bull-headedness that had gotten her into trouble when she’d attacked the mothership without any backup, and it would hopefully be what kept her alive.

Finally reaching the monstrous hulk, Captain Solariana focused her powers into a tight beam that she used to cut through the toughened shell of the ship. It was slow going, something in the hull of the ship resisted her powers in a way she had never seen before. Taking a glance around, she’d never noticed how organic the ship looked, especially up close. The whole thing was ominously bulbous and ever so subtly off, with the ship’s hull being more like hardened insect chitin than any kind of Earth metal. Disgustingly, it even bled a sticky green liquid as she slowly cut a gash into it. Within a minute, the hole was large enough to squeeze through, and the heroine was inside.

If she’d thought the outside was creepy, the interior was far worse. She emerged into what she suspected was a maintenance tunnel, with cords embedded in the slick walls that ran in every direction. Somehow, the cords seemed more like veins with the way they pulsed, transferring God knows what throughout the ship. She knew she had to find Madam Might, and fast. If she was still alive, she might only have minutes left to live. If the aliens suspected the attack was a diversion to rescue her, she’d undoubtably be killed rather than be allowed to escape. Still, Captain Solariana had no idea where to go, and decided to delve deeper into the heart of the biomechanical death trap. If the xenos really were keeping her hostage, they’d likely be keeping her as far away from the outside as possible to reduce her chances of breaking out.

As the superheroine floated through the narrow, winding corridors, she couldn’t shake the feeling of mounting dread. The walls were slimy with some kind of viscous lubricant, and completely unlit apart from her own natural solar radiance. With the walls too close for comfort and no way to be sure which way she’d come from, she couldn’t help but think there’d be no easy way to get out should things get ugly.

She also couldn’t help but speculate about what the Dru’gari were doing to their prisoners. They had always been strangely obsessed with capturing humans alive, females especially so. They were also extremely tenacious in defending these prisoners, their warriors fighting to the death to defend their captives as if they were one of their own. This was all based on experiences rescuing captives before they could be transported back to the mothership, since none had ever gone into the ship and returned. Captain Solariana dreaded to think what the answer might be, and quietly prayed they weren’t destined to be food.

The Captain was brought out of her thoughts by her superhuman senses picking up the heartbeat of another superhuman nearby. Supers could always sense each other when nearby, especially those who were close like the Captain and the Madam. She burned through the interior walls quickly, desperate to check if Jessica was alright but relieved that she was still alive. When she finally melted through the last wall, her jaw dropped in shock.

It took Captain Solariana a moment to realize that the thing kneeling against the far wall was Madam Might. Her stomach was heavily swollen, more than it would be if she was nine months pregnant and seemed to hold multiple sources of glowing light shining dully from under her skin. Her costume had been torn, no, modified; while she still wore her boots, gloves, leggings, and top, her skirt and panties had been removed to keep her puffy sex exposed. Likewise, her top had been trimmed to only cover her arms, back, and shoulders, displaying her stuffed belly and full breasts, but was somehow still skintight everywhere else. The English word “SOW” in block capitals had been tattooed onto her swollen belly, with the “O” centered on her belly button. Her groin had been branded with the symbol of the Dru’gari High Fleet, proudly burned into her skin just above her cunt that still leaked her own natural juices mixed with whatever was inside her, adding to the slick puddle she kneeled in.

“My God, Jessica, what did they do to you?” Captain Solariana shouted, still half in shock at what she’d seen.

Madam Might’s eyes lit up at the sound of her best friend’s voice. “Vivi! I just knew you’d come!” She tried to rise to her feet, but a metal collar around her neck was chained to the wall very tightly a few feet above the ground and couldn’t move from it.

Something about all this struck Captain Solariana all wrong. Jessica hadn’t called her “Vivi” in a decade, that was her childhood shortening of Vivian. That flimsy steel chain holding her in place would be absolutely nothing to snap to Madam Might, like ripping tissue paper would be to an average human. There must be something else keeping her in place.

The Captain shook her head as she approached, trying to shake off this insanity. All she needed to do was get Jessica out of here, and everything else could be taken care of later. “Come on, we’re going home.” She said as she walked over to help up her old friend.

“Home? Hah.” Madam Might responded with a laugh. “Vivian, this is our home.”

As if on command, dozens of Dru’gari warriors emerged from the shadows of the vast room, each a chittering nightmare of claws and eyes. With no time to process what her friend just said, Captain Solariana dropped into a low crouch and readied a fireball, putting herself between the alien warriors and Jessica. “Just stay behind me, I’ll get you unchained, and-“

With a sudden click, she felt something clamp tight around her neck. The instant it touched her skin, her radiance dulled to nothing more than a glow, and then died. Without even seeing the material, she knew instantly that the collar wrapped around her neck was made of hardened moon dust, the only material that could nullify her powers. Even without her radiance disappearing, she could tell from the itching that started to break out around it as her skin had a minor allergic reaction to it. It only struck her a second later that she’d just been caught in a collar and she’s totally defenseless, and a second after that to realize who snapped it on.

She looked over her shoulder, seeing her friend beaming in pride. “J-Jess? Why?”

“Because it’s what we’re made for, stupid.” Jessica responded, playfully. “All my life I’ve been struggling to find out what I was supposed to do, and when I got my powers, I thought I’d finally found my place. But after spending these past few days with these wonderful creatures, I learned how mistaken I was. My, no, our place is to serve as the mothers of the thousand generations of the Dru’gari. The human race isn’t fit to lick the pads of the lowliest Dru’gari drone’s feet while they stomp on our faces, but through their infinite wisdom, they’ve engineered a few of us to be able to bear their offspring. I mean, why do you think our powers showed up just as they did?”

Vivian was shocked stiff at what she was hearing. “Jess, they’ve brainwashed you! Snap out of it! We have to defend Metro City!” The warriors started to approach, hungry looks in their many eyes, but still cautious around the one human who had killed so many of them.

“Brainwashed? Oh no, this was a conscious choice.” She reached and felt her hefty belly, smiling warmly as the eggs inside her gently jostled about as she moved. “Do you have any idea how good this feels? This sense of pride and purpose, carrying the perfect next generation of warriors, stronger than ever before? Or how many times I’ve came in the past few days? I’ve seriously lost count, but it’s at least once every two hours, and usually much more than that. It would be criminal of me not to try and share this with every woman I can, especially the one I care about the most.”

Even before Vivian could respond, she noticed the warriors within a few feet of her, sniffing the air and looking her over. When one reached its slimy tongue out to taste her leg, she kicked it right between the mandibles. It stumbled back a foot, but then growled and yanked Vivian’s leg out from under her. She yelped and grabbed onto Jessica, trying not to be completely dragged away. Jess held her close and pressed her face up against her inflated stomach, slightly bumpy with eggs. Even as fear set in, Vivian couldn’t help but smell, almost taste a strong musk emanating from the creatures, and a pleasantly sweet pheromone coming from Jessica. She tensed up as one of the things brought its insectoid snout between her sprawled-out legs and smelled her scent through her costume. The things stepped even closer, and to Vivian’s horror, she could finally see their erect pseudo-penises, each solidly larger than an average human male’s, growing at the sight of her. There had to be at least a dozen clustered around her, all clamoring with each other over who gets her first.

“Just look at them all, aren’t they beautiful?” Jess stated. “Each and every one of them are stronger and sturdier than the average warrior, and all because of me. This was my first brood, and apparently, they can inherit some traits from their mother, even if they aren’t made with my DNA. I wonder what powers your first clutch will have?”

Starting to panic, Vivian could only stare up in fear at her new masters. Even worse, she recognized that some of the warriors had insignificant scorch marks on their armor, scorches from intense solar radiation.

“Since you had the nerve to attack my children earlier, I’d say it’s fair that they get to release their pent-up anger and lust inside you first. Given enough time, I’m sure that you and I can start to repay the debt we owe to the Dru’gari. How many do you think we’ve killed in total, hundreds, thousands? We’ll breed back ten times as many, and they’ll each claim more human women for the hive too. With any luck, the whole human race will be their worthless brood-bitches in a few years!”

Vivian squeaked in terror as one of the warriors tore open her costume between the legs, exposing her cunt and ass. She hoped beyond hope that they’d choose her pussy, and that they’d be gentle. The other aliens all crowded around as the largest warrior mounted her, holding her upright on all fours as it prepared to hate-fuck the captured heroine’s brains out. The other warriors all started examining her everywhere, one even dragged its slimy tongue up the side of her face to taste the first tear of hate and terror that rolled down her cheek.

“Oh, one last important thing I should mention our new masters start to break you in. They can understand English, so don’t go around insulting them unless you want to get bred by the dumb city-smasher species instead, their cocks are nearly half as long as you are tall. In fact, as part of our training, they approve of us repeating degrading things about ourselves and venerating them as the supreme god-beings that they are. If you’re humble and reverent enough, they might even deflate the barbs on their cocks for your first time!”

“Barbs?!” Vivian thought, already trembling. She forced the words out slowly, shaking half in fear and half in anger.

“I am a worthless cumdump breeder for alien cocks.”

She couldn’t tell if it had any effect, but she could feel the tip of the thing’s pseudo-penis penetrate between her folds and into her depths.

“You have to actually mean it, they can sense if you’re faking.” Jessica cooed. She was already jilling off, one hand between her thighs and her other squeezing one of her milky tits.

With the desperation that came with not wanting to get badly injured, Vivian cried out “My race is nothing more than fertilizer for your grand species! Please oh please stuff me with your thick, superior cocks and make me breed your alien spawn!”

The creature entered inside her smoothly but aggressively. The tip of its cock punched into her cervix with every thrust, battering her will even further. As silent tears rolled down her cheeks and she repeated more mindless drivel about alien superiority, she vowed to resist their influence to the very end, no matter how good it might eventually feel.

“I am Vivian Northwood.” She thought, fighting to overcome the headache onset by the pain of the beast inside her. “I am Captain Solariana, Champion of Metro City, and I will never obey these xeno bastards. I’m going to break out of here with Jess, or we’ll be rescued. We just need to hold out until an opportunity arises.”

She couldn’t deny there was something primally intoxicating about being mounted like this, and the prospect of being a mother to alien soldiers didn’t seem so foreign anymore. “Shit, are they using pheromones to cloud my mind?”

“I. Am. Captain Solariana. I will never be a slave.”

“Never.”

Hello there everyone! Just came up with a little something today and figured I'd throw it out there. So the general idea of the prompt is that there's a race of evil aliens attempting to take over the world, starting with the city your hero is bound to protect. After their invasions are repelled time and time again by the heroic heroine, the alien hive mind comes up with a different way to get her out of the picture. Somehow, your heroine ends up in their tentacled clutches, and they work on making her their number one breeding slut and advocate in the wider world.

Once she can no longer resist, the aliens conquer her city and set about truly reconditioning the superheroine from being their arch-enemy to being both a capable brood-mother and the aliens number one advocate. Instead of being interviewed by news stations eager for a word from the day's greatest role model for girls and women, the aliens broadcast your heroine, still wearing the tattered remains of her costume, lecturing about how the human females should seek to be nothing more than breeding slaves for the Dru'gari and that they'd all be much happier with their brains turned off and a womb full of eggs or cum. By the time the aliens are finished, the unfortunate heroine will be nothing more than a drooling mess to impregnate and abuse, the only remains of her heroic days being how she can take larger cocks than the average breeder without being harmed.

Though this is the general idea that I'd like to follow, I'd be more than happy to discuss any changes you'd propose. My biggest kink more than anything is creativity, so whatever you do, make your character unique! I know reading through all this text has been a slog, but I promise it'll be worth your while. The biggest kinks that I think would lend themselves to this RP would be oviposition, breeding, humiliation/degradation, corruption, alien raceplay, cumplay, and things along those lines. Note that I basically am into everything that isn't specifically a limit of mine, so there'll be plenty of kinky stuff involved if that wasn't already apparent. My only limits are gore, scat, and children, so other than that, fire away!

Note: People who respond with the most thought and care put into their messages/characters will get absolute top priority, I just love it when people get into their characters! Also, even though the example in the story is a woman, I'm totally fine with anyone as long as they're feminine being the subject. I'd love nothing more than to discuss this with you, so don't be intimidated if this has been up for a while or you think I won't respond. As long as you put some actual effort in, I'm sure you'll get a response. Other than that, I hope to see you all in the DMs and raise a couple clutches with you!