Sergeant Sofia Flores crushed out her fourth cigarette of the night as she watched the half-dozen screens in front of her, each image panning back and forth as the cameras observed different parts of the mountainside and the bunkers built into it. Each camera alternated back and forth between thermal and night-vision images, keeping watch over the most likely avenues of approach any Dru’gari would take to sneak in. The advanced cameras picked out the shapes of her men guarding their posts with ease, even through the driving rain. She pressed two fingers to her ear to activate her wireless communicator, checking in with each of her squad mates. They were still all clear, just like they were ten minutes ago when she checked before.

It was nerve-wracking work. Apparently, there were some high-profile personnel transferring into the Bulwark tonight, and Command had been extremely hush-hush about the whole operation. Sofia despised being kept out of the loop, but understood the caution. The xeno bastards were incredibly sneaky, and if they caught wind of a chance to take out EDF VIPs while they weren’t being properly protected, they’d be all over the opportunity. Sergeant Flores leaned back in her chair and drummed her fingers against the armrest of her chair. With only a few seconds’ warning, Sofia felt the ground beneath her tremble and the looser panels in the guard station rattle. Minor earthquakes had been rocking this region for years now, ever since the Dru’gari first showed up, but for one to hit now was spectacularly unlucky. The earthquake disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, but the damage was done, the lights above her flickering on and off before clunking off along with the camera screens. Within seconds, electrical humming filled the station as the site’s backup generators sprung into action, restoring life to the screens in front of her but keeping the rest of the station cloaked in darkness. Pressing her fingers to her ear again, Sofia switched through the channels on her comm link, finding only static as her answer to each of them.

Sofia cursed under her breath. With all the billions the government had spent on this facility, she figured for once in their lives the useless bureaucrats that approved funds would spend the money on infrastructure instead of more munitions deals that would line their own pockets. With a final grunt of annoyance, she tossed the malfunctioning communicator over her shoulder and cycled through the cameras again. For all she knew, her men could already be under attack, and without her comm link, she wouldn’t be able to alert the main base either. As the screen flipped from station to station, her pounding heartbeat slowed, relieved to see her squad still standing at their guard stations across the west flank. Even with the revelation that her men were safe, something still unsettled her.

Something about all this was off, her guard station eerily quiet. She’d been briefed about how the comm lines worked, that they were hard-wired rather than travelled over radio or internet to avoid being intercepted by the aliens. Even though her communicator linked with her soldiers’ wirelessly, the transmissions had to pass through her guard station before they were relayed by wire to the main base. There would be no reason for them to be having intermittent outages like this, the wires were buried underground and wouldn’t suffer from poor weather or interference. A terrible dread rising in her chest, Sofia pressed the controls and panned the cameras around in turn, searching for anything to confirm her suspicions. After a few seconds, she found it, a pile of disturbed earth a short distance away from her station. She sat in stunned silence for another moment, then reached for her sidearm as she stood up from her chair, struck by the realization that something had gotten past their defenses already and cut the comm lines. It couldn’t be anything else. Somehow, the Dru’gari had figured out how the Bulwark’s communication network functioned and had moved to sever it without anyone noticing. “But there’s still time,” she thought as she stared at the screens, trying to figure out how fast she could make it to another guard station if she sprinted. “I can still do something to warn them. If I can just get outside, shout, fire my pistol, anything, someone will hear and raise the alarm.”

Even as she rationally thought out what she needed to do, she couldn’t summon the strength to move her legs, even to turn around. She knew for a fact how stealthy and coordinated the Dru’gari could be when they worked together or were being guided by a larger creature, and she’d seen commanders being taken out before without even realizing the Dru’gari had struck. She knew in her heart of hearts that somewhere out there in the driving rain, uncountable pairs of eyes were watching her guard post with predatory interest. Her palms began to sweat as she tightened her grip on her sidearm. Something had finally come to her attention, the tiny, insignificant detail that had made her realize how much danger she was in a minute ago. When she had tossed her communicator over her shoulder, it hadn’t made a noise when it hit the ground, or more likely, never hit the ground. With wide-eyed terror, Sergeant Flores turned her head to look back at the rest of the room. Other displays flickered in the dim light, and water dripped from the ceiling irregularly. A tiny crack of light filtered through under the doorframe from outside, a door that was supposed to be sealed airtight to prevent a gas attack. She twisted her torso to see more without using her weak peripheral vision, and finally caught the damning detail she had feared. Her comm link seemingly floated in midair in the center of the room. A millisecond of focus revealed the space around the device to be slightly shifting like heat radiating off the hood of a car in August.

With a desperate cry, Sergeant Flores spun around and raised her weapon, trying to aim towards the shifting air. As well-trained and talented as the officer was, the alien was simply faster. Even as the beast grabbed her gun and twisted it away from her, she managed to pop off three shots before it wrenched her weapon away completely, sending it clattering to the floor as the alien overpowered her. Despite her best attempts to wriggle free of the Dru’gari’s grasp, the creature was simply too strong, like a mouse resisting a housecat. With deceptive ease, the alien lifted Sofia’s hands over her head, and another pair of limbs grabbed her by the waist, lifted her off the ground, and then smashed her backwards into the security console. Sofia’s scream of pain was cut short as the steel console buckled beneath the weight of the alien’s force, the impact forcing the air from her lungs and filling her body with a throbbing pain from the blunt force trauma. She could feel each knob and ridge dig into her skin and form uniquely shaped bruises on her back, adrenaline and terror coursing through her veins as the beast towering over her finally revealed itself, the active camouflage breaking.

It seemed to materialize out of thin air in patches as the chromatophores on its skin returned to their natural colors, revealing a tall biomorph that seemed similar in size and strength to the Warriors Sofia was used to, but with an odd head that nearly defied belief. Instead of a maw, this unique Warrior possessed dozens of tentacles where its mouth and lower face should have been, each individual tentacle slimy and moving independently, seeming to taste the air like a snake’s tongue. Sofia shivered uncontrollably, and started to scream silently as the alien infiltrator leaned in over her, her hands pinned to the console by the beast’s main pair of arms and the other pair shoved into her chest, keeping her from inhaling again. Teary-eyed and squirming, Sofia fought with everything she had to break the beast’s grip or take a desperate breath, but it was no use. At the base of her spine, she could feel the black fingers of death clawing out at her, ready to rip out her soul as soon as this alien creature snuffed out her life. Tears flowed from her eyes as she scrunched them closed and wept, unwilling to look at the disgusting, hateful thing about to kill and eat her, or worse. As she felt the beast’s uncomfortably warm and wet breath against her face and a drop of thick saliva roll down her cheek, she mentally made her peace, and swore a final apology to her squad who she’d let down.

Instead of the sickening feeling of teeth against her skin, Sofia was greeted to the rude awakening of the beast’s tentacles forcing their way down her throat as she gasped for breath when the monster let go of her chest. Suddenly free to breathe again, her body involuntarily sucked in as much air as possible, unwittingly welcoming the beast’s face-tendrils down her throat with no resistance at all. The slick slime they were coated with made the process even faster than Sofia could react to, and try as she might to bite down or cough up her invader’s tendrils, all she could actually do was gag and retch as the alien started to pump its mutagenic fluids into her stomach. The taste filling her mouth was indescribable, but unbelievably offensive. The closest thing she could equate the taste to in her stunned state was a mix between the filthiest cocks and cunts she’d ever had in her mouth, of which she’d had a large sample size thanks to her time in the Navy and low standards. It tasted like sex, exactly like the sweaty, passionate, bestial rutting she had participated in many times, but a thousand times more so, and mixed with countless other exotic yet disgusting tastes. Sofia began to experience every flavor individually as they washed over her tongue, each new one tasting horrifically repulsive to her conscious brain but triggering something primal deep within herself. The thought that these tastes were somehow deeply familiar to her crossed Sofia’s mind, as if they were memories from years ago dragged up by the alien’s invasive probing. It would be her last truly independent thought ever.

It wasn’t until she felt more tentacles sliding along her cheeks that Sofia realized not all of the alien’s face-tendrils were inside her mouth, but only the longest ones that lied at the center of its maw. The rest of them were currently worming their way around her face, investigating and coating her in slime. Its pair of top-most tentacles slid directly inside her nostrils, stopping before reaching her sinuses but completely what was left of her pitiful breathing. Another pair of slick but thin tentacles crawled from her cheeks towards her ears, where they didn’t hesitate a moment before squishing into her ear canals. Panic began to mount in Sofia’s heart as she realized she couldn’t breathe again, but it was replaced by confusion when she recognized one of the thousands of new smells assaulting her sinuses as something very specific to her own past. It was the stench of her own sex mixed with her sweat, diesel, and the cum of at least a dozen different men after she’d been covered with it inside and out. It was from years ago, back when she was a new sergeant looking to win the approval of her men and was still suffering from her barely-repressed nymphomania. To raise morale, she’d volunteered to serve as a sexual release doll for her company, and for a slow weekend she spent every waking minute being roughly fucked by her inferiors. She spent the whole three days chained up in the motor pool being passed from private to private when they were finished with her, never allowed to wash the cum off herself or change her ruined clothes. They ran trains on her, abused her holes, and some even beat her, but she’d never came so hard or so often ever again. It took a lot of bribing and sexual favors to cover up and she’d never fully lost her reputation of being oddly close with her men, but it was the peak of her sexual depravity and she wished she could be treated like that again, but for the rest of her life. Even as the tentacles kept exploring her, she shuddered with delight remembering that weekend and how warm her belly had felt after her squad dedicated several hours to giving her non-stop oral creampies. She hoped whatever the creature was pumping into her stomach would feel like that too.

She snapped to reality again for a moment. She was sure she’d never had sex with any of the men under her command, especially not since the Dru’gari Invasion started. It would have been a huge breach of trust to use her status to coerce her men into sleeping with her, not to mention hugely illegal, and she hadn’t felt aroused at all ever since the aliens had attacked and stole all of her attention. Why was she remembering this so vividly? Was it just a fantasy that got out of hand and turned into a memory? She couldn’t detect the erogenous pheromones the alien was flooding her sinuses with, but she had certainly felt its effect. She still hadn’t detected the two tendrils in her ears either, as they shrunk to microscopic size and traveled along with her aural nerves through her skull and into her brain. Though they only released minuscule amounts of mutagenic chemicals into her brain, her neural networks were already starting to reshape.

Something about the alien’s expression finally broke Sofia’s concentration and drew her half-opened eyes to study the alien’s face. All Dru’gari were ugly sons of bitches to her, and she’d seen enough of them up close while they were dead to recognize their individual breeds. However, she’d never seen a live one so close, given if this situation played out on the battlefield she’d have gunned the thing down by now or been cut down in turn by its claws. All Dru’gari had six eyes and this was no exception, three on each side with one large and small one facing forward like human eyes and a third smaller one above and behind the other two for better peripheral vision. When combined, the view looked almost humanoid, and it occurred to Sofia for the first time that the thing was staring at her, and had been gazing into her eyes the whole time it was investigating her. Other aliens had these black eyes that were sectioned into hundreds of polygons like a fly’s, but this ones were more smooth and slightly almond-shaped like human eyes. With a deeper look, she could tell that it had pupils and irises like human eyes as well, except that the entire eye is dark-colored, making the black irises not stand out. With the realization the thing was more human-like and conscious than she’d realized, Sofia blushed heavily, realizing how embarrassed she suddenly was on top of frightful and confused. She hated that this thing had so closely seen her panicked tears roll over its tentacles, how her drool mixed with the slime dripping down her chin, or how she squirmed at feeling so vulnerable and exposed by her posture that kept her legs spread wide apart to keep from falling over as the alien bent her backwards and probed her mouth. “God, why are my panties soaked?”

Her shame was interrupted by something changing in the alien’s eyes. A bright light gleamed for a single second in one of the creature’s eyes, drawing her attention completely away from her prior thoughts. A second flash followed from the creature’s matching eye on the other side of its head, captivating her further. Now sure she was staring into its eyes in return, the hypnotic powers of the creature fully came to bear. A myriad of psychedelic colors swam in the deep pools that were the links to the creature’s soul, and by extension, the Hive Mind. As soon as the two had locked eyes and she was under the creature’s spell to be mentally defenseless, the Hive Mind telepathically linked with Sergeant Flores. Utilizing the pheromones and mutagens swirling around in Sofia’s body, the Hive Mind and its Repomorph agent rewired Sofia’s brain, changing pathways and implanting new instructions and proclivities within her. Although invisible from the outside and even to MRI scans, the Hive Mind had effectively installed new software into Sofia, programming her with a subconscious unbreakable loyalty to the Dru’gari and a command that redirected her repressed nymphomania to be directed towards the Dru’gari masters. With a new perfect sleeper agent established, the Hive Mind retreated from Sofia’s brain, but not before flipping the right switches within her to trigger the most explosive orgasm of her life.

Sofia shrilly screamed into the Repomorph’s tentacles as her trance ended and her body was rocked by incredibly forceful contractions. Arching her back as much as possible and bucking her hips, Sofia came in waves, her body contracting spastically in time with her whimpers and pleasure. She came hard enough to immediately soak through and soil her fatigues, her squirt immediately gushing through her already drenched underwear and spreading through the groin of her pants and down the insides of her thighs as she came over and over. Her toes curled with each passing wave, her trembling legs eventually giving way completely. The Repomorph still held her upright with ease, letting the new Dru’gari agent ride out her reward orgasm without hurting herself. Within a few seconds, the Repomorph withdrew all of its tentacles from Sofia, finally letting the exhausted woman get a full breath without gagging on alien slime. The Repomorph gently lifted Sofia out of her uncomfortable position and placed her carefully in her chair, the last few waves of her orgasm causing her to leave a spreading wet spot on her seat’s cushion. Making sure the new agent wasn’t seriously harmed, the Repomorph looks over Sofia again. Other than glazed-over eyes, a few bruises that will clear up, and the remnants of the mutagen-slime she’s coughing up, she’ll be completely fine, assuming she can clean up her post before she gets exposed for having messily consorted with the enemy.

Exhausted and addled with a potent cocktail of aphrodisiac pheromones, Sofia briefly considers drifting off into a comforting post-coital nap to dream about all the times she was dominated by her soldiers. Instead of remembering that that had never happened, something in Sofia’s mind reminds her that no human cock had ever really pleased her or even roughed her up in the way her alien lover just had, and that she would try to imagine and fantasize about what Dru’gari cocks looked like instead. Do they even have cocks? Sofia was determined to find out as soon as humanly possible, but a new sensation snapped her out of her hazy daydreaming. Her comm link was buzzing, with the indicator on the menu showing the name of her commanding officer.

The Repomorph handed over her communicator, the comm lines apparently working again somehow. Enough of her brain was still functional and clear enough to know that if she didn’t answer or answered suspiciously, the entire base would come crashing down on her for getting distracted from her duties. She answered curtly.

“Sergeant Flores, there were gunshots heard coming from your sector! Status report!”

Thinking on her feet, Sofia maintained a calm and steady voice as she answered.

“Yes sir. There was an accidental discharge of one of my soldiers’ sidearms, no one was harmed, and the situation is totally under control. Nothing out of the ordinary besides that incident sir.”

She didn’t hear the man’s angry response, too distracted by the majesty laid out before her. The Repomorph had walked up beside her and stood tall, her seated position meaning her face only came up to the beast’s waist. Just a foot away from her face, she witnessed the proof that Dru’gari indeed have cocks, the Repomorph’s member engorged, purple, and a foot and a half long as it extended from a horizontal slit between its legs. Sofia sat, mouth agape, staring at the organ, making sure to take in every single bump, ridge, and groove in the exotic phallus. Even hearing the communicator buzz in her hand, she simply couldn’t take her attention away from the cock, unable to stop imagining how it would feel against her lips or stretching her insides. It took the Repomorph reaching out and turning her head back towards the communicator for her to realize the consequences of keeping the commander waiting for thirty seconds.

“Come in, god damn it!” the voice crackled. She could hear additional voices in the background, recognizing the tone as a security team being contacted.

“Apologies Commander, could you please repeat your last message? We’re having trouble with our comms out here, there’s some kind of electronic disturbance.” It was technically true, she simply chose to leave out the fact that she knew exactly what the interference was coming from.

“Acknowledged, Sergeant Flores. We’ll send a technician out to assess the problem, in the mean time make sure there are no more accidental discharges, that alert nearly sent the whole facility to Defcon 1.”

“Yes sir, over and out.” She replied and ended the transmission, finally allowing her attention to return to the Repomorph’s magnificent bulbous cock. She reached out to touch it, but felt the alien’s iron grip stopping her from getting too close. When she looked up at it in disappointment, it simply used its free hand to point to the ground. Instantly realizing what it was demanding of her, she slid off the chair and sank to her knees in front of the alien, staring up at the being that dwarfed her by comparison and filled her with awe and some of the same fear she viewed it with when it had first appeared. She knew from the power in its grip on her that it had the ability to snap her like a twig should it so desire, but for whatever reason, it had chosen to reward her instead. For that mercy, she would treat her new master like a king.

She slunk forward, never taking her eyes from the alien member that would soon be rearranging her insides. Sofia was truly afraid of this, even more than she was of its owner. Despite all her years of sleeping around as much as possible, Sofia had always been exceptionally tight to the point where taking a dick any larger than average would be extremely painful. Sofia more than welcomed a little pain in the bedroom, but this thing threatened to tear her apart unless she was very careful and her master wasn’t very aggressive. Given how the alien had abused her earlier, she gulped and started to come to terms with the thought she wouldn’t be able to walk for the rest of the day at least. As she approached, she finally got close enough to appreciate the erotic scent of the alien cock, but it immediately triggered a memory of something that had happened just a few minutes ago.

Sofia recognized the exact oily, sexually-charged smell of the thing from her experience minutes ago where she had tasted and smelled thousands of different sensations, all of which were somehow both exotic and familiar. This was undoubtably one of the many sensory inputs she’d experienced, but was somehow different, lacking the familiarity that the smell and taste in her memory did, as if it wasn’t yet mixed with something. As she unbuckled her fatigues and pulled down both her pants and panties in one smooth motion to reveal her soaked cunt and toned ass to her conqueror, the new smell immediately triggered a wonderful realization. What she recognized from the flavored tentacles was the taste of this new alien cock mixed with her own taste and smell, her spit, sweat, and slime mixed with the alien’s pheromones and natural oils. Two things excited her about this, firstly that she’d had this sensation demonstrated to her by her new overlord, proving that even going into this encounter the Dru’gari creature had planned on having sex with her. More importantly, she recognized that exact mix of exotic and familiar on every single one of those previously repulsive tastes and smells she’d been subjected to. Endless possibilities raged in her mind. Were there really thousands of different kinds of Dru’gari biomorphs capable of mating with her? Would they all be as perfect as this one, or maybe even better? How could I ever find that many?

Only her proximity to the Repomorph’s cock shook her out of her train of thought. She tabled her questions for the moment and looked back at it, licking her lips as the pheromones floating in the air and inside her overwhelmed her fear with lust and awe. As she leaned in to begin her worship of her new lover, she was completely free of fear, of anxiety, and doubt. This is what she was meant to do, and where she was meant to be. For once in her life, she was at peace.

With her tongue just an inch away from its tip, the Repomorph stopped Sofia. When she looked up in confusion, she saw the Repomorph staring at her security monitors and cycling through the camera views with its free hand. It seemed to be looking for something. Sofia’s heart sank into her stomach when she saw it and was snapped back to reality. The Commander’s promised technician had arrived and was dangerously close to finding the patch of disturbed earth where the Repomorph had tampered with the communication wires. The beast looked back down at the pitiful, needy human woman at its feet, and almost seemed to regret having to leave so soon. Without a sound, the Repomorph vanished once again, the only sign it wasn’t still in the room being the door to the guard room opening and closing slightly, leaving Sofia nothing but a filthy room and fleeting memories.

“That’s not fair,” Sofia whimpered aloud into the darkness, hands between her legs.

“That taste…” she thinks to herself. “You promised me I’d know what your sex bathed in mine would taste like…”

It took Sofia a few minutes to be able to move again. All she could do was whine and beg at the darkness for the creature to return, but it was hopeless. Sitting in a puddle of her own arousal and without the constant pheromonal reinforcement of the Repomorph around to keep her doubts at bay, it started to sink in what had just happened. A sense of terrible guilt swept over Sergeant Flores, and it was all she could do not to cry in shame at how easily she had surrendered to the aliens she had fought against for years. Trembling, she about managed to stand up and pull her pants back up to observe just how much of a mess she’d have to clean up if she didn’t want to get executed for treason. The console the Repomorph had smashed her into was covered in its slime that had run off her, even leaving flecks of it on the giant screens. Her natural lube covered the floor and chair, much to her shame. Even more problematically, she herself was a mess, her face and hair covered in slime and drool, with her fatigues, undershirt and bra ruined by slime and her bottoms ruined by cum. She needed to think of something fast, or else the shame of living with herself after being orally raped by a Dru’gari would be the least of her worries.

She started towards one of the closets in the room, hoping to find cleaning supplies, but instead noticed the technician at work on the monitor from when the Repomorph was searching for him. The electrician had found the hole and was analyzing it but was suddenly struck out of nowhere and dragged by an unseen force to a corner. Even with the low-quality recording of the security camera, Sofia could make out the Repomorph’s active camouflage. Something like joy returned to her heart when she saw that the alien didn’t kill the electrician, merely knocked him unconscious with one of its pheromone secretions. For one last time, the Repomorph uncloaked, looked directly at the guard camera Sofia was watching through, and nodded before disappearing again.

Sofia sunk back into her chair, her previous worries and dread held at bay for the moment by the sight of her corrupting lover. Checking the time, she figured it would be at least another hour before Command would send someone to check in on her. She slid down her pants and underwear again, her fingers finding their way to her cunt as she bit her lip. “There’s no harm in just a few more minutes of enjoyment, right?” She thought as she kicked off her fatigue bottoms. “It’s just burning off some steam so I can stay focused for the rest of watch.”

As Sofia’s eyes glazed over as she drifted into her fantasies, her recurring intrusive thoughts of being abducted, raped, and impregnated by the Dru’gari came to center stage in her mind. Instead of immediately banishing these thoughts like usual, Sofia dwells on them as she rubs her clit, using her tongue to savor the last bits of leftover slime still trapped in the hard-to-reach places in her mouth. At her core she knew how fucked it was masturbating to something so disturbing that had happened to her fellow soldiers, but the taboo only fanned the flames of her desire. As her free hand stroked her toned stomach and imagined what it’d feel like with a womb stuffed with eggs, she resolved she wouldn’t just track down the Repomorph again to be bred by, but every other kind of Dru’gari as well. With all her beautiful fantasies about how depraved all the new xeno cocks, ovipositors, and tails claiming her would be, she completely failed to notice the Repomorph slip inside the Bulwark as it was captured by one of her cameras, but even if she had seen, she wouldn’t have cared.

Hello everyone! This is a story set in a universe I'd like to play out an RP in with the theme being aliens, breeding, and corruption. This story itself is just a taste of what I think the general tone would be, and honestly if you actually read all that you're a trooper. The main gist of the story, and theme I'd like to RP, is that of a human in this world betraying their species in exchange for being fucked and transformed by their alien masters in increasingly depraved and exotic ways.

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. You don't need to play Sargent Flores specifically, nor would I even really expect you to. My number one favorite kinks are creativity and care, and if you would create your own character to play in a similar scenario to what our dear Sofia just went through, I'd be delighted. The biggest kinks that I think would lend themselves to this RP would be oviposition, breeding, humiliation/degradation, corruption, alien raceplay, cumplay, all the way through/huge/deep insertions, 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! If this prompt is open, it's up.