Lost and Consumed
An eastern dragon named Taboo is on a space ship going who knows where when aliens attack.
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Lost and Consumed
For 420balzeit
By Draconicon
Taboo was one of those that rather liked the feeling of being lost in space. There was something about the way that the stars twinkled through the viewing screens, something about the quiet that never seemed to end. The humming of the ship was intermittent, at best, and in the time when it was silent, when the engine wasn't running and they were just coasting, it was among the most beautiful, silent moments in existence.
The purple dragon laid out in all his slinky glory in his chambers, looking out the small viewport that he had. It was not much, and didn't do anything to enhance the distant starry wonders the way that the viewing ports on the bridge did, but it was better than nothing. And it was a hell of a lot better than any view that he would have had planetside.
I wonder what we're going to find next, the dragon thought, the eastern scaly leaning his head back down. One leg was folded over the other, tapping to an unheard rhythm, his tail following suit. There's so much out there to see, so much out there that we haven't found yet. And there's still years until we're due back home. I wonder -
Thunk.
In the dead-engine silence, there was no missing the sound of something hitting the hull. It wasn't the first time that had happened, but it was the first time that it was a big enough impact to shake the entire ship. Taboo was almost knocked right out of his bed, and as he struggled back to his feet, the warning klaxons began to sound.
"Alert. Alert. Hull breach in progress. Hull breach in progress. Decks four through six sealing off."
He was on deck seven, but there were plenty of people just below. Taboo groaned, throwing himself out the door. If there were injured, he needed to be on the stairs to help them get from one level to another.
He had just left the corridor and passed through the bulkhead when one of the doors down below was blasted right off its hinges. The eastern dragon threw himself to the floor, the metal slab clanging off the wall just beside him, and then falling down with a massive dent in the side.
"What the..."
Dragging himself to the edge of the stairway, he looked down. If one of the other decks had been depressurized, there should have been a sudden suction downwards, everything being pulled in that direction. The fact that it hadn't was encouraging, but what -
The giant purple tentacle that stuck out of the lower bulkhead drew his eyes immediately, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not look away. His jaw fell open as he stared at the thick, alien thing, and it took him a moment or two to realize that there were crew members around it, stumbling around.
His cry for help died in his throat as he saw that each of them had been changed. There was something long, dangly, and purple hanging out of the back of each of their heads, their faces blank and their eyes starting to ooze with a purple goo. Their mouths were following suit as they shambled forward like zombies, their arms outstretched and their movements jerky and weak.
"What the hell..."
He'd barely muttered the words, but it seemed to get the attention of the tentacle. It suddenly whipped about, the thick tip jabbing at the catwalk under him. He rolled to the side at the last second, barely avoiding getting spitted by it. Lunging to his feet, the dragon rolled back through the bulkhead, slamming the door behind him.
BANG! BANG! The tentacle slammed into it with all the force of a freight train, not just denting the bulkhead door, but making the metal all around it sag inwards. It was impossible, yet...yet, there was no way to mistake it. Whatever that tentacle was, it was fearsomely strong, and it was after him.
He turned and ran, beating feet as fast as he could towards the far end of the ship. If the other stairway was still intact, then maybe there was a chance to get to the bridge. If they could hit the boosters before the creature reached the engines, then they had a chance to get the ship to safety. Or at the very least, they could send out a panic signal, if the captain hadn't done so -
CRUNCH!
The floor erupted out in front of him, the metal shredding around more and more of the tentacles. These ones were smaller, no wider than his forearm, but they were long and dexterous, slimy and thick.
They flailed for him, driving him back, pushing him away from the far end of the ship. The eastern dragon dodged left, then right, but they always knew where he was going, always managed to get ahead of him.
Crap, crap, crap!
He was pinned, the banging behind him getting louder. For a second, he wondered if he could wait, if the door breaking off would fly out like the last one did and take out some of the tentacles, but he dismissed the idea as soon as he thought of it. All that would do is knock out a few of them, at most. They were too many to be taken out like that.
No, he needed a different idea. A -
One of the tendrils came faster than the others, and he saw it too late. He tried to jump away -
Thunk.
And knocked his legs out from under him. He hit the floor, rolled to his side -
"AH!"
Only for the tentacle to jam itself into the back of his head. It wiggled through his scales, pushing into his neck in a way that shouldn't have been possible without agonizing pain. His mouth hung open, his body going limp and slack as he slumped to the floor.
Pump.
"Ahhhhh...ahhhh..."
He gasped for breath as it felt like the tentacle was pumping something hot and soothing down his spine. It was like a hot shower, except that this brought more than relaxation with it. It brought something mind-numbing, something delicious, something sinful.
It brought pleasure.
He moaned as his cock throbbed in his jumpsuit, pushing forward and swelling up almost immediately. It was the only stiff part of him, and his hands, on instinct, tried to go down there to tease it, to play with it. However, he was too weak, too limp and relaxed to be able to move even a little bit.
Instead, he laid there, his eyes staring straight ahead as the tentacle pumped again. He felt the bulge of liquid running into the back of his neck, the sudden pressure on his spine before it dissipated again. He let out a long, shaky sigh that turned into a moan as the pressure of the ooze went up and down his back, making his scales swell where it moved, and then making them feel...feel nice and...relaxed...and happy...
He giggled slightly as the goo continued to slide into him, filling him up and then oozing through his body. Every pump made him harder, every filling made him feel nice and soft rather than a bit hard and stiff as all dragons tended to complain of feeling. He moaned and giggled and laughed, his cock throbbing harder and harder until -
Pump.
RIIIIIP!
It had been growing with every pump, and the latest forced his cock to rip right through his jumpsuit, falling out into the open and staining the floor with his pre-cum. Except...had his pre-cum always been purple?
The tentacle in his neck pulled, and he was dragged up to his feet again, staring down the hallway. The other tentacles were gone, leaving nothing more than a hole in the floor. Through it, he could see other members of the crew that had been caught, some of them with the beginnings of a purple ooze around their face and mouths. They were getting coated with it, and it took him a second to realize that they were masks made of the alien creature, a way for them to survive when the big alien dislodged itself from the ship.
They were...they were hosts...children...children carriers?
He groaned as another pump ran into his neck, down his spine, into his cock. He throbbed upwards again, his cock now almost two feet long and getting longer, pointing forward and spitting purple pre across the ground. It landed with slimy splats, and he could see it bubbling, thick and heavy in a way that pre-cum should never be. It was wrong, it was weird, but he felt so good...
Taboo opened his mouth wide, his tongue happily lolling out as his spit turned purple, too. The dragon was starting to drip, not just from his mouth and cock, but from his very scales. It was like he was slowly being converted into a piece of the tentacle creature, as if he was slowly becoming one of them.
He took a step, and he left ooze behind, a footprint of pure purple slime left in the floor. He watched it, then giggled as he saw it slowly rising up as a new tentacle, a new, little one that would serve as a trap for anyone that came through later.
One of them, one of them, one of them, he thought, feeling more excited with every utterance of the phrase. One of them. One of them! ONE OF THEM!
Taboo would have screamed it at the top of his lungs, save for the sudden pressure on the back of his head. The tentacle pumped into him again, and he understood what he was supposed to do.
The dragon slid back against the wall, his increasingly ooze-like body smooshing against the metal and creating a sort of cage, a set of restraints for himself. He was so malleable that he felt like he could become almost a living prison for someone, if he really wanted to. He could have someone pushed into his gooey body, become their prison by holding them inside of his body, and then...
Then fucking them?
Yes, fucking them. His huge cock sliding into them, changing them from the inside out. The tentacle ooze must spread...
It must spread...
All must be one of them.
One of us, he thought, feeling himself bubble away. One of us...
The End