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Escape had not been easy. Not really. He had bred the hermaphrodite orca and her copy, lured a fox into his cage the same way he had lured the orca and bred her while the orcas gave birth to his larvae.

While the scientists were worrying about the laboring orcas and while the vixen gasped for breath, clutching her swollen belly full of his eggs and seed, he made his escape. He hugged the walls as he rushed out into the laboratory and the corridors beyond.

Unlike the flesh, scales, and fur these creatures on this planet had, his body possessed the ability to bend light around itself. If someone wasn't looking for him, they would never see the faint distortion his form had as it mimicked the wall he slid along perfectly.

Apex predators, his species had long ago evolved skills and abilities needed to maintain their position at the top of the food chain on a harsh and hostile planet. This place was tame by comparison, giving him an edge he had not revealed to these people while he was under surveillance.

Finding his way across the facility to the hanger where his starship was being dissected hadn't been a problem. Ensuring it was intact enough to fly without being detected was. It was easily the hardest pre-flight walk around he had ever taken. Many of the components had been stripped, but the cloak remained, as did his impulse drive. Many of the weapon systems had been dislodged and set aside, but he didn't care. Let them destroy themselves. It would save his people the trouble.

At the very least it would speed along the process.

Satisfied with the drones-to-be he left behind in the base, he started up the loading ramp of his vessel without a moment to spare. Warning sirens blared overhead and red lights flashed in all corners. He rushed onto the ship even as many of the scientists on board rushed off to see what was going on. Slipping by them was tricky in the narrow white-washed passages on board his vessel, but it was easy enough.

Maybe not all of them, he mused as a fluffy tailed squirrel trailed behind, looking longingly over her shoulder. He watched her as she stopped at the top of the ramp and called down after her companions.

"Let me know what's going on! I want to see what that stuff is made of!" She turned and rushed past him again. In her eagerness to solve whatever equation it was she stumbled upon, she never saw him close the ramp and seal it shut.

He followed behind her, parting his beak in an inward smirk as he watched her disappear through the hatch into a large, empty room with a circular mat of green, gelatin-like material. Unlike edible gelatin, this was much more solid and while it gave way and jiggled like one would expect, even his tail could not pierce it or pull it apart.

His breeding room would be a nice place for her to stay. His body materialized seemingly from nowhere as it no longer bent the light around itself. He stared in at her as she knelt oblivious beside the breeding mat. She would be a delicious conquest.

He barely heard her gasp as the hatch closed with the same startling efficiency he expected from his doors on his ship. Satisfied the scientist wasn't going anywhere, he rushed into the cockpit and initiated the startup sequence.

Before any kind of attempt could be made to stop him, or any defense to bar his way, the ship was rushing through the air and into the night sky. The hull plate, like his natural camouflage, bent light around itself, disappearing completely from both vision and any kind of sensors they had. Maybe. Those aircraft didn't seem to have detected him, but they had still managed to take him by surprise and knock him out of the sky, somehow.

Best to stay low. He kept the starship as low as he trusted his reflexes to go. He stared into the night sky, his eyes showing him the terrain just ahead in multiple spectrums. Mostly flat desert, but there were large hills, small mountains, valleys and ancient riverbeds. And in the distance, a small little settlement.

He knew better than to stop so close to the base he had just escaped, but perhaps just a quick stop would be enough that he would not be detected. After all, he had a task to complete.

Coming to a slow descent, he gently landed the vessel behind one of the large hills nearby the settlement and shut it down. The cloak would best be left engaged, he knew. He would be abler to find it again. As he came out into the cool night air, he sealed the loading ramp behind himself and trotted over the hill toward the settlement.

Again, his flesh and exoplates bent light around him, masking him almost perfectly in the darkness of the nearly-moonless night. It was a simple task, walking through the dimly lit streets seeking out his prey. The inhabitants slept soundly. Unfortunately, most of them did not sleep alone. Many dwelt together. Two, three, sometimes as many as six slept under one roof.

Then he found one who slept alone in a large house, and a female to boot! He stared at the feline's sleeping form through the window. As black as he was, she was a young, lithe creature with an ample breast and wide hips.

But she wasn't sleeping! Her body shifted and rolled over to face the window he peered through. One of her hands was buried between her legs, pushing a pair of fingers into her womanhood while the other hand clutched at her chest.

It would seem his luck was changing! He lifted his claws, carefully slipping the razor sharp appendages between the window and its frame to undo the latch. It slid open noiselessly and he slipped into the bedroom without a moment's hesitation.

The female was purring deeply. Her breathing came heavily and little squeaks escaped her muzzle as she rubbed her sopping insides. He stared down at her as he stood at her bedside. She stared straight threw him without any idea how close he was. Oblivious to her fate, the feline gasped and moaned as her movements became more frantic.

As she neared her climax, her muzzle opened and she drew in deep, moaning breaths. Her back arched and her mouth flew open wide.

He stifled her moan, plunging one of his long, soft tentacles into her mouth. The feline's eyes widened and she clamped down on his tentacle. Pain lanced through the appendage, but her teeth were not quite sharp enough to pierce his flesh. Not yet. Before she could bite harder on the invading appendage, he allowed himself to become visible to her.

Her eyes grew larger, if possible. She opened her mouth wide and clutched at the tentacle with her moist hands. She tried to scream, but it was her undoing. He pushed his tentacle down her throat. He wasted little time. He pulled the tip of the appendage back out until he felt the roughness of her tongue again then plunged back in. Her hands did little to stop his smooth tentacle as pale blue excrement began to coat each of the six tentacles.

His pheromones filled the air. His natural lubricant slid across her tongue. Her pupils dilated and her hands gripped in far less desperation than before and much more desire. Her lips closed around his tentacle and she began to suckle eagerly. But her eyes never left his alien visage.

Her legs parted and one of her hands dipped between them as if to continue what she had been doing when he invaded her home. He beat her to it and plunged one of his slick tentacles into her hot folds.

The feline gasped around his tentacle and arched her back, thrusting her back toward him. It was the opening he needed. As her body arched upward, he slid one of his tentacles around her waist and lifted her into the air above her disheveled bedding.

As he fucked her throat and pussy, a third tentacle slid up toward her floating body, eager to join its counterparts. The tip slid up beneath her tail and prodded against her tight tailhole. Her eyes pled with him, but her body bucked against his appendage as it forced her body open and disappeared inside.

She squealed, a mixture of fear and ecstasy tearing at her throat as his slick tendrils plunged into all of her orifices. Her belly bulged obscenely outward, each of his tentacles outlined clearly beneath her taut bellyfur. He stared at the outlines of his tentacles thrusting deep into her body. He plunged deep into her bowels, sliding easily into the depths of her belly deeper than any of this planet could have hoped to reach while the other plundered her womb.

Even as her body bucked eagerly against him, he could feel and see her becoming fertile. His pheromones permeated the air, filling her nostrils with every deep breath she took. Every whiff of his scent wiped away the fear and replaced it with a deep desire not only for his contact, but for what he was most definitely going to give her.

Through each of the three tentacles thrusting into her body, he felt his eggs begin to move. The soft flesh of each tendril began to bulge outward again and again as each of the pliable orbs moved down their lengths and into her body.

His tentacles pushed deep into her belly from all sides and stilled as the eggs traveled closer to their destination. The tightness of her throat spread outward and bulged as eggs traveled in a slow procession down her gullet. Likewise, her stretched pussy spread even wider as his eggs pushed up through her birth canal to be deposited deep in her womb. Her tailhole was the tightest of all.

Her backside struggled to maintain its shape, regardless that he had long since stretched her open with his fucking appendage. The eggs nearly backed up in his elastic limb, but at last her body lost its struggle and they surged into her bowels.

She swelled quickly. Her belly grew with innumerable small lumps all crammed into the same space I three different organs. Only one was needed to incubate. The others would absorb the eggs and integrate his DNA into her own to better prepare her to propagate the species. If his luck held, he would not be the only one of his species to fill her body with young.

As the procession of his unfertilized eggs ceased, he pulled his tentacles slowly out of her body, careful to ensure none of the eggs escaped her quivering form. Whether she shook as she teetered on the cusp of orgasm or wept, he didn't know. He carefully laid her swollen, round body on the bed she had been masturbating on and dragged her hips toward the edge he hovered over.

His ridged phallus emerged from its protective pouch behind his groin exoplate, rigid and ready. He wrapped his two remaining tentacles around her thighs and spread her legs wide. She stared up at him, wanton desire clear in her dilated eyes. Her tail flicked beneath her as he pressed his tip into her body and she mewled like a kitten as her body spread around him once more.

Each ridge that popped into her abused pussy brought a squeak or squeal to her lips. Each of these was amplified as he dragged them back out then plunged back into her belly again.

Her body shook, rocking almost violently against his thrusting hips each time they slammed against her own. His beak parted and he began hissing as his own bodily pleasure began to radiate outward from his groin. Her tight folds squeezing him, milking him for what they both knew was coming, only drew him closer to his inevitable climax.

He pulled her back to meet his every thrust into her and she bucked her heavy body against him as best as she could. He could tell it was awkward for her, but she was learning quickly. Her hands pressed tightly against the globe of her belly and her back arched again. She yowled loudly as her body quaked around him.

The feline's orgasm drew him with her. He forced his length deep into her belly, piercing her womb with little effort. His tip lanced into her deepest sanctuary, forcing aside the multitude of his eggs as he gave one final swell. His sheer size sealed her body as he began to dump copious amounts of his aphrodisiac-laced seed into her belly. Her middle swelled outward, growing noticeably as he filled her and fertilized his eggs. As many as her body could sustain, he knew.

After several minutes of standing there, crouched over the exhausted feline, he drew his length out of her with a wet pop. She gasped and quivered, but made no move. Her lids hung low over her eyes, threatening to fall at any moment.

He clicked his beak at her and leaned down to nuzzle her belly. It was not she that he graced with his affections, but the next generation of invaders swimming in his seed.

Closing his beak again, he stepped back and admired the round feline fighting slumber there on her bed before him. Now, it was going according to plan.

He slipped out into the darkness and jogged back toward his ship. His tentacles coiled along his back slowly and he lost himself in his thoughts, in his plans. Everything had gone to parts when he was shot down. The task was simple: Land on a planet rich with resources and breed.

Invaders had one of the most coveted tasks in the colony. The others were tasked with rationing resources, transforming them into valuable assets, defending the colony ships. Things of that nature. And most importantly, seeing to the safety of the queen. Invader drones were given a life of danger, certainly, but it was one wrought with pleasures untold. Any species, any gender, so long as it was large enough could incubate drones.

Breed enough, spread invader seed far and wide, and eventually the world's population would be overwhelmed and consumed, leaving the resources ripe for the picking.

The creature returned to his ship and looked back over his shoulder, as if to the settlement beyond the hill's crest. Tempted as he was to stay and breed more, he knew one drone would be enough to decimate the population. In only a few weeks' time, most of the surviving peoples there would be swollen with another generation of invader eggs, ready to lay and be bred again.

Confident that his work was finished and eager to escape further detection by the nearby military forces, he rushed up the ramp of his vessel and sealed the hatch once again. He paused beside the door of his breeding room and tilted his head.

Dull thuds and faint crying. He heard the squirrel within, imagined her terror at realizing she had been abducted by a creature they had only learned about a week before. She probably knew all about the orca and her copy, both bred and ready to give birth in a little over a fortnight.

The temptation was there, but no. Anticipation, it certainly made it much more enjoyable, didn't it? He stared at the hatch for a moment longer then turned and made his way into the cockpit once again. The engines roared to life and the craft lifted into the air.

With the cloak still engaged, the small starship darted over the landscape, ducking around mesas and gliding through dry lake beds. He couldn't help but wonder. What would the fate of his young in the military facility be? Would they be killed, dissected? Would they be kept alive for study about his species' physiology, how they functioned and what made them tick?

Had the fox been discovered, round and soaked with her own excrement and his neon blue seed? Would all three females be kept in containment? The orca had certainly been up and about as her belly swelled with his larva, but she had held a great deal of authority, he observed.

A little quiver rushed through him, causing his exoskeleton's plates to rattle against one another as the desert below gave way to forest and mountains. In a month, maybe the orca would instate herself as a sort of 'queen' in that instillation. She had authority. She had brains, brawn, a fit body. An invader's genome rarely altered another creature so much as to create a new Queen, but it did happen. Oft times the offshoot colony was absorbed into the main colony, but not always. Other times it was left along and contained to one planet.

Perhaps, just perhaps the orca would be this world's Queen in the years to come, mutated and transformed as her womb was filled again and again with invader offspring. A part of him was thrilled at the prospect.

He'd only met The Queen once, before he was sent out. As was customary, they had copulated. He had filled her abdomen with eggs, his tentacles enveloped completely with her own larger, hollow tentacles. He had stared in fear and exhilaration up at her massive carapace perched on top of his own, rocking lewdly against his phallus imbedded in her abdomen's underside.

Then he was sent away with a singular mission. The prospect that upon completion of his mission, he would return to the facility in which he was imprisoned only to find another young, eager queen ready for eternal copulation was exciting beyond words. He clicked his beak and shook the thought from his head. It was a very small possibility, and not one he should be looking forward to.

He refocused his attention on the mountain range he was speeding east into. He had quite a few more places in this world he needed to visit. There were many continents with many people, some more advanced than others, some much less likely to be discovered than most. This world was ripe for the taking, and he was going to take as much of its population as he could.