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It's the 41st millennium. Twitter fights and social media feuds were bad enough in the 21st century. But now? Look at what drama hath wrought. -> Mold monsters turned white trash drive their space tractors into shit. -> Terminator thinks he's in Egypt. -> C.J. and Grove Street have got too much tan and wear dinosaur armor. And that's not including the other homies pullin' drive-by's on everything not human. All for a clean-shaven Snoop Dogg in a Crunk Chair. You've heard of a Crunk Cup? Well, there's a chair now. Dammit. -> Vulcan women + Voodoo feminists - samurai swords ÷ Nicki Minaj (as president of Rivendell*)?Space = _ **Eldar*._ -> Native American cockatiels and oriental fish-men are trying to preach Taoism. Through Communism. In Space. -> The vampires from 30 Days of Night have formed a 90's R&B sexy band. -> And the guys from Dead Presidents, Full Metal Jacket, Saving Private Ryan, and Aliens are trying to fight everyone with laser pointers. -> Oh, and there's this...cult, if you want to call it that. It's like if Gwar, DMX, Marilyn Manson, Lindsay Lohan, and Cardi B all came together and founded a church. Unhhhh.....

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"GGRRRRRRRUNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Thot grunts while squatting low over a fresh pile of black soil. She sits her dripping, swollen groin into the soil and grunts hard and loud.

It's been several weeks since she got down with the whip bush. And ever since, she's become a fan of being tied up, spanked, gagged, blindfolded and fucked like a bad girl named Susan. But that's besides the point. Her stomach has swollen, and her puffy little chest buds have popped out into hanging little goblin breasts: firm, round, green. And a bit veiny, but still. C'mon.

"AUNHHHH MORK!!!" she screams as her tall green ears skint back against her head. Sweat runs down her face and neck, plastering her pixie haircut to her head. "GYUNHH!" she bites her bottom lip, and fights not to start cumming. Out of her anus pushes something like a long, hard rubbery dildo. It's edges are beaded, only making pushing it out all the more a anal adventure. "WUNHHH!" she huffs, cumming hard as all the beads along the hard, smooth purple "dildo" eases out her anus and plops to the pile of fresh soil. Her anus pushes out a waterfall of greenish fluid that comes with the seed. Then, her anus pushes out again as another is "birthed."

"OH, ZOG DIS SHIT!" she screams, her spread open legs shivering. She sits squatted low like a goblin Nicki Minaj, giving birth to beaded "dildos" out her ass and pussy.

Tweenk does flaming little jumps in excitement and Klitflik stands there twirling her wild white hair around a thick green finger.

"I 'unt get it..." the orkette groans as she too is squatted over a pile of soil, also "birthing" these seeds.

"I gotz a theory, yeah?!" Tweenk grabs the dildo-like seeds and the nutrient-rich "cum" that she shoots out with each one and takes to burying them in his weird little alien garden. "See, you girlz ain't like normal orks. Somethin' on diz planet changed ya. ...heh, changed me too..." he laughs, running his red claws through his thick, shoulder-length pink hair. "But, see...I was finkin' about what Klitflik said. And I gotz a idea..."

Tweenk has noticed his girlz have more than one weird little feature like a number of alien plants. And he's hoping they've got the most important one he's after. The gene-copycat plant. A plant that copies the strengths of a foreign plant and gives that trait to it's own babies. But, the downside is for that to happen, the plant must gulp an over-abundance of sperm. Just for a few seeds. If Tweenk can maybe, just maybe, find some orky traits in these seeds...he may have found step 1 in getting a mob of boyz...er, girlz....and getting the hell off this planet.

The piles of soil where Tweenk had planted the seeds that his girlz pushed out still sit empty. He jumps up and down, raging like a temper-tantrum-throwing drag queen.

He's had his grrlz fuck plant after plant, and still...nothing.

The night sky begins to flash oddly. If this was a planet inhabited with cities and towns, Tweenk wouldn't pay it any attention. But since nothing but plants are here, and the three orkoids are the only sentient beings on the planet, this is a cause for alarm. In all Tweenk's years, he's never seen lights like that. At least...not on this planet. They're purple beams and even flashes of black light. There is no sound whatsoever. He swings his hips as he walks, having a more girly sashay than a typical gobbo's gibbon-like swagger. As he walks, he almost trips when a budding large fungus trips his small girly feet wrapped in his green and yellow striped tube socks made from sewn together giant leaves. He looks down at the large, green mushroom with it's velvety-smooth pink head. It's small, but it's growing. And half limp, laid down and covered by wet dirt.

"Da fuck..?." He pokes a long pink claw at it. It feels thick and flaccid, more like raw meat than a typical mushroom. He rubs it, and it seems to very, very slowly begin to swell up, like a empty sock very very slowly being filled with toothpaste. The thicker it becomes, the more it starts to rise upward and lay on the ground less.

"Hunhh....?" He squats down, and wraps his girly hand around the stalk. It starts thickening faster and rising up even more. His thumb slides along the velvety mushroom cap, which swells twice as big. A dollop of white fluid, like milk, runs from the top of the head. He smiles a slutty, sharp-toothed grin and tastes the white fluid, sliding his tongue along his lips while enjoying the salty-sweet flavor. His red eyes then snap over to look out the side of his face at his grrlz with a clever grin.

"Oy! Laydeez, lemme ask ya. Wot's a girl's fav-rut ting?"

The goblin and orc look at one another confused.

"Flowaz, pretty fings?" mumbles the orcess.

"Atten-chun. Lotz 'n' LOTZ of atten-chun. 'N' luv. Lotza dat. And mos definitely Uh-mayzin oh-gasms...." smiles the

goblinette.

. "Troo, troo. But I meenz...wut does a girl REALLY like?"

The female greenskins look at each other, then back at Tweenk. Thot pops her lip out in a duck-face pout of air-headed thought. And Klitflik taps her claw on her green chin, trying to think further. After 10 seconds of silence, Tweenk shouts his answer."SHIT!"

"Shit?"

"We duz?"

"YAH! Ain't nuffin' in da wurl a girl luvs more den sum good ol' fashunn, unnecessary, loud mouf BULLSHIT!"

"...we wot, mate?" "I...I ain't sure bout dat..."

"Oh really? Okay den. Heh! Tell me, how'd you girlz feel if I'ze said d'erez some bitchez ovah d'ere?!"

"So wot?"

"Maybe they ain'tz bitchez."

"Oh? Well, dem ovah d'ere say dey WAY bettah lookin' den you. AND, AND, dey say yur hurr lookz like fungus weavez."

"BITCH!!!" screams the orkette, jumping to her feet. "LIKE, NUH! A BITCH AIN'T GONNA BITCH A BITCH LIKE A BITCH! SHE IZ DUH BITCH, NOT DIS BITCH! DAT BITCH HO DUH BITCH!"

Tweenk rubbed his hands together and eyed the gobliness trying to calm her orc friend down.

"Dem hoez ovah d'ere sez boff uh y'all STAY lookin' like all yur clothes cum from da trash pile. Dey said "Ho, you scared." All ovah ya twittah."

The gobliness' usual careful manner falls away to reveal a bubbling, hysterical, screaming rage. She didn't know what a "Twittah" was, but her female instincts kicked into explosive, raging overdrive. Her red eyes flash, her green face blazes red and she laughs a loud, long fake laugh. One hand on the hip like a pissed redneck chick.

"OH HELL NAW! WHAT KINDA YEE-YEE, TRACTOR PLOW BITCH GON' GET LEARNT TUH-DAY!! DATS FUH DAMN SHAW!!"

Tweenk's brow raised in confusion for a minute. How in the hell did her yell start out a question, but just dive turn bomb into a statement? The fuck is a "tractor-plow bitch?" What the fu-...never mind. Greenskins can get dumb sometimes. He smiled with smugness and looked down at his hand while rubbing his nails together.

"I know, but...snff....dey thumbsed-ded down all yo' shit."

The gobliness screamed at the top of her lungs with blazing red eyes and grabbing both sides of her thick, short pixie haircut. The orc flexed her big green hands in preparation to slap a bitch and pull some hair.

"DEY CAN CASH UZ OUTSIIIIIIDDDDEEE!!!! HOW BOW DAH?!?!?!" she screamed in shrieking fem-ork fury.

And in response, Tweenk only made it worse. He rubbed his rose-thorn-like claws together nonchalantly and remarked as if bored: "Dem hoez is laffin'."

"DUH HOEZ IZ LAFFIN'?!?!" The huge, muscular thighs of the orkette shuddered with adrenaline and rage. She had as much muscle and density in her ass and butt as a boy did in his upper body.

"Yup."

Her red eyes blazed with fury. The short-haired goblin girl jumped around like a jumping bean on fury and caffeine. "DEM HOEZ IZ LAFFFFINNNN?!?!"

"Yuuup."

"WUZZA DAT MEEN?!?!"

"...snff...wut I juss sed."

That was all it took. Just to know that the hoes were laughing was enough. How dare those hoes, especially being self-aware of their hoe-dom, laugh! At her! Just laughin', yup, and talked to your man. Tweenk found that trailer park / hoodrat ass button in these greenskin grrlz. The urge to waaagh! didn't seem to be in them. But, convince them some ol' bitch was talking shit about them and their friends? And then, that hoe was laughing? That's all it takes.

Waaagh?Star.

"Dey all on yur gram, just a laffin'!" he screamed, pointing in the direction he saw the purple lights flicker. The two green girlz flew off in a raging fit towards the direction. That's all it took. Even boyz weren't this easy to rev up into starting some shit. He ran his fingers through his thick skater-girl hair and admired his thick nails that looked like blue-tipped rose thorns. Then, back at the now fully erect green mushroom with purple head rising out of the ground like a huge green dildo. It dripped and leaked white milky nectar all down itself, and he licked his lips with lust. Lust...something powerful and new in him since he began changing on this planet. Something more powerful than the urge for war. She stroked his hand over the purple head and then slid his white goo soaked fingers up between his buttocks slow and sensually, before pushing his fingers up his blue anus.

As his fingers worked inside, he confirmed to himself that the cock head of this mushroom was so damn similar to the purple seed of the bondage bush. Even the fluid it leaked smelled like the slick, leaky lube the bush leaks itself. But this mushroom had more living cock built in it than just fungus or plant. The same cock that was a seed planted in Thot just weeks ago.

Tweenk flipped his hair and squatted low over the huge, rigid toy. He sat down on it, letting the head push and kiss against his anus, and breathed in a whispery laugh of triumph, loving his own smarts, and putting his own ideas into motion. Obviously, if THIS is what comes from a ork girl knocked up with a plant seed, then...

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A huge black ship, that looks like a Star Wars Tattooine sail barge that's been converted to fit in with a 90's Jodeci music video, hovers down into the dense tropical forest of the alien planet. As the doors slid open, the inside of the ship looked even more unusually like something from a US 90's R&B sex video mixed with German BDSM and...whips. The ship hovered about 2 or 3 feet from the ground, and in the open doorway walked a being who looked human. His skin was black, with hints of green here or there. His ears jutted high in points, and white hair formed a unholy halo around his head. He wore nothing but MC Hammer pantsbaggy pants of dried skin and held a large sword that more in common with the blade on a paper trimmer. Beside him stood two others of his species, except their skin was white. Literally white. They were bald headed, with almond-shaped eyes, a button nose, thick lips, high cheek bones and cut jaw. They wore black leather and carried nightmarish blades on their wrists or in place of their hands. The entire trio was Mandrakes.

They leapt off the black and purple barge and the moment their feet hit the ground, they seemed to vanish from sight. Only some slight swirls of darkness giving away where they just were.

Helledaerk Krinj Eevulassanaym sped through the uninhabited jungle. The planet was completely confirmed on scans by the Dark Eldar force as uninhabited by any life but plants. But oh, what matter of plants there were. The haemonculus, the dark space elf dope man dark eldar's evil doctor, wanted samples and first-hand accounts of what was here. But this planet was large, and so, some armed exploratory forces are being scattered about to get samples, take pictures, and such. Their haemonculus sat back in the ship, Stabuhbish Endungivvuhfuk, genius botanist and chemist, fondled his long, sharp instruments of pain and surgery as he looked at the reflection of his own pale face with wide flat nose, high cheek bones, and razor-like teeth.

The sounds of whimpering could be heard in his personal laboratory as he smiled, turning around with a metal glove that seemed like something out of a BDSM queen's fantasy to be brutalized and dominated with. He laughed low and dominantly in his "office", which smelled of metal, leather, all manner of chemical concoctions, and the scent of sweat and pain. And orgasm. Hot, steaming orgasm. The "office" looked more like a operating room with purple dim lights instead of white ones, and walls made of black or red tiles. Before him was a woman who seemed human, but something was a bit "off" about her humanity. Her eyes were a bit bigger than the average human's, her ears were pointed, and her long hair had a slightly odd quality to each follicle, making them look more like hair-sized weeping willow leaves. They were thick, red feathers actually, that a human would mistake for her. Her bright yellow eyes were blindfolded behind a leather and metal brace that went around her face, and a huge purple gag shaped like a penis clogged her entire mouth. Drool ran down her chin as she breathed long and hard. Her ample ass was blazing red from spankings: all kinds of spankings. Around her waist was something like a metal belt, and from it rose skinny robotic arms that terminated into little robotic hands with three fingers: each fingertip a metal ball.

And these fingers pinched her nipples, squeezed them, and spun clockwise to constantly keep her nipples locked in a constant state of pinching, rubbing, twirling, pulling, pushing teasing, and sometimes even sucking by using fake rubber mouths in the "palms" of the robotic hands. She was standing up, well...more like hung by her wrists from a metal "flying saucer" that hovered above her head. Her feet were locked into the floor of the platform she hung above, and rubber mouths sucked and slurped her feet with fake tongues that vibrated and tickled her. A machine behind her, shaped like a metal butt plug, with all manner of bumps, ridges, twirling tip, and "rabbit" nudges on it slid up her ass. Every time the machine would "thrust" up her anus, a leather "seat" would slap up with it, spanking both her ass cheeks to jiggle like peach-colored jello. The entire floor of the platform she hung from was slick and almost a teeny, tiny pool of cum from the rivers of lust that ran down her inner thighs.

"How are you doing, Spayszel?" he laughed in a voice like a arrogant Morgan Freeman. She wouldn't respond, only gasp loud muffles into her gag as the slow, rhythmic pounding continued and her entire breasts swelled double their size from arousal.

"Nothing to say? And here, I thought the brave and bold Spayszel Dah would be defiant. Loud. Even uncouth. Downright cruel, I figured.

Her lips around the black mechanical cock that is gagging her suddenly tighten in anger. He smiles, knowing that she could hear him.

"You know...these machines are funny. First, you hate 'em. Then? Then you get used to them. Then, with enough time around 'em? You love 'em."

She shook her head angrily, making the mechanical collar, that massaged and kissed her neck inside, jingle.

"Ohhh, I know you don't want to love 'em. But you do. Your body says so. It's tellin' on ya. And if enough time passes? You'll be addicted to 'em."

"MMMFFF!!!"

He fiddled with the large mechanical hand on his right hand, causing parts to shift and change. A long, thin metal tube sticks out, then parts into a pincer claw, with two small injection needles on the sides. A green fluid drips from each tip of what looks like a robotic ant's mandibles.

"It always makes me laugh." he smiled, speaking in such a loving, wise and handsome manner. "Eldar heroine. Good fine woman, of course. Clean. "Pure." I guess maybe that's just a nice way to say "corruptable." I know what you think of me, Seer. Probably thinking I'm "Dark." Or twisted, maybe. Something along those lines. But things like that, to me, are just...just some made up words. Some words long ago made up just so a young woman like yourself has a comparison chart to feel better about herself. To take a bullshit concept of things, and try to fix 'em so they fit right on in with some made up old ideal some fool millennia ago made up to make hers own self feel better. Or maybe, maybe, she was just crazy and needed to explain away why she wasn't fitting in with everyone else. But then, why wouldn't she? Who wants to stand out in a crowd, and feel all those judgin' eyes on you? I know I don't."

Her plump, naked breasts heaved up and down as her body tensed and her knees buckled. Still hanging from the ceiling, she shuddered and breathed hard, defiant not to scream in the 100th orgasm she's just had. And to make it worse, they increase in intensity with every damn one. She's wide awake, and all her senses are alive. She feels like someone so filled with lust that they can't go one more step without rushing somewhere hidden and furiously masturbating themselves into a leaking, squirting mess. Her body is hot, her every erogenous zone is a slow whirling storm of life and excitement.

She can hear him step closer. She hates how good he smells. He smells like masculinity, gentleness, leather and confidence. He smells SOOO good. Just smelling him is making her crotch squelch. She hates how much she wants him to just fuck her like an animal and impregnate her here and now. She hates him. She suddenly hears the mechanical whir of his robotic glove, and can sense it's cold "crab claw" slide along her jutting, hard nipple. It's cold, hard, and inhuman. The warmth is that which exudes from his own body heat. She heaves deeper, feeling a dark lust inside.

"I'll be upfront with you, young lady. There's gonna be a bit of a sting..."

She braces herself, and hates how nice he is about...about all of this. Suddenly, a hard pinching pressure feels like a hard finger pinch on her nipple. She gasps loud through her gag, feeling something like warm, tingling sensations simply fill her nipple till it's hot. This tingling heat fill her entire breast with a warm ocean of higher temperature. Her pointed ears blaze red as a tomato, as does her nose, lips, cheeks, chest, and even her ass-cheeks. Already red from the spanking. The foggy ocean of heat and tingle in her breast seems to "leak" down her belly, filling her bellybutton (just behind the skin and making her skin prickle), and then leak down into her already swollen and hot pussy. Her clitoris swells even bigger and feels burning hot, so hard that it's almost numb, and screaming to be flicked. The torturous doctor squats low and blows hot air on her clit. She does little mini jumps in her bindings, whining and gasping just for it to be touched. Something. Anything.

"unnnnnNNNHHHrrrr..."

"Looks like there goes that temper again. Gettin' all riled up, Madam Seer?"

"Mmmffng!"

"Well, that just ain't nice. Anyway, I was curious." He brings the instrument to her other breast. Her jutting hard nipple feels something like a vibrating thimble suction on her nipple with a loud _shkyupcmk!_sound. The inside feels soft and squeezing, like a tiny little mouth. This is followed by something that, for her not being able to see, feels like a warm, wet mouth glomping onto her entire breast, sucking, kneading and rolling it's lips against the flesh of it. She grits her teeth, struggling to not cum again and give him the satisfaction of seeing it. As her breast is suckled, her nipple is manipulated to pulse and move as if she's lactating. But it's reverse-lactation. A suckling machine that, with the proper chemicals involved, causes the breast gland to flow and move as if lactating. BUT fluid is flooded INTO the breast, not out. She feels her breast slowly, very slowly, feeling a internal cooling sensation as room-temperature fluid is lactated INTO her. Her chest feels like it's being tingled and massaged from the inside-out as the chemical begins to take effect. Her breast begins to feel heavier. Her areolas feel like they are brimming with sensual electricity, as if electric bolts made from erotic touch feeling is racing around them like a race track.

She bites down on the realistic-feeling cock filling her mouth and cums hard. Very, very hard. She screams into the gag in her mouth. She thrashes one time, and then goes totally tense all over. She locks her body in a hard, still way, feeling every muscle lock and clench. All her skin goosebumps and her muscles shudder. Sweat runs down her naked back and the "spanking buttplug" only sends her orgasm into a stronger phase.

Her inner thighs flush hot and wet. White cream shoots out of her like she's peeing milk.

The stream stops, and her body drops, hanging limply as she heaves for breath.

The evil doctor makes a "Unh huh" face. As if this was nothing surprising.

"That looks like it felt damn delicious."

He presses a button, stopping the spanking machine, and letting the butt-plug simply push totally inside her without moving. He waves his hand, and the plug begins to expand and change it's rubbery, hot shape. A long, clear tube with mechanical sides like a robotic centipede, scurries up, hooking it's "head" into the end of the plug. Now it's like she has a buttplug-enema shoved up her ass. He snaps a pair of panties on her that look to be made of black leather. A long, clear tube hangs down out the crotch of them and goes into a machine. Inside the panties is a perfect sized, thrusting 5 inch dildo. The end is shaped like a rubbery cup to perfectly suck on and hold onto the uterus. This contraption slips wetly between her lips, and seals with a loud, sloppy sexual perverted sound.

"Oh kaine!!!" she tried to scream. Tried. But all that came out was "OOKFNFFF!" Her uterus spasms and dips down hard in a mini orgasm. What makes her more turned on is she knows what that is. A machine that seems perfectly designed to make you cum so hard you drool, AND impregnate you very, very well. Cum, and get pregnant because you came. So, try not to cum as you're being made to cum, or else you're getting pregnant.

Fuck.

He smiles, revealing long metallic fangs among his piranha-like teeth. She feels his thick, hot lips press against her neck, making her cum hard again.

"BSHFTURD!!!" she spasms in her shackles, slamming her thighs together like a broken butterfly.

"That's no way to speak to your old professor." he whispers in hot, steaming breaths against her neck. It is then she remembers learning from him as a child. He was always so wise. So patient. So confident. And could be downright a bastard if you failed, yet could be the most gentle and helpful teacher in the world if you kept failing. Oh, how in the hell have they both deviated down the paths of universal placement over the centuries.

She knows what he plans to do. Canine Injection method. Metallic fangs that serve like hypodermic needles, yet are more shaped like thin vampire fangs. The perfect bio-injection method, using the absolute perfect injection-measurement method: bite pressure + muscle control. She remembers she never understood that damn lesson. The "Spider Process" it was called. Even some of those wishing to be Striking Scorpions one day had adopted it for perfect interrogation and assassination. It was controversial, tedious, difficult to master... but who better a master to master it than it's master crafter?

She shuddered, trying to stop herself from fan-girling in this moment of lust, hate, anger, respect, submission, and shame. When she reached puberty, she had the bad habit of grinding her thighs together while staring at him in every one of her classes. Just knowing she'd have a one-on-one lesson the next day had her masturbating all night long. The passions of bubbling hormones and an elf's urge to breed. The fact it takes so damn many ejaculations to be impregnated only made her wish he was pumping his seed deep in her belly constantly to make sure his baby was in her womb. For decades, she's wanted his lips on her.

But to see him...like this. Involved in this. He's turned to the dark path. And as her former master, he's mastering her masterfully again. She's a Seer now, and he, fallen up to become a haemonculi (dark elf doctor).

Suddenly, his thick, big lips press hard against her neck. They are hot. Soft. Big. And he kisses like an expert who's done this a thousand times before. Probably because he most likely has done it ten thousand times before. She gasps hard into her gag, almost collapsing against the sensation of her teacher's thick lips against her naked neck. She can feel the hardness of his sharp teeth. Especially the sharp pressure of those hot, wet, metallic fangs. The sharp fang tips poke at her neck painfully, like someone pushing a too-sharp pencil against your hand. Not hard, but that itty, bitty, itchy pain of just feeling it's tip touching the back of your hand.

"Unn gnnfffzzz..."

He chuckles deeply in his throat and pushes his kiss into her neck. The moment those sharp "pencil tips" do a tiny sharp poke into her skin, she cums hard. Her thighs snap together and her body locks up, shivering and every muscle pulled tight and flexed to it's maximum. Her abs feel like their having a muscle cramp. Her legs don't want to uncurl. And she opens her mouth on the gag, shivering and spasming in a silent scream. Her neck suddenly glows warm and soothing around where she felt the two pricks. Her legs uncurl and relax. Every painful muscle cramp in her body relaxes. She lets her lips suction on the cock as if it's a pacifier. Her pale body turns to jello in his dark arms.

"No, no, no ma'am." he whispers, nibbling her ear lobe. "Don't get tuckered out just yet."

He lets her go to hang from her restraints again, partly wishing to be naked in his arms again. And equal partly wishing to stab him with her spear. Yes, her spear she would've killed him with. Except now it's been deconstructed and is pumping up her pussy and helping her get pregnant. The dark eldar are never lost on using irony at any expense.

"I wish you could really appreciate these plants here. Did you know that the first few samples I got from here are just stunning. They blow my mind how well they are able to mess around the genes of a living being. I'm trynna get some more, they're rare. BUT they're here. In numbers."

Her head lolls as she feels her entire neck and spine "glow" with warm and sensual waves, turning her skin into goosebumps and her muscles into jelly.

"That's my own mix right there. I'm kind of a impatient fella, so if the muscles relax, it's easier for the mutations to start. Surgery on a natural internal level, ya know?"

She feels the muscles in her back spasm and flex on their own.

"Well, now....looks like we're already starting."