The Capture
This story contains Vore (sorta), Mind Control, Infestation, Gender Transformation, Semen Collection, Impregnation, Egg Laying, and Declawing. If it is illegal for persons of your age in your region to read this material, or you do not like any of the kinks mentioned above, then do NOT continue. (Although I doubt you'll even read this message.) Thanks goes out to Ragarth for the starting idea.
The Capture
By Kaiionth
The war had been raging for more than anyone could remember. The Schlarrg had enslaved solar systems, had killed trillions, and had never been defeated. That was before they got to Thaknar. Thaknar was the only planet who knew they were coming before they were attacked. A subspace message from another solar system had been decoded with just enough time to build defenses. The Schlarrg's strategy was to just swarm and enslave an entire planet as quickly as possible, then grow (these creatures did not build) a new attack force, which would then head straight to the closest planet with sentient life.
Their initial attack on Thaknar had failed, and they didn't have the forces to try another full scale sweep. They couldn't just leave, however. Too much was known by this race. They could send word to other systems, they could trigger an assault on the Schlarrg forces, and the Schlarrg didn't have the forces to withstand that... yet... Instead of leaving their pulsing egg of a spacecraft hung in orbit, blocking all transmissions to and off of the planet. The Thaknarians (known among themselves as Dragons) had tried attacking the "ship" (if one could call it that) and it seemed impervious.
Seemingly doing nothing, the ship just sat there, and the Dragons grew to ignore its actions, focusing more on figuring out a way to get past their block. It was then, when the Dragons were half turned that the Schlarrg ship let fall a single egg. It went unnoticed, having landed on the pole of the planet, and there it grew... And grew... It was finally noticed when surveyors noticed odd structures almost 300 miles away. They went down to examine further.
They were never heard from again.
Or at least, when they were, whatever had made them individuals had been destroyed. They were voicing the will of the "Hive" as they called it, demanding immediate surrender. The pulsing maggot white bulges in various places on their bodies showed who they were now. When the Schlarrg had first attacked, the scientists couldn't make anything out of the massive amalgamation of beings that attacked. It was impossible that that many beings from that many worlds would unite to fight a small planet on the outer arm of the Andromeda Galaxy. And they all had the same... things... growing out of them.
Only one Schlarrg had been captured living or dead in the battle, the weapons that had to be used saw to that, and it seemed that the Schlarrg took care of any that were left. They didn't want to be examined. In truth the corpses would have decayed in a few hours beyond anything recognizable as flesh, as did the one that had been taken. Before the body had become unrecognizable, however, they had uncovered at least some of the mystery. When they had investigated a large "Maggot" as they were being called now, on the being's head, they followed snaky tendrils into the beings brain where there wasn't a square centimeter that didn't have a fat white vein running through. It seemed the Schlarrg weren't the beings attacking, but the Maggots that were controlling them... slowly becoming them, it seemed likely.
The rest of the Schlarrg workings were not known, because almost as soon as the being's head was opened, the white streaked gray matter seemed to melt. It seemed that whatever bacteria broke their tissues down worked faster when exposed to oxygen. More had been captured as the Hive advanced, but none had been seen again, except for the first two. It was still hundreds of miles from the nearest city, but expanding as a frightening pace. All efforts at defense had failed. It seemed that they had learned form their mistakes.
S'tgeor looked over the Vidcom again, looking over his orders again. This could not be happening. He was being sent on a kamikaze mission. He was the best medical officer in the military, with worldwide acclaims in exobiology, and HE was being sent on an ATTACK of one of the Schlarrg's "bases" (They were really just places where the hive had grown into a large colony of sorts). The thing that really irked him, though, is that they wouldn't even tell him what the bloody mission objective was. He looked over the mission briefing again.
Primary Objective: Classified.
Secondary Objective: Classified.
Tertiary Objective: Classified.
He had a level Alpha military security clearance (he HAD been the one who had worked on the first and only specimen, after all), and they wouldn't even tell him what the bloody objective of the bloody mission was. All it said, was basically for him to try to keep the members of the party from whatever infection methods the Schlarrg may try for as long as he can. His scaled face contorted into a toothy snarl and started scrolling through the personnel files of the others who would go. All males it seemed. All males who had no living immediate family, close friends, or lovers. Dragons with nothing to lose, himself included. He growled and punched a talon into a button on the wall, banishing the files into darkness. It was all a very neatly set up kamikaze mission with no objective. They would probably just gather information until something... anything... happened to them.
Doubtless there would be a doppelganger with them. Doppelgangers were the pride of the special services. They were Dragons functioning on the basis of remote control. Basically, the controller would form a telepathic link with the doppelganger (usually a criminal who opted for the high risk occupation to work off a life sentence in the span of a month, or the rare person tempted by the 4 million credits a week salary). While the telepathic link was in place, the doppelganger would be put into a trance and the controller would assume control of the body. They were used in high risk information assignments, mostly, when it was more than likely that the doppelganger would be killed and they wanted the information back more than the spy.
He shuddered. The doppelgangers were too much like the Schlarrg for his tastes. But then, the doppelgangers were willing, they had to be. Anger, fear, or hate for the controller seemed to cloud the connection and keep it from forming, usually with massive psychic backlash in store for the would-be controller. He still didn't like it... He glanced down at the microthin scale overlay on the back of his paw. It was 20 minutes before he had to report.
He headed for the briefing room.
"Good evening, I believe you've already received your briefings via Vidcom, so we need to get you suited up and shipped out. This mission is time critical, so we need to get a move on. Your equipment is in the other room, and your drop plane is waiting for you in the hangar as we speak. Go."
What? No speech? That was odd...
S'tgeor went with the rest of the rather bedraggled dragons to pick up his equipment. He whistled when he saw the contents of the trunk with his name on it. All the latest equipment. IR scanners, UV scanners, Lifeform scanners, and many that even he couldn't recognize, all integrated into a lightweight mask, seemingly made out of cloth (the fibers, of course, were redundant processing circuits that ran the sensors and the built in HUD). The weaponry was even more impressive, consisting of lightweight shoulder mounted plasma rifles. Ones designed for close combat, he noticed. He shuddered and hurriedly donned the equipment. They were going all out for this mission... why?
The drop plane ride, at least, let him get some sleep.
When they arrived, they flew out from the side of the plane (the planes were really only used so they could conserve their energy and not wear themselves out by flying hundreds of miles) and glided silently to the designated spot only half a mile from the base. They did an equipment check, and then snuck quietly down to the enemy base.
The instant they stepped in the radius of the white lumps sticking out of the ground, it happened. All of the systems went dead. White tentacles shot out of the mound and attached itself to their legs, ripping off all of their equipment as easily as one of them would peel an orange. The dragons screamed and tried to tear the things off, but it was as though the tentacles had become a part of their flesh. One of them tried shooting through one of the tentacles with his ballistic sidearm and fell to the ground screaming in agony. None of the others tried that.
They tried digging their talons into the ground, or finding things to grab onto, but the tentacles slowly, inexorably dragged them by thier very flesh towards white mounds, each dragon to one of the smaller mounds, all except for S'tgeor, who was being bodily dragged to the huge, pulsating white lump in the middle of the base. He watched all of the others as they were slowly pulled into the mounds with horrible slurping sounds, hearing their screams get louder as they were pulled in, changing from fear to pain. From pain, to total agony.
"IT BURRRRRRRNS!!! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HEL-"
Slurp.
"NO!!!! I CAN'T FEEL MY TAIL!!! IT HURRRRRRRRRTS!!!! IT HUR-"
Slurp.
He watched as the were pulled one by one into the mounds until their snouts disappeared into the white maggoty flesh, the jaws still moving, trying to scream, but unable to, the lumps writhing for a few seconds, then growing still again. Just as he stared in horror at the last scaled snout disappearing, he felt the tip of his tail touch a slimy opening, he spun his head and began to scream.
For all his struggling and screaming, the tentacles drew him in at that slow yet steady pace. The opening drew in his tail and started drawing him in of its own accord. at this point the tentacles detached in some way he couldn't see, and left him to be drawn in by his own tail. He thrashed furiously, feeling like he was about to pull his tail out of his body, but still the orifice drew him in, squeezing rhythmically as it pulled him in, forcing all of the blood out of the appendage and into the rest o his body, making him feel as though his head would pop off.
The pressure did one other thing as well. It caused his genital vent to open and his cock to slowly slide out and harden as the pressure increased. It drew him further and further, making him grunt with the pressure, his shaft feeling like it would burst at any moment. Then his cock slipped inside the tunnel and the blood was squeezed out of it in a rush, causing it to go limp instantly as the pressure in his head and the rest of his body climbed. He couldn't think straight with the pressure, all he knew now was that the pressure would end when he was finally inside.
He started to press himself into the mound faster.
The mound obliged and took him in quicker, until finally, his head popped into the cavern and the pressure in his body equalized. Right before he passed out, he wondered, belatedly, how he was going to breathe.
When he awoke he found himself lying on his back with his legs spread wide and his tail bound down. He looked around in shock to find all of his appendages held as they were by tentacles like the ones that had snared earlier, seemingly growing into his flesh.
/So you finally awake, dragon./
It took him a moment for him to realize that the voice had spoken into his head. Was he... Did he...
The voice answered his unspoken question.
/Yes, you have us embedded into your skull, but no we haven't washed you out of your brain./
But why? What happened to the others? What will happen to me?
/The others held little interest, and we needed the food for the energy we will put into you. When we first infested one of your race we found out some interesting things about your body. You dragons experience sensations more powerfully than any other known race. That makes you very valuable to us. We cannot feel things like pleasure on our own, so we feed off of the pleasure of some of those we infest. If we wash away your mind, then we won't experience anything nearly as strongly, or in the same way. Your body is also the first discovered that can support both being used for sensations and as reproductive hosts simultaneously. You will reproduce our kind, and we will feed off of your pleasure./
S'tgeor was thrashing around by now, crying out and trying to claw at the tentacles.
"No! NO! LET ME GO!"
The tentacles tightened, locking his body down so that he was completely immobile.
/Those claws seem to be a problem. You won't be needing them here, and we need the food to compensate forv the damage they have caused./
He stared in horror as smaller tentacles stretched out form the walls and attached themselves to the tips of each of his fingers, sliding neatly over his talons, another two tentacles pressing on the center of his paws, keeping them from closing.
He started feeling a suction on the tips of his fingers and then a cold rush flowed into his paws, numbing them to the point he couldn't feel them. Then, one by one, S'tgeor heard, rather than felt a sickening crunch and saw a small lump trailing up each of the tentacles.
He tried thrashing again, but he couldn't move even a centimeter in any direction. The tentacles receded, leaving his declawed paws open, blood slowly seeping from the tips of his fingers.
"Why are you even talking to me", he sobbed through clenched teeth, "just kill me! I will NEVER like you! I will NEVER give you pleasure!"
/You will soon be an inseparable component of the Hive, so there is no reason to keep any information from you. We will now bond you to us permanently. As for your hate of us, that is easily enough fixed. You will love being part of the Hive soon enough. The will can be moulded with the body./
With that the voice went dead.
What? No! What's going to happen to me?
As if to answer his question a fat white tentacle dropped down from the ceiling and started poking around between his thighs.
The voice came back.
/If you wish it we will tell you what is happening to your body/
"I wish it", he growled through clenched teeth.
/ This tentacle will be inserted into your rectum, where it will be used as a passageway by more tentacles. Once inserted, it will grow into your flesh, making you inseparable from the hive./
"No! Stop!"
He screamed and his thoughts were squashed as the white fleshy tube suddenly found his tailhole and wasted no time in burrowing deep into his body, making his eyes fly wide open and unfocus, stretching out the muscular wall that clenched, trying to keep his rectum closed. Then he felt a burning feeling start and grow rapidly into an agonizing fire as he realized the stretched feeling of his rectum was growing less and less as the tube grew into and became his anus.
The two tentacles pried his snout open and slid down his, throat, one sliding slickly down into his stomach, the other snaking down into his lungs where it grew into the soft flesh.
/Your oxygen will be fed to you, as the flesh of your diaphragm will soon be used for other purposes. We will restructure your body so that it will be more efficiently used. The unnecessary tissues of your body will be used in this manner. When we are finished, you will be nourished directly through one of your rectal tubes, but until then, your stomach will be used for the insertion of chemicals that will make your body more receptive to our flesh./
S'tgeor felt the slick tube down his throat pulse sickeningly as ripples moved up and his belly shrank until it felt as though the tube would soon start to suck out his organs. When his stomach had been thoroughly emptied, ripples moved back down it and a cold iciness formed in his gut, quickly spreading throughout his whole body. The fat white tentacle growing out of his tailhole started to writhe as he saw the outlines of thousands of tentacles slide down the tube and into his body, squirming around and worming their way up into his intestines.
One lingered coming straight out of the tube and pressing into his inner wall. A shock of pleasure told him that it was pressing his prostate. Soon the pleasure became pain as the pressure increased... and increased...
/We will now render you unconscious./
A tingling filled his gut alongside the iciness, and his vision dimmed. Just before he passed out he felt a pop and a flash of pain as the tentacle pressing on his prostate broke in and wriggled its way inside.
When S'tgeor awoke, the first thing that came into his mind was that he was horny. His eyes fluttered open and he glanced down. He was on all fours now, his paws sunk deep into the fleshy floor. His tail was held straight up by the tip, which was embedded into the ceiling, and his hind legs were spread wide, the fat pulsing tube binding him to the Hive running out behind him, pulsing as it fed his body. The tentacles had been removed from his maw and now only two thin tentacles ran out of his nostrils up into the ceiling. He realized with a start that he couldn't breathe. And didn't need to. The tentacles had removed his lungs and were now feeding oxygen directly into his bloodstream.
His cock was erect, and twice as thick as it had ever been. A thin tendril ran from the opening in the tip of his shaft down into the floor. His testicles caused large bulges in his skin where they should have been invisible, deep inside his body, and they pulsed slightly. With a start he realized that his cock was further up on his body than it should have been.
He craned his neck to see around his erect shaft and writhed against his bonds, trying to get away, as he saw what was on the other side. Between his shaft and the fat tube growing out of his flesh where his tailhole had been, there was another slit with slightly mounded lips. He fell back, trying to scream, when he realized he couldn't. There was no air passing through his mouth anymore. The tentacles grown into what used to be his lungs saw to that.
/WHA-??/, he thought furiously.
/It is more efficient for our reproductive units to be able to both inseminate and bear eggs./
Bear... eggs...?
/Schlarrg eggs./
With that tentacles sprouted up from the floor and enveloped his cock in a writhing, pulsating wetness as another fat tentacle thrust hard into his slit from behind. He writhed in pleasure more potent than he had ever experienced before, his mind going blank, and his eyes unfocusing as the tentacles started stroking up and down his cock and plunging into his now soaking wet slit. His testicles started to writhe, the surface of the mounds erupting into motion, belying the fact that they were now mostly made of hundreds of tiny tentacles, jerking around wildly and pumping hormones of pure lust into his bloodstream, making him start thrusting down into the tentacles, desperately needing release.
His cock leaking copious amounts of pre into the tube, he writhed up into the tentacles, trying to increase the friction to no avail. The tentacles brought his pleasure slowly, ever so slowly up, his testicles looking like they were about to jump out of his body. His whole body shuddered hard as another wave of hormones washed over his brain, driving him insane with lust. He roared soundlessly and thrashed more, his slit clenching the tentacle stroking it as its first orgasm hit. There was no lessening of sensation, or of lust. He kept writhing as his slit milked the tentacle for seed it wasn't going to give just yet. It kept thrusting deeper and deeper, until it pressed against the opening that led into his womb with each long thrust.
The tentacles kept him going for hours, him mind gone, wishing for nothing but to cum. Anything to cum. Through the hours his testicles produced more and more seed, filling him inside and just increasing the pressure until his cock leaked seed instead of pre. But still the tentacles wouldn't let him cum. They kept the speed perfect, speeding up their furious rubbing of his oversensitive cock, then slowing back down to keep him on the edge of orgasm, then speeding back up again.
If he could have, he would be crying for them to let him cum. He would do anything.
His pleasure rose far past what he thought was possible as he writhed faster and faster, his slit orgasming almost continuously, until finally, the tube coming out his cock widened and started sucking hard, and the one in his slit thrust itself down into his belly where the unfertilized eggs had already formed, its head expanding so it lodged tightly in place.
Simultaneously his cock erupted up into the tube, which greedily sucked up all of his seed, and the tube in his womb sprayed his own hot cum all over the eggs inside, bathing them in his seed and filling it so far up that his slit started to leak out of the sides as yet another orgasm racked it, greedily sucking all of the seed into his womb, the eggs being constantly bathed in the rich, virile semen.
S'tgeor thrashed in pure extacy, then quickly grew dizzy as he felt the hot cum flooding into his body and passed out as the tube started to slide out, making a schlorping sound as it pulled out of his slit, trailing a streamer of seed.
When he awoke, he was horny again. He couldn't remember ever losing his lust.
/You didn't. You're permanently erect and ready for our uses now./
He looked down at his cock again and shuddered, then did a double take. His belly was full of large rounded lumps.
/Schlarrg eggs. You will lay in a few days. You will still have your seed collected, however. We have captured several of your pregnant females, and your seed will be used to infest the unlain eggs./
Again, he would have cried out, but he had no lungs. Again the tentacles shot up and surrounded his cock, but none went into his slit this time. Again, all thoughts were squashed by pleasure more potent than anything. Again it kept him going until he thought he would die if denied release. Again he fed his seed to the hive, tears streaming down his face as he rolled in ecstasy. What he was doing to those eggs... And the ones in him... A few days?
His thoughts faded away again as he passed out from exhaustion.
A few days... A few days...
When he woke up again, he still felt horny, but the feeling was in the background now. There was something else. The lumps in his belly were huge now, his scaled skin stretched tightly over the huge mounds.
Those eggs must be more than twice the size of the eggs our females lay...
/More than that. The laying will hurt./
It seemed they let him wake only when he would be used.
/It is inefficient to have idle consciousness./
He hated that voice, oh how he hated that voice.
Suddenly he felt something else and his mind was taken off of the voice. One of the lumps moved. It wasn't painful yet, just odd as he felt the large egg shift inside himself. Suddenly his eyes unfocused and he would have started panting, had he still had lungs. His entire lower body spasmed around the hard sphere, pushing on it. Pain shot through his body as the egg slowly worked its way down from his belly, stretching out his tubes painfully.
The push kept on longer than he thought was possible, his whole body thrashing around the lump as it crawled agonizingly through his body, and then it stopped, trying to recover, the egg lodged between his womb and the outside world, stretching his insides tightly around the huge bulge.
The push started again, as hard as it had before, despite S'tgeor's exhaustion. The pain started increasing and suddenly made him go stiff in agony as the ridged shell started stretching and scraping at the sensitive tissues in his slit. Old seed sprayed from the lips of his slit and pain beyond what he thought was possible racked his body.
NO! IT HURRRRRRRTS! PLEASE STOP!! IT HURRRRRRTS!!!! THE PAIIIIIIIIN!
He thrashed and his vocal chords vibrated in the silent scream, lungs or no, making a muffled, strangled sounding whimper. The eggshell wasn't even showing yet.
The push stopped again, but this time it was hardly a respite. The egg's grooves dug into his sensitive flesh as it was stretched out further than it was ever meant to go, causing tears of agony to stream down his cheeks. Anything but this. He would rather have been one of the ones eaten than this. Anything but this.
The push started again and more old seed sprayed from S'tgeor's slit, his nostrils flaring with the effort, trying in vain to breathe faster as the egg inched its way forward. Finally the egg started to show, the off white, sharply ridged shell poking out of his slit. The tip. Just the tip. He pushed and squeezed and inch by agonizing inch the shell was dragged along the inside of his slit. After what seemed an eternity of pain, the egg was caught by gravity and fell with a loud schlorp, onto the floor with a torrent of old seed flecked with streaks of blood, where it was swallowed up by the fleshy floor.
S'tgeor went limp, relaxing in the grasp of the tentacles. It was over. Finally, it was over. Then he felt a familiar sensation. The next egg was moving into place. NO! He looked down at his belly again. It seemed as lumpy as it had ever been.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The mental scream echoed through his mind, and was squashed as another egg started to stretch his tubes.
S'tgeor laid six eggs.
/A small clutch, but a satisfactory start. Your next clutch will be larger./
He couldn't think. He couldn't move. He had barely found the energy to push the last one out when the Hive informed him that is it was allowed to hatch inside of him, the Schlarrg larva would eat his body from the inside. He paused, wondering why he hadn't passed out yet then shifted as he felt the now familiar sensation of the tentacles start massaging his cock and plunging into his bleeding, stretched slit. They wouldn't let him stop, not even for a rest. They wouldn't let him pass out until they were done with him.
He just lay there, suspended by his tail, without the energy even to thrust into the tentacles surrounding his cock. He just let them have their way with his body. He was tired, yet still the pleasure built. In his completely exhausted state, the tentacles found it easier to control his pleasure, stimulating him for almost twice the time as the first time before the tentacles sucked him dry of his seed and filled his womb with the hot semen. He had just lain all his eggs, how could he conceive again for a while until new ones grew?
/New unfertilized eggs had been growing alongside fertilized ones. Growing only one clutch of eggs at a time is unproductive./
The words skimmed the surface of his mind as he passed out.
Twice again he conceived and bore eggs, each clutch larger than the last, the pain never dimming. Once he had grown used to the rhythm of concieving and laying, the Hive started pumping mass quantities of dopamine into his brain every time he conceived and laid the eggs. He slowly came to love bearing eggs for the hive as his mind became more and more dependant on the chemicals and sensations. His previous life dwindled known to nothing as the memories faded and were replaced with happiness from laying Hive eggs.. There was nothing but the Hive. The eggs. Happness lay in eggs. The more eggs, the happier he was.
He was awakened more and more often before he was ready to lay for seed to infest pregnant females' eggs. The hive must be conquering cities. That was good. He was happy to help the Hive. He was once even treated to the privilege of mating one of the egg laden dragons himself, pounding his bloated shaft into her slit, his mind reeling with pleasure as she screamed at him and thrashed in the tentacles that held her, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Noooooooooooooooo!"
Then she grunted as her orgasm hit her, his cock shooting seed deep into her belly, her ripplng muscles forcing the hot stream into her womb with her eggs where it begin its glorious work of burrowing into the unhatched eggs. Converting them. Making the unhatched drgons members of the Hive. She would then be confined until she bore her eggs, and then her eggs would be raised into drones. She would probably be shredded and eaten by her hatchlings in their newborn hunger. If she wasn't, she would be dissolved and fed to the hive. He didn't understand why she didn't want to serve the Hive. The Hive was life. The Hive was happiness. S'tgeor passed out, his shaft still inside of the screaming female, dopamine and hormones of lust washing through his brain; altering it.
The Hive was life, and he loved it.