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Invasion of the Cockhuggers

for Txeptirea

by Draconicon

Fenrir panted as he climbed down into the crater, the wolf's breath coming fast as he descended towards the smoking object. His hands were heating up quickly as he crawled over the heated rock from the explosive landing, but he barely cared. This was something from outer space; how many times would he have a chance to see something like this up close?

With the gravelly ground skittering away under his shoes, he scooted closer and closer to the small object. It had looked bigger when it came from the heavens, but now that he was up close, the wolf could see that it was maybe a foot tall and half that in width. Not as spherical as he thought, either, more like...

It looks like an egg...

Fenrir reached into his pockets, pulling out a pair of riding gloves. It wasn't much, but it would provide a layer of protection between him and the object. He reached down, hesitating due to the massive heat coming off of the object, before finally pressing a hand to it.

A sudden jet of steam knocked him off of his feet. Flying backwards from the sudden jet of hot air, Fenrir hit the ground hard. He groaned, shaking his head.

"Okay...so...not just a rock..."

He paused as he rested his hand against his chest. Not feeling his clothes, he looked down, and blushed immediately. The blast of air hadn't just knocked him back, but it had evidently been more than steam, because his clothes were gone. Melted away, it seemed, as there were no marks of them being ripped away with what was left. The wolf's cheeks burned as he slowly stood up, but he was amazed that he hadn't actually been injured. Whatever had burned away his clothes had somehow left the rest of him unharmed.

But why?

Another hiss had him leaping backwards as the egg-like thing suddenly opened, a set of panels coming apart along the top. The wolf hesitated, but against all the knowledge of sci-fi tropes, slowly walked over to it. His curiosity was too strong to be denied. Still, he knew enough to not stick his face over the opening, and instead stood a bit to the side, standing on his tiptoes to try and get a better view.

No sooner had he leaned in than something moved in the egg. He had no chance to avoid the pouncing creature, some strange insect-like thing that grabbed at his leg and started climbing up him. Screaming, Fenrir grabbed at it, but it was so tightly flush to his fur that he couldn't even get his fingers around it. Skittering legs pulled it up his body, and it drooled some sort of goo down his thigh as it made its way up.

"Get off, get off, get off!"

His shouts didn't seem to make a difference to the creature. Its tail - a long, skeletal thing - suddenly wrapped around his balls, and he shouted in discomfort as any tug on it felt like it was ripping his balls clean off. It lifted itself up further, drooling more of the slime, and he saw a wide, oozing hole underneath it.

Oh, no...no, no, you gotta be -

The creature reached the top of his cock and slammed itself down on it, enveloping the head of the wolf's cock in its hole. Against Fenrir's will, he rapidly grew hard, and as the creature squeezed his balls again, he sunk to his knees. He was helpless as it pushed some sort of mouth up and down the head of his cock, squeezing it and keeping him completely under control.

It kept pushing its mouth up and down, and it almost felt like a blowjob to the wolf. A most unwilling one, but pleasurable enough. Slowly, Fenrir started to relax, keeping his hands to the side as the creature did what it wanted.

After almost five minutes, the creature's mouth suddenly extended much further, much like a male thrusting up to the hilt into a female. It enveloped all of the wolf's cock, sending him over the edge. Fenrir arched his back as he moaned, throwing his head back and howling to the moon as his cock was sucked with the fervor of an eager slut, spurting his seed into the alien's body. His entire cock felt strangely warm, even bloated, but he couldn't deny how great it felt as he was sucked over the edge.

As he slowly came down from his orgasm, he realized that the alien was no longer holding his balls so tightly. The wolf immediately pushed it away, and stared as the bug-like thing hit the ground. It twitched twice, and then went still.

It's...it's dead.

His fascination with aliens aside, the wolf nevertheless scooted away rapidly. He'd just been...well, he hadn't been raped, exactly, but violated for sure. And with it dead, and oozing his...stuff, he didn't want to be around here when the authorities showed up. Particularly as naked as he was.

Blushing at the reminder of his own nudity, the wolf ran off, never thinking to question why his cock had been so bloated during the last moments of the sucker's life.

#

Over the weekend before he had to go back to school, Fenrir felt like he was in the middle of a fevered dream. His body was constantly overheated, and everything was drenched in sweat as he tried anything he could think of to cool down. To make matters worse, he swore that he was having some sort of reaction from his 'encounter' with the alien creature, as his balls began to swell and his cock became harder and harder by the hour. He was forced to jerk off almost perpetually, cumming more than five times a day to keep the need from getting too strong to deal with. Even that only took the edge off, but he had to do his homework.

Eventually, the weekend ended. His fever was gone, but not his need. The wolf had to fight to keep from panting as he went through his classes, his eyes on the clock almost all the time as he went from first to second period, and then to third. Each time he had a break, he went to the bathroom, trying to get the chance to rub one out so that he could focus, but it was never enough time. The bell was always too close to ringing by the time he got to his next class, and at lunch, the bathroom was too crowded for him to even attempt to get off.

By the time final period came around late in the day, the wolf was walking gingerly in his gym shorts, his cock perpetually hard, and his thoughts revolving exclusively around sex. It took all of his self control to not grope himself through the class period, and he knew that he was getting stares from his classmates. He needed to cum so bad, and his balls had swollen the pants he wore to the point where they felt like they were getting crushed, but he had to hold back for a bit longer.

When they were allowed to go to the locker room, finally, Fenrir thought he was safe. He could wait until the other students were dressed and gone, and then he could rub one out in the bathroom before getting his ride home. He was safe.

At least, he thought he was until he pulled down his shorts. With his cock soaking through his underwear with pre - strangely, not clear, but almost green - he couldn't just change. Blushing, he started walking to the shower, pulling his underwear down -

"GAH!"

And then he froze, leaning on the tiled barrier between the showers and the rest of the room. The wolf groaned, his cock throbbing so hard that it seemed to spit pre over the floor. It seemed to glow green as his knees shook, the wolf barely able to maintain his balance.

"Fenrir?"

He groaned, slowly turning his head. The coach and some of the other students were walking his way. He couldn't -

Another strong throb - this one pushing at something in his ass and squeezing his balls at the same time - made him slip, turning as he fell. The next blast of pre hit the coach right in the crotch, soaking the doberman's groin with the green glow. Fenrir tried to apologize, but his hips were already bucking, shots of pre getting blasted out with the force of squirt gun blasts and hitting all the students in the vicinity.

Worse than that, he could see the green goo eating through the clothing on his fellow students and Coach Damien. They were all red faced, and trying to wipe it away, but all their rubbing seemed to do was spread the goo around.

"Coach...I'm sorry, I don't know why - oooooh!"

Fenrir moaned, his ever so heavy balls getting some small measure of relief as he kept humping air, unable to stop as he squirted and oozed like a maniac. One of the students that had been first hit was already sliding to his knees, panting, his face going red. The doberman coach was red-faced as well, and his underwear was slowly disappearing and getting eaten away, revealing a heavy cock behind it. The coach shook his head.

"Everyone, get back. There's something...something wrong -"

It was clear that something was wrong with the doberman, even to Fenrir's lust addled brain, but he couldn't stop. His relief was so close. He needed to cum, even if it humiliated him. Just one orgasm. Just one -

He went over the edge with a loud howl, his cock somehow jerking every which way like someone was aiming it at those around him. He swore that his load was coming out thicker - and definitely colored different - than anything he'd seen before, and it hit those around him right in their cocks. Coach Damien and everyone else in range - which at this point was the whole male half of the class - fell to their knees as their cocks swelled, their balls growing rapidly as the green goo landing on their shafts started sliding into their urethras.

The wolf was so red-faced, but he couldn't stop cumming. He was able to get on his knees, but that was it, his hips still bucking forward as he spurted his load again and again and again over his classmates. They were slowly going glassy eyed, panting as hard as wolves that had run for miles, and most of them were drooling as their cocks hardened to maximum size.

It was only after five minutes of solid orgasms that Fenrir was able to get to his feet again, and by that time, the rest of the class was already humping air as their cocks swelled and their balls expanded. There was not a single male beneath eight inches in the room now, and Coach Damien was nearly a foot and a half long after his growth. The room stank of pre and musk, and Fenrir felt his cock getting harder again.

Something, he didn't know what, pulled him towards the other men. They were already panting, thrusting their hips at nothing as their cocks started drooling. Their pre slowly turned from clear to green, and it was...so wonderful. Delicious smelling, even, though he'd never thought of other men that way.

Fenrir was pulled closer and closer, and Coach Damien slowly leaned forward, lifting his tail. And as soon as he saw that puckering hole, his cock took over. He had no chance as he slammed in, ruled by his cock, and by the thing that the alien had laid in him just a few nights ago. Just like everyone else would soon be, he was ruled by his cock.

The End