Blade's Breeding Program
Story by draconicon on SoFurry
Commissioned by Bloodgod245 and sponsored by
this story follows a strange Destiny idea where a group of Fallen/Eliksni are running out of members, and have decided to try and create a breeding program. Not a lot of successes...so far.
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[b][u][center]Blade's Breeding Program[/center][/u][/b]
[b][u][center]For Bloodgod245[/center][/u][/b]
[b][u][center]Sponsored by VeronicaFoxx[/center][/u][/b]
[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
Darkness was a prisoner's enemy as much as the chains on his wrists or the bars of his cell. Darkness kept him from seeing where he was, knowing what was going on, realizing when there was a chance for escape. Roland was denied all of these things, even the knowledge of his captors, and thus knew nothing when the footsteps in the hallway announced the presence of another.
The darkened forcefield in front of him went down, and metallic clanks filled his ears as something walked in. Something big, heavy, and hard. He was vaguely aware of metal hands pulling him out of his restraints, remembered that it was probably armor, but it didn't matter as they dragged him out of the cell. His toes scraped against rough metal, then smoother as they walked down the hall with him.
There was still no light, leaving him wondering who had captured him. It was someone big, but in this deadly galaxy, there was no shortage of large opponents. Big and armored, though, that was a bit different.
However, it wasn't until he was dragged into a new room and the lights came on that he saw what they were. Four arms, finned helmet, and more weapons than any living being needed, even here.
Eliksni, the Fallen…House of Blades, by the armor, but whatever House they were, they were trouble. Roland grunted, pulling himself upright, but it barely mattered. The aliens were a great deal taller than him, anyway.
A quick look around the room confirmed that he was fucked even if he managed to get free of the one holding him, anyway. There were a total of twelve in the room, thirteen with the one that brought him. Four were on a higher level, the others were on the floor with him, three in total with weapons trained on him. Two of them were on either side of…some sort of machine or other, he wasn't sure.
One of them pointed at him, and he was pulled towards the machine. Roland grunted, yanking back despite the futility of it, but the Fallen continued to drag him along.
“You assholes, let me go! I won't tell you anything."
Not that he could. He was barely more than a private, shoved into a suit of armor and sent out to fight. Now that he was captured, he honestly had no idea what he was supposed to do. His training covered pointing a gun at something and pulling the trigger, no more than that. Probably why he didn't have any information that could be traded; he didn't know how to hold back.
His captor dragged him over to the machine, which consisted of a long, lit-up circle around a central sphere, which had restraints of a similar nature to those of his cell in the center. The Fallen shoved him in, pulling his wrists over his head and shoving his legs apart until everything fit into their appropriate slots. He half-wished that the armored alien would lean in so he could headbutt it, maybe knock some of the Ether out of its armor, but there was never a chance of that.
Instead, the alien stepped away, leaving him in the restraints as the orb shut around him. It was huge, bigger than he was…but perhaps…just the right size for…
[i]Oh, shit…[/i]
“Let me out! Let me out of here now!"
His screams went unanswered as the aliens started powering up the machine. The light on the outer ring started getting brighter, and it rushed down towards his orb. Lines of old alien text started appearing on the outer shell, and he realized that it was already looking less and less like illegible squiggles, and more like actual writing.
“No…no…"
It spread further and further, going all the way around the sphere until it was completely covered. Only tiny gaps could be seen through it, like looking through little bullet holes in a wall, and most of them were too weirdly placed for him to see anything.
Suddenly the letters flared, showering him in a sudden display of burning light. He screamed as his clothes were burned away, the last bit of his armor and equipment vaporized in less than a second. Roland kept screaming, waiting for the light to burn him to a crisp as well, mentally saying goodbye to everything…
Except he didn't die.
His scream slowly trickled off as he opened his eyes again, looking down at himself. His skin was peppered with the letters, almost like they'd been tattooed into him by the machines. Turning his arm, he saw that the black letters changed, not merely shadows of them but actually imprinted on him. There were little gaps where his own skin tone showed through, but the rest were as black as night.
And...they were spreading.
“No, no, no!"
He squirmed, trying to pull away from the restraints, trying to smack at his arms to get rid of the letters, but they were spreading, running down his body and covering him in a layer of utter darkness. In seconds, his arms and shoulders were utterly blackened, and it only sped up from there.
As it rolled over his sides, he felt a sudden feeling of pressure between his ribs and his hips. It pressed out on both sides, rippling and bubbling at the surface of his skin. Groaning and whimpering in fear, he looked down. The sight of several fingers pushing out of his left side left him screaming again.
The arms ripped free in seconds, the fingers tearing the first hole before the rest pushed out. They came free with tearing sounds, making him worry that his body had been ripped apart by the sudden appearance.
While he was still screaming, the blackness covered him all the way to his feet, and started working its way up towards his face. He could feel it squirming along his neck, almost like his skin was getting covered by a suit made of these emblazoned letters. But even that wasn't right. The places where it had covered him already didn't feel like something over his skin, but something...absorbing it.
It covered his mouth, stopping his screams and forming a seal over it as it spread over the rest of his head. What hair he had fell out, falling to the bottom of the sphere, and he was blinded...but only for a moment.
His eyes opened again, flickering. One, two, three...four.
Four eyes.
Four eyes, just like one of them. Roland tried and failed to scream as he realized just what was happening to him, from the new arms to the smoothness he could feel covering him from top to bottom. Not only were they turning him into one of them, but they were taking away one of the last things that made him, him.
He squirmed as the black pressure down between his legs started pushing inwards, rubbing at his cock and balls almost like a lover, except this one didn't want him to be a him. Each push and swell of his new skin pushed his old sex further and further inside of him, inches lost off of his dick with each successive nudge. He whimpered behind his lack of a mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt like he was on the verge of breaking.
In the back of his head, his training recognized some of the symptoms as Ether deficiency. The Fallen couldn't live without it, and if he was more Fallen than human…
It was getting harder to see as his four eyes started flickering, his body fading and his mind failing. He could feel something happening down in his crotch, his cock finally gone and his balls traveling like a lump into his body, almost like they were becoming some sort of internal organs. It ached, but not horribly so. Maybe that was the Ether deficiency, though. It was hard...to think…
A sparkle filled the top of the container, and suddenly his eyes focused again. It filtered through him like a lifesaving burst of oxygen, except...not.
A shudder went through him as he realized that his flesh was changing down there, and the restraints were shifting to let him see. His legs were pulled upwards in an insane level of flexibility, and his hips and spine seemed to bend in the same way. He had a perfect view of his crotch as the smoothness of genderlessness faded away, replaced by a slowly opening slit between his...now her...legs.
[i]Nngh...n...n…[/i]
She couldn't even think 'no' anymore. All she could do was stare at the difference, wondering how she would be able to get through this, how any of this would ever make sense. She needed…
She needed…
[i]What…[/i]
FLASH. The letters outside the orb flashed again, and she groaned, shaking her head. Why was she in here in the first place? Where did she -
FLASH. Why was she questioning things? She was of the Fallen, and among them. But why was she -
FLASH.
FLASH.
FLASH.
The instructions came in rapid succession as her body continued developing, growing to the height and power of a proper Fallen rather than her diminutive starting height. Her breasts filled in, and her hips flared out. Her sex moistened with each successive flash until it was dripping, and she smiled as she heard the footsteps of the males coming to the containment unit.
As soon as they opened it, they froze, but she didn't. She leaped forward, grabbing one of them and throwing them to the ground, ripping open the crotch of their armor before impaling herself on his cock.
[i]Breeding girl...must breed…[/i]
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]