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My Corruption

Part one of two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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I knew everything was going to change the day we found the alien's corpse, fossilised. I just had not realised quite the extent to which that was going to be true.

The labs were underground – the kind of job I would never have taken unless I was desperate but, well…that's exactly the position I'd been in back when I'd started there. I'd worked there for several years, digging into the findings of archaeological sites and the like, weird artefacts that were dug up.

Apparently, we were working for the government – and that meant we had to stay on site too in attached dorms where, blessedly, I did at least have my own room. The accommodation was pretty basic, however, and I didn't spend much time in the mornings checking my reflection in the cracked mirror in my small bathroom. There was only a shower in there too and, really, I could have done with a long, hot soak in the bath.

My hair had grown longer and it felt like it had been a long time since I'd had it cut, the dark brown strands curling around my ears. It itched and tickled but I just didn't have the time to go off site to get it trimmed, not when there was so much going on there.

I hadn't believed they'd found a fossilised alien, but I was permitted to see it too and, well…it looked just like that. The bone structure seemed foreign and there was an imprint of the exoskeleton in the hard mud around it too, wickedly hooked claws suggesting a predatory species. The head was huge and elongated and the ribcage didn't seem as we'd have expected for a creature of Earth – especially not with that long tail strung out through the fossil, some of the vertebra missing.

But fossils were very rarely pure and complete, which we already knew from examining the fossils of dinosaurs, where the bones were fossilised and the imprints, tracks and the like, were much the same in other substances. There were many ways to read fossils, though the government rarely developed into them in my department. No, we focused on extraterrestrial activity, though it kept me engaged and entertained, always wondering what it was exactly we were going to be looking at next.

I pored over the writing, digitally transcribed – though we could never be sure, when it was not in its pure form, whether it was accurate. Part of my role was to decipher it and I leaned over the table where I was working, a beaker bubbling away over a Bunsen burner a short distance away, corroding a sample that had been found at the site. At least, if it corroded, it would tell us something of the type of metal that from the site around the fossil. Every little thing was a piece of a much larger puzzle, after all.

“Did you see what they've made?"

Another scientist (I think his name was Jameson?) grinned, leaning on the doorframe. He never seemed to do all that much there, but, well…some people just seemed to get away with things like that.

“No, what?"

“The clone, man, the clone," he said, spreading his hands out wide. “They really did it! The team… Ah, come on, you'll have to come see it."

So, I followed him, sceptical, not really sure what I was going to see in the end there. I didn't really think anyone would have managed to clone anything, especially if we were still talking about the alien remains we were investigating.

And there I was, forced to eat my words as I paused before the containment chamber, set up with strong, metal bars. She stood in an eerie blue light, but she was not quite like the fossil. She was more defined than that.

No… She stood taller than me with blue-grey skin that differed in shade across her body. Her arms stretched out to either side with an almost reptilian-amphibian gleam to them, her skin pulled taut over them as if she would have been able to walk on them. They reminded me something of a pterodactyl's wings, purely in how they bent, though they were arms and not wings, very definitely.

My eyes ran down her body as she stood there, her head long and elongated with a long horn-like protrusion, just one, rising from the back of her head. Her jaws were extended and parted, teeth on show, though they were small and neat, lining her mouth and making me recall the fish-eating dinosaurs I'd seen in books before. Plesiosaurs or something like that?

Ah, much of my younger years had been spent obsessing over dinosaurs, to be fair. But they were an easy thing for me to compare the alien to as I took in her chest, the ridges there, as if plates were layered over one another, running down to the smooth, tucked-up flesh of her lower stomach. Yet that was not quite right either, for in the blue light I'd missed that the ridges on her neck and upper chest melded into something that looked like mammalian breasts.

They just didn't seem at home on her body, not even as she tipped her head and surveyed him. The breasts were small and stretched, not like a human woman's breasts – but she was very different from that, of course. She was never meant to be human and perhaps that was why I was instantly infatuated by her, captured by her eerie beauty.

And then there were her strong hind legs, her skin pulling taut over muscle. She stood on two legs, facing the front of the chamber, something beeping above her, though I merely supposed that was monitoring her vital signs. They had all kinds of tech at the facility, most of which I didn't get to use.

She had a long, twisting, prehensile tail too, which seemed to balance her as she tipped forward, standing as if on her toes with enormous claws hooking down to scrape into the metal floor. It didn't seem a very comfortable cage for her, but a cage was never meant to be comfortable.

“Oh…"

I exhaled as she shifted. If not for the subtle rise and fall of her chest and the gleam of intelligent life in her forward-facing eyes, I might have thought someone was playing a trick on me. But she was alive, very clearly so, even if my mind grappled with the reality of it.

“Is it female?" I asked, realising no one had told me the alien's sex, I had just assumed. “How… What…"

Jameson shrugged, crossing his arms, surprisingly nonchalant about the whole thing.

“Dunno, does it matter? They cloned a fucking alien!"

And so they had. We had, kind of. For it was all of our work going into the research that came to a head in the alien's presence, her head held high, looking down at us.

Looking down at me.

I couldn't stay there, not with her, for my work was elsewhere – but they didn't seem to tighten up security around the cloned alien's cage either. I slept fitfully when I rested, always wanting to return to her, though I put that down to my own fascination with an alien.

Or was she not really an alien if she had been cloned? The nuances of that were impossible to say and I didn't worry about it too much. Even as she slipped into my dreams.

I saw her walk, in my dreams, her movement fluid and subtle, commanding the land around her. In my dreams, she was free, not caged, and my heart pulled for her.

Was it right that she was in a cage? There was intelligence in her eyes and a caution to how she held her body… I didn't know if what we were doing down there in the lab was right. But I studied the texts we found too, getting my hands on the originals and even stone slabs that came from the very location the alien fossil had been originally extracted from. I could only imagine just how damaged the fossilised remains would be after all that had been done to them.

But that was not my call. I didn't tell anyone of my dreams, especially as they turned…well… Well, they weren't the kind of dream I was going to readily relay to anyone else, let's put it that way. But they were my dreams, standing nude before her in a barren landscape, her tail curling around my body to draw me in closer to her.

Maybe that's where I was supposed to be. But…I wanted her, my heart pounding, something leaping and twisting that I could not put a name to in my chest.

In my dream, though I only knew it was a dream when I woke, heart leaping, chest tightening, my stomach lurching with raw, powerful need, she moved over me. I folded back to the ground as if it was nothing at all, as if the moment was just right for us to be together. My need pooled hotly in my crotch and my shaft rose to hard attention, swelling up big and full, the length of my cock tingling.

I needed her and she needed me – at least, that was what I thought. Her tail curled almost possessively around my ankle and, of course, I was naked, though the rugged, rough terrain we were in didn't seem like anything I'd ever seen before. Maybe it was what my mind thought was her home planet and yet I didn't want to be there, the cold chill of fear seeping down my spine as I moaned and she pressed a large claw right down in the centre of my chest.

“Oof… Why…"

I breathed the word but there was no question behind it, not really, not as something hot and wet closed around my cock. With a jolt I realised she was riding me, her sex closing around my shaft as she rose and fell on my length, taking me.

And I didn't know if I wanted to be there or not, confusing feelings swirling back and forth, even in the dream. My cock wanted to be inside her, that much was certain – but she was an alien! How could I ever have wanted something like that?

Her raw power rolled over me, controlling me, dominating me. Her tail latched on to my leg with a vindictive tightness, closing on me as I struggled, grunting under her. But the alien didn't seem to want to let me go that easily and I groaned, twisting, rocking, but that only seemed to drive my cock into her even more firmly.

She roared – and then I woke, sweat dampening the sheets around me, which twisted around my body, my legs all tangled up in the sheets. For a moment, I fought like I had to get free, but…I was okay. I was safe.

It was a shame my mind didn't really believe that.

I avoided going to see the alien, still referring to them as “her" as no one else had told me if they were or were not female. Others still went down, but I just couldn't, my trepidation of her and my dreams building more and more with every passing day. Enveloping myself in my work, I sought to decipher the stone tablets, disappearing into the very thing that my mind was still so caught up in.

They didn't stop my dreams, however, not as I was carried, on feet light in the dream world, to the aliens' cage. I didn't want to me there, though I at least had on my nightclothes that time, just a loose pair of pyjamas, my feet bare, toes curling coldly.

Huh… It was strange that I could feel cold in the dream, like that. Usually hot and cold sensations came with my emotional mood, yet I tried not to think too much about the dreams when I was awake. They were just too disturbing, this twisted attraction to the alien nothing that I wanted to delve into. I'd certainly made up my mind on that.

But there I was, standing before the alien's cage again and shaking my head. She swayed her tail back and forth, the end couple of feet curling and uncurling, drawing my eye.

“Why am I here?" I said, without really hearing the words coming from my lips. “What do you want with me?"

She crooned, a clacking sound emanating from her maw, though I had no idea how she was able to make such a sound. Could she understand me? Or maybe it was the dream conveying more than I was ready to take in the moment, trying to apply meaning to something that really didn't need anything more being made of it at all.

I watched as she slid her tail through the bars, my eyes casually roaming her body, though my heart leapt and jumped, all jittery and juddery in my chest. An electric thrill shot through me the moment her tail brushed my arm, sliding down from my biceps to the crook of my elbow.

“Oh…"

It seemed even more real than it had in the other dreams but, still, my mind did not realise what was happening. I was too tired, too sleep deprived, wavering as she curled her tail around my wrist and pulled my arm forward.

I tugged back against her, but the alien, undoubtedly, was too strong for me, pulling my hand forward as it brushed the metal of the bars. The cold nip of them chilled me and gave me pause, but I was no longer in control.

Perhaps I'd never truly been in control.

Her tail tightened, a little ridged, guiding my hand to her breasts, though the multiple ones layered down her body, six in total. Even though they were not all that big, I traced my fingers over them, edging a spot that looked like a nipple, but it was not pert at all, didn't stand out, but I still explored it, under her guidance.

She moved my hand up and down and I shuddered, torn between arousal and horror, blinking again. Something felt wrong… It didn't feel like a dream anymore, no… It felt too real for that.

Wait a moment…

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I sucked in a breath and pulled back hard against her tail, but the alien wasn't having any of it, forcing me to explore her. Her eyes bored into me, darkening to a rich, penetrating blue, as if they were piercing into my very soul, and I gasped, my chest tight, fear clawing at me.

Oh no…

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“Please… No…"

My cock ached, heat warming me through – but that didn't even feel like it was real anymore! It wasn't because of me, no, not because of any attraction I may or may not have held, but it was there, even if it did not feel like it belonged to me. It was as if someone, or something, had implanted the notion of attraction in my head, allowing me to feel everything that went along with it without wholly buying into the sense of need.

My body was no longer my own, not as the alien made me grope her breasts, a sharp, squeezing pinch of her tail catching a pressure point on my wrist that made my fingers tense and clench. I squeezed her breast inadvertently and let out a low croon that didn't quite seem quite right coming from her maw, it was too tender.

But I didn't want tender, not as I trembled – not in revulsion, but fear for what was to come. How could I even tell what it was the alien wanted me to do when my heart was pounding so heavily, sucking in short, sharp needy breaths, though they did not feed my lungs the oxygen they truly needed.

It wasn't a dream anymore and I moaned, shaking my head, wondering if I should scream, if there was anyone there, in the lab in the dead of night, who could even hear me. Someone could have been working late…

Yet the moment the thought entered my mind, it was gone. It slipped away, just like that, and I blinked, reaching for the idea again. Even though I knew I had thought about shouting for help, about trying to find someone who could rescue me, I just couldn't do it, as if there was a disconnect between the passive thoughts and the active ones, the ones I wanted to focus on.

“Please… I don't…"

I pulled more weakly against her, breath quickening, huffing shortly as she held me fast – so tight that I may well have broken a bone if I fought back against her too roughly. I whined, a high-pitched note leaving my lips, my throat tight and raw, though I had to try, still had to fight back against her.

And then she pulled my hand down, tracing a path down the front of her body, all the way down between her legs. I knew what was down there, somehow, but the wet heat of a creature's sex was all that I anticipated. I'd felt it wrapped around me enough in my dreams, after all, and there was nothing else it could have been, my breath catching and hitching in my chest.

“No…"

I breathed out the word, eyes wide and glassy with fear, strained as if I was not blinking enough. Yet there was nothing at all I could do to make the situation any better, any more palatable, bathed in the blue light they still had shining down on the alien, giving the scene an eerie sense.

Maybe if I didn't think about things too much, I could put it down to another dream, I thought desperately, licking my lips, though my mouth was already too dry. Maybe it's not actually real. Maybe I can get through this.

But she used my hand as if it was a tool for her to masturbate with – maybe that's exactly what the alien creature had in mind from the very beginning. I was not to know, no, not as she had never asked my permission or even what I'd wanted.

I'd just been taken, even as a lightly spicy, almost musky scent clawed its way into my nostrils.

“Unff…"

A finger pushed crudely into her and I tried to jerk my hand away, though she only chattered at me again, a strange pressure grinding at the front of my skull. Yet I couldn't do it, no… I couldn't pull away, my body so light and airy that it felt like I was floating, as if I didn't really belong there, not at all.

Maybe I'd been wrong.

Maybe it was all a dream.

Maybe that was easier for my mind to believe.

So, I took my own lie in hand, breathing as slowly and evenly as I could, turning my cheek to the cold bite of the bars. I rested the side of my face against the bars, surprised they weren't electrified or reinforced in some way, but that was not really for me to either think or worry about.

It was just a dream, I told myself, even as her pussy clenched and flexed around my finger. Dimly, I added a second, though it only seemed natural to straighten that second digit out so it could slide into her sex. She didn't really have folds at the entrance to her pussy, no, but a slit that closed tightly around my fingers, sucking and pulling at them as if she was trying to drag my hand deeper.

Ah, but that was something the alien could not do, not even then, not as I groaned and tried to press in a little harder to her, flexing and stretching my fingers, just a little, further apart. It was easier if I bought my own lie that it was all a dream, that everything was okay and as it needed to be, right with my little corner of the world.

Yet I could not stop the chill seeping down my spine, like a thousand icy fingers – or claws of aliens, all coming for me, all wanting something from me. My back arched a little, as if something had put pressure on the small of my back, but it all felt natural to do, as if my limbs were being controlled by something beyond my understanding.

Perhaps it had never been my position to understand at all.

“Oof… Please…"

What was I asking her for? Her eyes bored into me, holding me fast, like I was frozen in place. I worked my hand back and forth, not held as tightly by her tail anymore, though the alien didn't let me go either, my hand sliding, fingers curling lightly inside her. She bucked her lower body against me and I smiled faintly, my lips parted. That didn't feel as if I was the one smiling but, as long as I was smiling, did it even matter anymore?

She was beautiful, the alien, and it was no wonder I had been as fascinated with her as I had been, so drawn to her she had entered my dreams, time after time again. I swallowed hard, the alien crooning and chattering, her jaws parting to reveal strung-out drool laced between her upper and lower sets of teeth.

She humped and ground on my hand and a vindictive rush leapt in my chest, like a wave of warm air washing over me. It was okay there, surely, as long as I was pleasing her, though confusing feelings twisted within my chest, my heart pounding too hard for comfort.

And then the alien's head twisted and fell back, exposing the bare, vulnerable expanse of her neck, though there was nothing at all I could do in threat to her, no. I was not there to harm her, not in the slightest, but I could not help but watch in abject awe as she climaxed on my hand.

Her whole body got into it and, somehow, I felt set back from the scene, like there was more distance between us than there ever was. She humped and rolled her body, ripples running through her, even her chest twitching and juddering like she felt something more deeply than even I could have anticipated. I'd never seen a woman climax quite like that, but the alien was, by far, not any woman that I could ever have known, her tail twisting and rippling, though she never once released my wrist from her grasp.

Of course, she didn't trust me, not as more and more of that spicy musk tickled at my nostrils, sinking into my system. I didn't realise how much of it I was breathing in, but I noticed when my cock throbbed all over again.

My shaft had softened a little while worry and fear had been gnawing at me, though the moment she climaxed, it throbbed back to full hardness all over again. It ached fiercely, leaking a drop of pre-cum into my underwear.

Oh, at least I still was wearing underwear, I thought. But I didn't quite recall the significance of that, not even later.

Prey to her whims, I watched the flexing ripples rolling down the full length of her tail, fascinated by how her whole body reacted to the act of climax. Her pussy squeezed my fingers devoutly and I smiled a little more widely in a smile that didn't belong on my face as she took me. For it never would be about me taking her.

And then the pressure around my wrist loosened and I let out a breath, something of the tightness in my lungs releasing too. It didn't help, not all that much, not as my cock throbbed and pulsed, rolling reverberations of pleasure rocking my body softly and subtly.

Just a wet dream… I told myself. It's not really happening…

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I panted, lips parted, the smile dying a little, slowly fading from the corners of my lips in.

She's…not really here. You've had so many dreams already. This is just another one. It just…feels more real than all the others.

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But my lie faded, crackling and dissipating, as she used that soft, flexible tip of her tail to dip into my pyjama bottoms. Her flesh was smooth and yet hard at the same time, retaining a sense of flexibility to it that didn't quite seem in keeping with how her body was presented. Yet the alien was as she was and there was nothing I could do about that as she drew my cock out, hard and swollen, throbbing with raw, sensual need.

“Unff… Oh…"

I didn't mean to grunt, not like that – but it felt good. It felt good when it really shouldn't have, my heart pounding.

In that moment, it was as if I was suspended in that time between waking and sleeping, not really knowing what was going on, drifting and wavering. My lie trembled and the touch of her tail on my cock slid back and forth, curling around the base, her head lowered as, if even then, she was inspecting me.

Maybe that was all it was. I groaned, letting myself sink into it a little more, despite the trepidation in the back of my mind, the stifling urge to flee, when I was already frozen. The spicy scent flickered and tingled within my nostrils, warming me from the inside out, and yet it was still not enough to chase away the deeply rooted sting of fear.

“Oh…"

I wanted to go along with it, some twisted part of me leaning into the moment, my lips parted. She turned, presenting the wetness of her sex to the bars, her tail raised high to make sure everything was on easy display.

I stared, transfixed, unable to take my eyes from her pussy, how the slit of her sex parted lightly, as if it was inviting me in. And maybe it was on me to take that invitation, even then, even in that moment, grunting thickly in the back of my throat.

It would be so easy to go along with the “dream," my head rolling from shoulder to shoulder, leaning forward, my fingers, tentatively, curling around one bar for stability and purchase. I needed to be there, my throat tight with emotion, aching for her desperately.

I didn't need to move, not as she ground her pussy back on to my cock. My dick jutted between the bars and I sucked in a breath, the rest of the world falling away. Nothing else mattered, not the lab, not anything, nothing at all, the blue light pouring over us like water as she rocked and ground. Her tail slipped free of my cock and, for a few moments, sensation ran through me, flowing so very sweetly.

The tightness of her sex closing around my cock was heaven; it could not be anything besides that, no. The succulent warmth pulled around my cock as if she was trying to drag me deeper, replicating what her pussy had done to my fingers, and I grunted faintly, my lips barely parted, eyes closed.

It was easier like that, drinking it all in, letting the moment rest just as it was, the cool of the metal bars warming to the heat of my skin. My loose, cotton pyjama bottoms tugged around the base of my cock, on the underside, and I groaned, the pressure a little too much. It was funny how that was what caught my attention rather than the alien before me, her sex wrapped around my cock.

Wait…

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I blinked, warm all over, swimming back to the surface as if I was coming back to reality, slowly but surely, as if I had been underwater for some time. I gulped and heaved, a big, rippling shudder going through my chest that didn't at all sit right there. But it was okay, it was all okay…

Yet it was not.

I hissed through my teeth and drew back, blinking too quickly, hissing through my teeth, cheeks puffing out with air.

No!

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I'd only been inside her for barely a second and yet everything had slowed down inside me, feeling every moment, the heat, the pressure, the pulse. With a cry and a fierce force of will that I had not even realised I had in me, I hauled myself back and away from the bars, cursing and scrabbling, swearing purely to give myself strength.

She screeched, an ungodly cry echoing off the walls, a din that I had no right being a part of. I howled, but my cry was swallowed up by hers as I scrambled back, against the opposite wall, my cock still hard, just barely wet with her juices. It looked like only the tip of my shaft had sunk into her pussy, but that had been enough, more than enough.

It was not a dream and, despite her allure, I had to get away.

She screamed and clashed with the bars of the cage, her tail shooting through, lunging for me – but I got out of the way quickly enough. Even with a tail that long and flexible, she only had limited reach with it, despite her gnashing jaws and the aggravated flick and thrash of her tail.

I didn't look back, stuffing my softening cock back into my pyjama bottoms, hiding it away again, the shame of what I had almost done. Did the tip count? Ah, I didn't know, my heart pounding, sweating too profusely, damp under my arms and around my crotch, as I raced back to my sleeping quarters.

The click of my door closing behind me didn't soothe things in the slightest for me, leaning against it and dipping my chin down to my chest. Just what had I been thinking? I'd been so willing to go along with the belief that I was dreaming, that it was all okay because I'd been dreaming of such crazy things before… Exotically erotic things, but they were crazy all the same. There was no denying that.

“What the hell…"

I muttered under my breath, sliding to the floor in my room, the door to my back, though it was of no comfort to me, despite how hard it was. It should have been reassuring, but I felt her there, her presence, as if the alien was just lurking out of my sight, watching and waiting, looking for an opening to ensnare me again.

Had she done something to get into my dreams? Oh, it was crazy to think of it like that, even though my imagination ran wild, trying to make sense of everything that had happened to me so far. I'd gone down there, sleepwalking, but I'd woken up, most certainly, outside the cage. It just hadn't felt like I was waking up, as if there was something “other" controlling me there, like that strange scent I'd smelled in there.

I didn't get into bed that night, fearing what would happen if I slumbered too deeply. Would I end up back down with the alien? Would she curl her tail all the way around my waist that time so I couldn't pull away from the bars? It had been pure dumb luck that she had not trapped me there when she had, for some reason, been more focused on my cock. If she had not unwrapped her tail from my wrist, anything could have happened.

I was lucky. And I couldn't let it happen again.

Continued in part two of two.