Derelict: One
When humanity travels the stars, they find that ancient rules ought to be obeyed.
It had been an age since man first reached the stars before they encountered other lifeforms. Far beyond their blue marble, a civilization spanned the galaxy in shapes and sizes exotic even to the minds of the ever curious Terrans. Some were hostile, others offering peace and cooperation to the young race that had come into their presence. One thing all of these elder races however were very clear on. No one treads the center of the galaxy, none who return at any rate. Humans however, young and arrogant, took this to mean one thing and one thing only. Free real estate.
The ESS Asura was a mighty ship, a cargo liner running the dead space between the various outposts at the edges of Terran space with a crew of five hundred. Twenty decks, seven mess halls, sleeping accommodations for all crew and a pecking order from Captain down to the common stock workers in the bowels of the ship. These cargo liners acted not only to carry equipment, food, medical supplies and assorted other odds and ends to colonists but also treasure hunters. Man had found the Galactic Center rich with technology and artifacts abandoned by the more fearful, sensible, races. Near a dead, cold star they’d docked. A towering monolithic ship lay in its orbit, dead and derelict. Several crew had been dispatched when a hole was cut into the surface though they were risking running out of supplies on their own ship. The hull of the derelict had taken almost seven days to cleave through and another three to find a passageway or method of getting deeper into the ship. Humans were percerverent however and with the time, they’d found it.
Stockman Rivers was the last picked for the final crew aboard the derelict. The first three rotations had failed to find anything of note. The hallways of the ship were empty and dark, large too. Whatever once roamed them were giants, twice the size of a human male and wide. The ship was old but of an age of many artifacts they’d encountered. They’d figured out how to create portable generators to run doors and other systems when encountered, large enough to fit on ones back like a backpack. Heavy but when you were moving through the tombs of long dead aliens it was a good idea to have a way to access systems when you needed. Sometimes the ships, dead as they were, weren’t quite as dead as one would like. Lifeforms living in biospheres or pirates weren’t uncommon in this zone and plenty of the men in his rotation had weapons enough to prove it even if no one had been attacked. He was only given a standard issue service pistol, a small thing with a smaller battery that might hurt similarly human shaped creatures. He didn’t want to consider what it’d do to the aliens that this ship housed.
It was probably best not to think about it either as he walked in the darkness, a large lamp illuminating the entirely black walls and floors before him. His support had posted on the edge of the hallway, he could see their lights bobbing as they shifted and waited for his all clear. They were deeper into the ship than any other team had reached but like so many before them...they found little.
Whatever race had made this ship weren’t much on art or design. Every hallway was straight and open for sure but that’s all they were. Featureless black metal punctuated by a door every now and then that would cause him to book up his generator pack. The rooms beyond were mostly empty, furniture or anything one might expect as far as creature comforts gone. Some rooms had evidence that those things had been here once. Maybe the ship had been raided long ago, it was possible. They’d encountered things like that before. But this just felt...off. Planned, but a purpose beyond what he could understand. He’d come to a dead end by the end of the hallway, another imposing wall of black metal though as he turned to give the all clear and prepare for room inspection on the dozen or so he’d passed something caught his eye. A depression in the wall the light had caught, large enough for his entire first.
“I’ve got something!” he called down, words echoing against the cold corridor. There was movement then, the lights coming in quickly as Lt. Peaks and Lt. Ponds came bustling. Both were strapping young men like himself, twenty or a little older but lean and buff compared to his simple stocky build. He motioned to the depression, the others helping focus their light upon it. “Unmistakable.” Ponds breathed, patting the power pack on his back. Peaks just nodded. A power port of some kind. But why here? He really only had one option, clambering up on top of his two escorts, Rivers pulled the power pack’s main apparatus free. A long stick with a near universal joint fitted entry tube. He inserted it in, the lights running along its surface to show power was being transferred. Then waited.
It could take minutes or days to power whatever devices they found though this was thankfully closer to the former than the latter. With a hiss and a billow of ancient dust the wall slowly began to split apart causing the trio to fall in a heap with a start. Rivers felt his pack dislodge as the three of them fell in a tangle and he instinctively tucked in on himself as he tumbled. He felt himself roll and then the same hiss followed behind him with a heart rending slam of metal on metal. When he reached his feet he was...somewhere else. Somewhere dark. Without his pack and alone. He couldn’t even hear sounds from the other side of the wall, no doubt his team already radioing to the main ship. He’d lost his primary light but it was protocol to carry emergency supplies directly on your person so he pulled free one of his few snap lights. The tube was long, filled with various chemicals that when cracked would mix with other chemicals to product a bright and clear light. He was usually bad about restocking, only having two or three on him. The light was enough to see by however and with a sweep of the room he saw all he needed. The whole place was enclosed, almost vault like but far from empty like so many rooms before.
Towering rectangles dominated the space and as the light passed over each, his stomach turned. Each was made of the same cold black metal on either side and back but the front was...for lack of a better term...like glass. Clear, letting him see inside. There was no way to tell how long they’d been here but here they were, the former occupants of the ship. They were tall as predicted, muscular and almost human. A liquid filled the containers, tinting the creatures with a strange ghoulish green color. They were bald, four eyed and quite a few showed a mouth filled with razor lined gullets. Not the strangest of beings he’d seen. No. What had made his stomach turn was the condition they were in and what draped the walls and ceilings. Ichor black ribbons of what looked like flesh webbed between the cases, the glass broken in many places and the obvious source of whatever the substance was. He did his best to keep away, thankful he hadn’t rolled into the substance and doubly thankful that the door behind him would open eventually. They’d send a team to blow it open if they had to. How long that would take he had no idea but he was all too happy to wait if it meant not going further into the room. He was less happy at the idea of running out of light while waiting, knowing what was in the room beyond his vision.
The ichor moved with some unseen wind as he explored, casting as much light around him as he could. He had a few sample vials with him and while their ship was far from a research vessel he felt it might be best to get something to bring back. There was no way it was safe. His suit wasn’t graded for biological contamination. Not after the subsequent trips had found no lingering trace of life on the ship, clean up was cutting into their dwindling supplies and if this last trip found nothing they’d just have marked the location for future explorers and gone back to one of the many supply colonies near the rim of mankind’s control.
That was for later though, and he’d worry about the reprimand when it came. If he’d found something new, some new life form of substance, he got a claim on it and it didn’t matter if he got fired if it was worth anything. He could well be set for life. So carefully he took his small service blade from its home in his multi-pack and moved towards one of the many inky thick rubbery strands. The knife could barely dent it as he put some pressure into the substance. Rubbery was a good term for it, it had give and bounce and seemed to simply cave in on itself without some serious work. What was more, once he'd breached the outer layer he’d found the insides were sticky, moist even, and it made moving the knife all but impossible until it was caught in the center of the strands mass. He’d tried, at least but when he couldn’t pull his knife free Rivers simply gave up the ghost. In his preoccupation however he’d not noticed that many of the other strands had continued to move though not as if in a wind. Each tendril had worked its way closer to the strand he’d found and in moments they’d hemmed him in.
When it finally dawned on Rivers what had happened it was too late, screams ripping from his lips as the gunk wrapped around him. It burned his suit, clawed inside. He could feel it work over his flesh, could feel its cool touch as it worked its way over his body and watched in horror as it bubbled up past his helmet. More and more filled the space, filling his nose, working into his mouth and down his throat, even curling in and pressing past his ears as it coated his eyes. He continued to scream but as his helmet filled, it became nothing more than a quiet gurgle until he blacked out.
Rivers woke screaming.
He tried to thrash, memories of the all consuming sludge still vivid in his mind as he found he still couldn’t move though with a sudden hiss and rush of something cold in his veins the rational mind returned albeit with the numbness of a sedative flooding his bloodstream.
He was in the medbay back on the carrier with Dr. Pine standing over him with a look of concern. The Doctor was one of the older members on board, a caring man though quiet, tired from keeping five hundred men in top physical shape in the hard wilds of space. Dark gray hair had dominated the youthful blonde that still peppered his beard, blue eyes finally seeming to relax when Rivers stopped thrashing.
“Gave us quite the scare there Rivers, finding you with your suit all ripped up. The Captain is going to want a full report once you’ve cleared medical. Can you tell me anything that might help smooth things over? The away team is furious.”
Rivers gave a shake of his head, still too cloudy from the drugs and...was it all just a nightmare? He felt fine, better than fine really save the cold ice in his body, the lethargy taking hold finally throughout. He thought hard before giving a final. “No. C-Can’t remember.”
The Doctor nodded, giving River’s a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “It’s ok, take your time. You’ve been out of it for a week. I’ll fill you in on the details while you wake up.” Rivers watched as the Doctor pulled a chair up close. He could smell the man’s cologne. It wasn’t a familiar smell….which seemed odd to him as he watched the older man’s mouth move. The words washed over him for the most part, picking out a few words here and there. Return trip. Nothing in the room with him. Worried. Another week out. His brain struggled to process even half of it as his mind wandered.
Maybe it was the trauma of being trapped in that room, maybe it was the sedative but had the Doctor always been so handsome? In a rugged way. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been attracted to someone. Let alone a man, a much older man at that but the ice in his body was quickly turning molten and he could feel a rush of needy, horny energy pulse through him. The Doctor kept on talking. Blood tests coming back strange, whatever had hurt him must have had some poison or other. It didn’t seem lethal but didn’t seem to be breaking down. They had doctors at the supply station that would be taking him in to investigate. All of it was white noise as he watched the Doctor’s lips. All he wanted to do was kiss them. It was all so cloudy, like they were his thoughts but not his at the same time. Like there was something in him, at his core, that was stoking the flames quickly forming in his loins. The haze was broken soon, as was the talking, by a sudden trill of machines. The Doctor was to his feet in moments, off to look at monitors. Concern had returned to those chiseled features.
“Your heart race is skyrocketing...endorphins are off the charts too. It must be a reaction to the sedative. I’ll need to get you out of the restraints to give you a counter-sedative. Steady now.”
The Doctor was rushing about, but Rivers could only focus on the heat that was now up to his stomach, his legs tingled and as the Doctor returned and started to loosen the straps, he felt his body jerk and move without his command. As soon as his arm was out of the restraint it had grabbed the older Doctor and brought him into a searing kiss. The older man resisted, jabbing the needle wildly into River’s arm as he wrested away but the damage was done. As Dr. Pine staggered back, he felt a trickle of something roll down his lips. Bringing his fingers to the substance, he saw trails of sticky black ichor pull away on them. Rivers meanwhile used his free arm to tear himself from the rest of the restraints, tugging the needle from his neck. It all felt so strange, like he was watching his body move on autopilot. It wasn’t the drugs effects either, something alien had taken over his body and it had hungers...desires...it wanted nothing more than to breed with the other man. To...to spread? He tried to clear the mental fog but he was too far out of touch with his own body. He tried to speak, to shout for the Doctor to run but as his mouth opened only a gurgling wet sound issued as more of the black ichor pooled down his lips.
Doctor Pine had stopped struggling, his eyes dropped until he felt the touch of River’s on his shoulders. He only barely registered as the sedative in the needle he’d only moments ago had ready entered his system before being pulled back into that claiming kiss. This time his lips parted readily, drinking down the sweet rubbery liquid that spilled from River’s own mouth. Their tongues battled like Roman legions, desperate and wanton as the pair ripped their close from one another’s bodies. The heat between them was molten and soon their hands joined the frenzy, exploring muscled flesh taut with need on Rivers and the slowly sagging form of the Doctor. A new host, a new form to turn. Rivers could feel it as he finally wrestled the Doctor to the ground, their cocks sliding against one another as they rutted like wild animals. Claim, claim him, the voice in his head said and he could feel just enough control return to him. Taunting, as if daring him to take that final act that would cement himself not as a man but some plaything to a malevolent force.
The burning in his body needed to be quenched, with strong arms that were finally his own once more he wrestled Doctor Pine to the ground. The old man squealed, loving every rough manhandling moment, the sedative making his eager hole relaxed and ready. It was the last thing Rivers could remember, spearing his cock into Pine’s ass and their shared shout of joy as they were joined.
Rivers could feel his body move down the hallway, whatever alien gunk had taken over his form moving to senses he was just now awakening too. He could smell all the men on the ship. The halls were heavy with their scent as they all muddled together but if he concentrated he could pick each face and name out like an index. He could feel their heat too, somehow, could feel it through the thin metal walls, sense where they were gathered. The alien presence in his mind seemed to find this useful as it stripped out of the flimsy medbay robe. Whatever he’d done to Doctor Pine had kickstarted something within him, his mind doing its best to keep those thoughts away...to keep imagining the twitching naked form of the other man beneath him as just some false memory. The more he lingered on it the more he almost felt like he could feel the other man, six floors up. Could feel his lust, could feel the alien mind try and consume more of his own thoughts. It was a struggle the closer he got to wherever his captor was taking him.
It was soon clear all the same, the doors of one of the mess halls easily recognized. When they hissed open he almost fell over as the aroma of men wafted out against him like a wall. He could feel his cock throb, already harder than steel and leaking copious black pre-cum all over the floor. When the doors shut he heard the typical rowdy banter go silent. The alien tilted his head about one way, then the other as the stocky and muscular men gawked at his naked body. Rivers felt shame but it was swept away by the hunger bubbling deep in him and he wasn’t sure where his own carnal needs and the monster’s started or stopped. A part of him thought what he knew was true already, and dreaded. They were both the same now. The presence made his lips move, a gurgling sound as he felt more changes begin now that he couldn’t fight them off, now that the hunger was consuming him.
The wall of silence continued until his arm finally lifted, pointing to one of the staring men. Toby Winter, one of the newest on board, a stockmen like he’d been not a week before. The man was still green, slender and cute in a way the burly and more hardened men had lost. He watched as his mouth opened, another gurgling noise filled with something...something distinct from the taste of men in the room. His own scent, rich and pungent like cumin and lemon and semen. It filled the room swiftly and the effect was obvious, the men growing slower as the pheromones worked over them. He beckoned, or the alien did, it was growing even harder to tell them apart. Toby Winters was up on his feet now, stripping to show off his smaller frame that inched closer and closer as more of his scent filled the air.
Everyone in the room watched in a mix of horror as Rivers reached with both hands, wrapping about the slender neck of Toby. Watched as the young greenhorn opened his mouth wide and was rewarded as a long black tongue split from River’s mouth and into Toby’s waiting maw. No one could move as they saw inch after inch of the slimy black thing crawl down Toby’s mouth, pulsing and squealing as the two men pressed closer. Their cocks brushed up against one another, River’s smearing black pre in copious amounts against Toby’s pale peach flesh. The smaller man gagged, spasmed and as his throat bulged thicker and thicker, came in messy ropes against the muscular man who held him so close. The crowd groaned along with Toby as another powerful orgasm rocked his body, a muffled scream of delight escaping past the invading tongue.
With each spasm, each twitch, of the smaller man his frame grew more slim and feminine, bulges along River’s tongue spilling back into him as his muscles began to thicken, his back cracking as he grew. Not all of Toby was shrinking however, growing more girlish and petite. The younger man’s cock only continued to grow as River’s own was doing. It wasn’t long until Rivers had stolen as much as he could from the twinkish remains, pulling away as foot after foot of tongue pulled free. Toby gave one final and mighty orgasm, the cum splattering walls and floor before falling to the floor twitching in ecstasy.
Rivers however was far from done it seemed, pointing to another man in the crowd. An old timer, this time, gray and paunchy even if that paunch covered a dearth of muscle. The aroma of Rivers scent had filled the mess hall by now, the thirty or forty crew all but zombies to his lust. The old timer moved as quick as he was able as he tore his suit off, revealing a mighty member all his own. Instead of offering his mouth however, the old man grabbed the nearest table and lifted his ass up to the now twelve foot tall Rivers. The creature gave a hiss as he surged forward, thick cock spearing the waiting and hungry hole before him. The man screamed out in joy as he was taken so forcefully, River’s own will to resist the alien presence all but gone. Somewhere he knew what was going on was wrong, wanted to fight it but as the pleasure surged through his ever changing frame he knew whatever invading force had taken him had won.
It grew especially harder as that final act seemed to break the trance the other men had fallen into. The sounds of River’s thick hips slapping against the old time’s hardened ass grew louder as the other occupants of the room started to strip as their lusts finally overcome their stupor. All around him River could see these men, the men he’d worked with for so long, become simple animals to their desires. Watched even as the transformed Toby became a lightning rod for the men, his own thick cock slamming into buff and hairy bodies as they pressed close to the alien in their presence. The room was hot, flesh pressing in on each side until Rivers couldn’t tell where his body and the body of the man he was pummeling beneath him started and the wall of muscle and sweat began. It wasn’t long with their pace he felt a powerful orgasm ripple throuh his body, black cum spraying out around his cock as the man’s belly distended from his load and began to leave out. Where his semen touched others, it began to web out, growing and lashing in thick strands like he’d seen on the ship. The man beneath him only forced his hips back harder, stomach sloshing as the thick muscles of his ass tried to milk him for more.
Toby too seemed to have changed in a similar way as an orgasm ripped through his body and into another of his many conquests. The slim twinkish man seemed ravenous though quick to fire, inky black spunk spilling out from the used holes of the men he’d left in his wake, more thick tendrils of the ichor starting to lash all around. Soon the entire mass was connected and Rivers could feel the pulse of every man in the room, could feel their lust, could feel every orgasm that rippled across their body. The alien, him, the conglomerate that had shared this body was overwhelmed and as more and more of the black ichor spread over their form, as the cum and sweat permeated one another’s forms the more they simply melted down into a writing, thrusting, moaning black mass. Rivers could feel himself in all of it even as images of the other man’s memories became one with him. With each passing thought, the rising hunger whited out the individual thoughts and feelings within the mess of flesh. The growing white in his own memory was soon to sweep over him as well and with it the force of an orgasm that made all others pale before it tore out. The edges of the mass quivered from the combined gestalt of bodies creaming themselves before erupting. The room was coated in the ichor that the mass had contained, spiderwebbing out until it had created a thick coating on every table and wall. Lashings of the stuff connected the still squirming, pulsing mass at its center. Rivers, Toby, every other man that had been someone before, even the alien mind, lay dormant inside. Growing.
When Doctor Pine awoke it was like being reborn or just simply like being born for the first time. Everything felt new, felt fit and working. Gone were the aches and pains of tired joints. Gone was the fuzz at the edge of his eyes from age, gone was the heavy draw of breath from years of smoke damage to his lungs. In its place was youthful vitality, a hunger in his loins he’d not felt in years, and the strange alien presence that had entered him ever since Rivers had struggled him to the ground and….
Oh. He watched as his body moved about, detached from the effort as if he were merely a bystander watching from a first person perspective. It was his body but it was far from him controlling it. The thing moving him found one of the many inspection mirrors, full bodied, and all of it became clear. He was young again or at least he looked it. The gray in his hair was gone, back to its light brown shadings before age had took over. His skin was taught, gleaming even, and he had muscles he’d never even had in his prime. The virus, or whatever it was that had infected Rivers and now most certainly himself, had changed him. Even his member, a paltry thing before, stood rigid and eager at a foot or more and thick. Black ooze leaked from the head, the same that he’d so eagerly swallowed after River’s infection. More. It was a command that buzzed in his mind, it was what was moving his body. Rivers, he could feel, was decks below doing his own work to spread. Rivers was the core of this infection, the source, the patriarch of this disease, the central mind of this strange alien presence that joined them. He wished he could explore it more, this new life that somehow had worked miracles, but the need to breed was ever present. He needed to slake his lusts, he needed to bring more into this new fold. With staggering steps as he slowly tried to inch control away from the alien presence controlling his mind he moved to the comm system. The desire was primal, he could feel it. It had no desire to spread in any true capacity. Simply to breed and pass itself on. The Doctor however had a plan.
“Paging Captain Drakk to the Medbay. You’re needed immediately Captain.”
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It was rare for a nonhuman to be in charge of a human vessel even now in their more enlightened age. The Dracanoid were one of the first species humans had encountered and the first truly hostile species to boot. The Dracanoid were tall, ten or eleven feet, broad shouldered and muscular. Bred for war by a race they’d long forgotten and who’d long disappeared. Captain Drakk had to squeeze through the halls on his way to the medbay.
The wars had been brutal, so the songs said, and humans had at one point found themselves almost pushed back to their solitary blue dot and under the heel of a violet and flesh hungry race. Little more than a pasture for the Dracanoid to feast from save for one very small detail that had turned the tides. Dracanoids had been bred to be solely male long before the Captain had been hatched. Females weren’t needed when you were a biologically manufactured race, but with the loss of their progenitors the ability to reproduce was diminishing. They were not inventors, they were warriors, they were breeders. They warred to steal technology and those who could fertilize their eggs. All Dracanoids laid them, their sex organs truly just phallic ovipositors. Their eggs had been designed to fertilize based off any other organic species, to take on their traits, to make them stronger. Through some fluke, it was discovered that human male ejaculate worked like extra strength fertilizer. Whole clutches of eggs could be hatched when before only a few of each laying even had a chance. They’d captured men by the hundreds but no matter how many they took, the children had been born weaker and weaker. They turned to humans to find the cause, their resulting warriors too weak to take the very people they needed to breed more of themselves. In the end, it was a joint effort that saved both warring factions. Drakk didn’t understand the science that the humans had come up with, how they managed to retain the fertilizing power of their seed while breeding stronger warriors than they’d ever seen before, but he knew he was the product of it. Soon the humans had all but become their masters but the Dracanoid were happy once more. The humans loved war as much as they did it seemed, and knew how to command them. How to use them. It was as if their progenitors had returned. It was Drakk’s pride to serve on one of their craft just in the hopes he might find a glorious battle with these strange creatures.
The Doctor was no different to him as any of his former commanders. A friendly face, someone whose orders he had to listen to, leaning down so as not to scrape the ceiling as he finally pressed into the larger medbay. Most ships were designed now to allow for Dracanoid bodies but the Asura was old. Itself a relic of the previous wars. “You needed to see me Doctor?” he asked, eying the Doctor who had donned a full hazmat suit. “I hope it isn’t as dire as you look.” he tried, human humor was still strange to him.
The Doctor was quick to motion to one of the restraints, the only one that could house him. “I’m afraid it is Captain. I was looking over your last laying session and the clutch you provided seems to have some genetic anomalies we can’t account for. Since we’ll be pulling into port in a few days and your next session is due, I wanted to get a few tests run. It won’t take long.”
Drakk furrowed his brow. More science. He relented however, slowly stripping down to reveal a body truly designed for war. His frame was covered in thick, red scale, creamy more flexible scale lined his stomach and a ridge of sharp spines lined his back all the way down from his nose ridge to the tip of his powerful tail. Like many Earth lizards, his ovipositor was housed inside along with a powerful set of balls that held the small eggs most of Drakk’s particular clutch laid. The Doctor was probably going to want to take a full look, Drakk thought, so slowly pressed what many had taken to calling their “cock” since integrating with the humans, out past his slit. Two feet of brilliant crimson flesh soon pierced the air, the member looking vaguely human though the head was flared with soft ridges and the hole at the tip was large enough to let his eggs pass comfortably. Many, himself included, even produced something like semen themselves, a byproduct of the human traits they’d inherited. It was useless to fertilize eggs sadly, just fluid that leaked once they were fully aroused. His own was like a faucet, something he was embarrassed by as a younger hatchling, something he still didn’t like others to know but here now, trapped in the chair he had little to hide. The Doctor was more than aware anyway as a small pool began to form though Pine was always good to place his restraints over one of the many drains in the floor.
The Doctor in the meanwhile had been busy collecting his car and tools. “I’m going to have to give you some sedative Captain, I’m afraid I’m going to have to pull some eggs out of you to study here while we wait to dock at port. I’d like to do it the old fashioned way but time is of the essence.”
Drakk had been hoping they’d do it “the old fashioned way”. Human males had taught the Dracanoid that love making was important for healthy eggs and being a third generation of those products he’d enjoyed many an amorous partner, the Doctor included. It was only with mild trepidation that he watched the Doctor move over with a cart, several surgical tools and a dizzying number of syringes with what looked like some viscous black fluid splayed out on its surface. He was never a fan of needles, the process of getting beneath his tough scales was less than pleasant and the Doctor who was normally a steady and gentle hand seemed off his game. Each jab of the needle under his scales to the soft meat beneath flooded him with the hot fluid, sapping his strength and causing a powerful heat to flow through his body. “What is this stuff doc?” he tried, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth as the third needle caused his cock to stir, the pain turning to a pleasurable pinch as more heat flooded his body.
“Something of my own design, we need to get your body excited while keeping you from feeling any pain that might come about while I fish one of your eggs out.” The Doctor explained, the words buzzing in Drakk’s head as he felt it hard to keep his head up to watch the whole event. He endured several more of the Doctor’s pinpricks, his ovipositor now swollen and hot like the rest of his body and he could feel the river of sexual floods run down its impressive two foot length. Like many of his kind, his own cock was prehensile though he lacked the energy to move it on his own free will, instead the impressive girth swaying eagerly to find purchase in any hole that presented itself. If he’d had the strength to look over himself as the final bindings went around his head to hold him down he’d have seen rivulets of black spread between his scales, spider webbing down his entire body from where he’d been injected. His breath came heavy, steamy even as his internal temperature began to rise. “What the hell was in that Doc?” he tried to joke as the suited man moved to finally take hold of his manhood, electric waves of pleasure so strong he blacked out for a few moments.
Doctor Pine said nothing as his hands moved over Drakk’s cock, helping to spread the increasing flow of precum across its surface before suddenly his arm slipped past the ovipositor hole. Drakk roared at this unknown sensation, hips thrashing even through the numbing haze of the injections. The Doctor’s arm pressed deeper and deeper until it was finally up to his shoulder, stuffing him full. Drakk could feel his balls churn, ready to spill their bounty but the Doctor’s arm simply couldn’t reach. Through the haze, Drakk couldn’t make sense of it, not how the arm was fitting in the first place or how it hadn’t bottomed out but as those inky webs traveled through his scales, coating them in their dark ichor, so too did the liquid flow around his massive shaft. The restraints felt tight on his body, stretched even, as the goo began to infiltrate his entire body, muscles swelled along with his balls and cock until they were truly a sight to behold. Five feet of male spire, barbed and ridged as the alien substance surged through his bloodstream, balls the size of laundry baskets which churned with quickly darkening spunk. The haze was overpowering now, like he wasn’t even in his own mind as the hornlike ridges that ran along his spine spiked through the restaining chair. It felt good, whatever it was, and as the Doctor pulled his arm free coated in black spooge all he could think of was giving in to the pleasure.
“I’m going to have to go in deeper, I don’t think I have the tools to reach. You’re going to have to brace yourself Captain.” Doctor Pine said as he started to disrobe. Drakk’s eyes whirled for a glimpse. He’d always found the Doctor attractive, though not in the very masculine way many of his fellow soldiers were. He wasn’t hard like them...though that seemed to have changed as the Doctor stood for a moment in the buff. Buff indeed, muscled and lean and blond where he was once flabby and gray and old. Drakk didn’t have enough sense to wonder, nor time if he had as he watched the Doctor slather the copious seed over his body that ran from the head of his cock like a river, down the drains at their feet, before taking hold of his cock. He could feel the Doctor’s fingers slip into the gushing opening at its tip, screamed and roared as he felt something far larger push in. By now his cock was thrashing wildly with a life of its own, this movement helping whatever was now lodged fully into his cock lift up and down with gravity. Before he blacked out again he saw what he thought was the Doctor’s legs and feet kicking in the air as his cock surged to a full six feet.
Inky blackness washed over him as his head buzzed, the roars going soft as the darkness enveloped him fully. Both in his mind and body, the ooze had taken him over, the twitching in his cock the only sensation as he felt his identity slowly erode. Something else was there in the void, where he floated, something vast and terrible that surrounded him. Drakk was small against it, a foe too powerful to defeat and for the first time in his long life he simply did not care to fight it. He could hear snapping as he finally gave over to that alien presence, before Drakk was no more.
All the while the former Captain’s body changed under the mat expanse of black ooze, growing taller as muscles continued to swell. He grew too large for the chair and bindings that snapped under his increasing girth. The Doctor, who had by now fallen into that egg filled sack, was joining him as beneath the curtain of alien material he began to lose form. All that new muscle quickly deflated and in him the human swirled around quickly growing eggs. The human was just seed, fertilizing the eggs as they both ceased to be. The eggs too had become infected with the alien substance, the human seed causing them to hatch rapidly. Instead of new Dracanoid hatchings however, the merging of DNA had made something...new. Snaklike and indistinct, the writhing mass of forms curled about in the rapidly sinking form. With a pop, the skin around what had once been the Captain of the Asura and its Doctor broke, spilling its contents across the medbay. Unlike the copious spooge that had swirled down the drain, the black tarlike substance stuck to every surface. The writhing nest of newly hatched creatures quickly responded to the cool processed air, skittering in all directions. Some followed the seed still swirling around the drain, down into the subsystems of the ship. Others remaining, large mouthlike opening sucking up the tar like substance, taking its mass into themselves. These slowly began to grow and change, arms forming along their sides before they turned on their own brethren for more substance. The tar itself was pulling back in on itself, what remained, forming the familiar body of Captain Drakk rapidly as his children continued to mutate. Within the hour, the Medbay was clean though no longer inhabited by Doctor Pine or anything human or Dracanoid.
Captain Drakk was full once more but where he had once been an aging Dracanoid, rusty red scales and tired eyes, he stood head to toe in black onyx like scales with a firm ridge of spines and horns like a bull. His cock could no longer fit inside his body, still at least five feet long and as thick as a man’s shoulders with balls that rubbed against the ground. More tentacles spilled from its opening, the human seed turning him into a breeding factory.
His children were leaner but the same black coat from head to toe, their hips slim and twinkish. Their heads were less featured, more like they were a simple silhouette of a Dracanoid, their large cocks swaying before them the only truly distinct feature. The group said nothing, they had no need. They could feel one another, could feel the quickly growing presence of their King deep below in the mess hall that had started much of this. They had their roles to play however, and they took to their tasks silently.
As the former Captain and his children spilled out into the halls, pride filled the mental place they all shared as the newly born aliens were quick to snap up the few unfortunate guards and soldiers that milled around the halls. There was little time for them to react as the slim aliens set upon them with sharp claws, the Captain moving through bodies pressed up against walls and against the floors as thick alien dicks ploughed into asses and mouths of his former crew. Their screams of terror and shock were quickly replaced by moans of pleasure and cries of wanton need. All the while more of the slender alien creatures crawled from his cock, down his balls as they brushed against the floor. Slim and pliable, they were more than able to slip between door cracks where they stole upon the unsuspecting inside. Any that might be curious enough from the noises were quickly snatched up by the roaming dragon, tossed about by muscular arms or shoved into his waiting cock to melt down for more food for his children. The wriggling worms crawled into ears of sleeping soldiers, into any exposed hole they could find of those that were still active, taking them over and transforming them in minutes, each faster and faster as more joined the fold. The voice in his head pushed him forward, if he could just take the bridge, the ship would be theirs in minutes and as he neared the large doors to his former seat, his hands went to his impressive shaft.
Walking grew harder and harder as he worked his cock, moaning and roaring and not caring or really being able to care that his presence was being announced. All he could think of was the bubbling need to cum, to spill forth the now fully melted contents of his conquests that caused his balls to swell even more. Just as the doors opened to the bridge he could feel it, a tsunami surged and spilled forth.
Private First Class Charles Decker could hear the sounds getting closer and closer, strange roars that could only be their Captain. They’d been left alone for hours though as they zipped through hyperspace lanes there wasn’t much need for them to be working. The computers did all that work and most of the oldest men on board, the veterans of countless explorations into the inner rim of the Galaxy, were just there to monitor those computers. It was still odd for the Captain to have been gone this long, odd still for him to return roaring. Everyone was familiar with the Captain’s heat, and while most of them had been happy to help their Captain in the past...the intensity of the roars made them all wary of what was returning to them. What had the Doctor done to prime the Captain for what was no doubt about to be an all consuming mating session until they pulled into the station.
They didn’t have to wait long to see as the doors slid open with an ear shattering roar. What they saw and what came next caused panic in the otherwise steeled veterans. The Captain had returned...or at least he thought it was the Captain. It was a Dracanoid for sure though black from talon tip to those oddly wicked horns. None had long to linger on the man sized ovipositor that the former Captain was sporting as it suddenly spewed forth a wave of black cum that quickly began to fill the cramped cabin. Decker barely had time himself to leap up onto his chair and pull out his service pistol as snakelike tendrils burst from the rising flood. The Asura was an older model, one of the oldest in the Human fleet, and Decker could only curse its lack of general security. It had been a problem in the past with the few mutines they’d endured but now...an alien presence had somehow managed to get on board and infiltrate the entire ship before they even knew it. He heard the door snap closed as the Captain...or what had been the Captain, surged forward. This stopped that torrent of cum from sliding into the halls and it was soon up to his chair as he shot at the surging alien eels. The cries of dismay and panic were falling silent even as he fought, hopeless though he knew it to be. His comrades were quickly overwhelmed, he watched each pulled beneath the tar like fluid one after another even as he continued to blast the monsters away.
The Captain meanwhile seemed to have no concern for the few remaining humans that struggled on, moving and sloushing through his own sexual fluids to take the helm once more. It was the wrong choice, to watch the now alien dragon take his seat, Decker feeling the sudden tug of one of the snake-like beasts as it opened up its tip to form a circular maw and swallow his leg. With a jerk he crashed down into his chair, more of the creatures spilling in now. Down his throat, pressing into his ears, clogging his nose as more devoured up his arms and legs. He could feel the sticky fluid seep into him, dissolving him and pulling him apart. The last thing he saw before the darkness took him was the Captain merging with the chair. Electrical lines were running through his scales as he stretched arms up to the ceiling. The alien fuzed with the quickly rising levels of cum but Decker couldn’t care as he was absorbed into its mass.
The Asura traveled in silence through the void, a sudden rocking shaking the ship as it pulled out of hyperspace. Comms buzzed with chatter as a space station loomed in the distance, circling a brilliant emerald and sapphire planet below.
In the bowels of the Asura, he stirred. He was no longer Rivers, no longer that greenhorn boy that wanted to travel the stars. He’d laid in a cocoon of semen and male flesh, of alien dreams and blood, for a trip through the hyperlanes as his brood consumed every living creature on the ship. The days had been productive, the interior now molded away to the shape he needed most. Not a ship for men and ill gotten gains but a breeding ship. As he fell to the wet floor, alien eyes scanned over the transformed Asura. The outside, yes, looked the same but how like the alien creature. Rivers looked human, smooth and pale though bald now and with completely black eyes. He stood taller, almost seven feet, and his sexual organs were larger too, two feet of twin Dracanoid like cocks waved in the air, sliding against one another which sent a tremor of pleasure down his spine. The entire ship was hollow now, supported by towering structures of flesh and machine.
In ages past the aliens were like them. Sentient and with form, but as the stars went out in the inner Galaxy, as the first races fled to populate the far reaches of Space, they instead had tried to shed their mortal forms. To do away with lust and hunger for the pure rational mind of science. To survive the cold desolate space that had been their empire. It had been a failure, turning them not into a species beyond physical limits but a virus that without the very hungers they wished to abandon, sought only to fill that gaping void. A fleshy monster that had doomed those few races that remained behind, a shadow that kept all from exploring the inner reaches. Warnings had been left, systems in place to keep them from the rest of the Galaxy but now those stop gaps were gone. One lone human had been the bridge.
Rivers could feel the weight of the lives on the ship for they were his life. He was now the King of a vast nest, those fleshy pillars swaying and moaning as bodies writhed just on their surface as he walked among them. Tentacles whipped about, the bodies of humans mostly merged save their chest and cocks swayed as tentacles fuzed with them squirmed in asses long since turned to simple organs that only knew pleasure. The energy powered the ship, electrical surges moving between the organic and metallic as he came to the center pillar. There a draconic frame hung, cock extending over a deep pit of frothing fluids as large eggs fell from the almost sculpted body’s cock. The Captain, once, was now the center of the machine. Its eyes glowed with computer light, its mouth moved in speech.
“We here you Autumn Harvest Station. Preparing to dock.”
Rivers smiled wide. The Station would be fertile ground, the planet below too.