Kentauris-7, Part 1
By The Shoggoth
The isolated world of
Kentauris-7, an earthlike world in the Pavonis Sector, is located along the
border of the Intai Juhen Worlds. The Intai Juhen, a coalition of vile races
that had been preying on humanity covertly for decades, possibly longer,
opposed only by the valiant efforts of the Alien Defense Directorate. Less than
a month ago, scientists had stumbled upon the home worlds of the Intai Juhen,
and this silent war erupted into open conflict, bringing the conventional
military forces of humanity to bear on the Intai Juhen. Among these forces were
the brave women of Aphrodite’s Legion. The ADD continued to operate in the
shadows, its existence known only to a few. Two days before, a detachment of
scouts and scientists discovered something terrifying on Kentauris-7… then
contact was lost.
In the darkness of the night
side of Kentauris-7, a sleek arrowhead shape of a “Raptor”-class troopship
glided silently through the inky blackness. In the upper atmosphere, the air
was too thin to make much noise. Aboard the ship, nine Legionaries and one ADD
“advisor” named Hitomi Kotani sat in drop capsules, waiting impatiently for the
drop siren. Rather than risk a landing, the mission commanders instead opted to
use the risky but less noticeable drop capsules to insert a team of elite
Legionaries on the surface to locate and rescue the lost detachment of
scientists. The ADD sent along it’s own advisor, the famous Spacegirl, because
of her “intimate” knowledge of the Intai Juhen. No one spoke before drops… the
Legionaries were superstitious about such things. In their headsets, all ten
women could hear the chatter between the pilot and commander.
“Nearing drop zone
<<squawk>>”
“Ladies, drop in 30
seconds, good luck, and good shooting”
“26… 25… 24…”
“Miller, what the hell is
that?”
“21… huh? Oh no… we’ve
been spotted. Hold on!”
Hitomi felt the sudden surge
of motion as she was slammed against the side of the drop capsule. The impact
hurt despite the thick padding. This was not normal, she thought… and not good.
Hitomi never had been in a military drop capsule. The ADD used similar things,
but their dropships were stealthier, larger, and more delicate. More comfortable
than these coffin sized military capsules, she thought. Another shudder rattled
Hitomi around the capsule. Something had gone terribly wrong.
“Shit! Shit! Control that
spin! Dammit, I can’t bring it back online!”
“Too late. Get them out!”
“…yes sir. Legionaries,
ejection in 3… 2… 1…”
An abrupt acceleration
knocked the wind out of Hitomi’s lungs as magnetics shot the capsules out of
the troopship. On the small video display, Hitomi could see the troopship, and
the other capsules. Her heart sank. The troopship was in a flat spin, flames
pouring from the hole in it’s hull, and was plainly doomed. The drop capsules
had been ejected randomly, at a shallow angle, and would not come down anywhere
near the drop point. They would arrive on an enemy-held world, scattered across
10,000 square kilometers of alien forest. This assumed that Hitomi would even
survive the landing… this capsule might be her coffin, she thought. Within
seconds, the capsule had fallen far enough that the whistle of the atmosphere became
a shriek, even through the armored walls of the drop capsule. A green light
turned to red, and the retro rockets fired, braking the capsule to a safe
descent speed. The sudden deceleration pushed the walls of the capsule into
Hitomi with violent force.
Blackness.
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Sgt. Christina Dubois shook
her head, clearing the last fog from her brain. The landing had been rough, but
she was alive, and apparently none the worse for wear. All of the systems on
the capsule were down… no video, no life support, and the air was getting
stuffier by the minute. No way to tell what lie waiting outside the armored
confines of the capsule, she thought, but she sure as hell could stay here.
Christina reached above her head, and pulled the lever. A hiss and a pop, and
red sunlight streamed in, making her squint. She leaped out of the capsule,
bringing her rifle up while going prone at the same time. Her Legionary
reflexes drove her to cover before she even looked around.
“Oh god… this isn’t my drop
point.”
Christina looked around,
taking stock. The air was warm, still, and unpleasantly humid, filled with
numerous weird smells. She was in a jungle, thick trees with flat blue-gray
leaves, twisting tangles of vines in every direction, and soft gray soil
beneath her feet with no grass. Large colonies of a vile-looking fungus grew
here and there among the trees, and the air was split by the lusty cries of a
myriad of animals, all competing to be heard. Here and there, she could see
movement in the brush, but time and again it proved to be some minor animal…
nothing to concern her. A Legionary in full array had nothing to fear from any
animal. She had her gauss rifle, her vibro bayonet, her armor, and all the
grenades and ammunition she could possibly want. Checking her wrist computer,
she saw that she was four kilometers from the assembly point. Not far as the
crow flies, but in a jungle like this it could take all day. And she was alone.
She started walking. An hour later, Christina still hadn’t encountered anything
dangerous. She removed her stuffy helmet and let her brunette hair fall down
her shoulders. She had been moving for the entire hour, but couldn’t tell if
she’d made any substantial progress. With a heavy sigh, she sat down on a large
boulder to rest. Placing her helmet and rifle on the rock beside her, she lay
back to rest. The Legionary stretched and took a deep breath, and unzipped the
ceramic cuirass she wore. Unrestrained by the heavy armor plates, her full
breasts pressed against her sweat soaked t-shirt. Catching her breath at last,
she caught the faint scent of something odd, a cinnamon aroma. She sat up, and
looked around.
The smell was definitely
stronger down the animal trail she was following. Inhaling deeper, Christina stood up and walked down the trail,
leaving her helmet and rifle behind. She began to breathe more deeply with each
step. Her vest began to feel constricting, so she slid out of it, leaving it on
the side of the trail. A few more paces, and the cinnamon aroma was
overpowering. Christina was panting now, her light brown skin shone in the
light with beads of sweat, her pupils dilated with arousal. Christina could
feel moisture trickle down her inside thigh as her arousal grew seemingly from
nowhere. Christina’s head was swimming. Her skin began to itch. As she rubbed
herself unconsciously, she began removing clothing. First the t-shirt and bra,
exposing her breasts to the open air, her chocolate colored nipples already
painfully erect. The Legionary was having trouble focusing her thoughts…
something drove her forward. She stopped to remove her boots and pants, her
long muscular thighs slick with sweat. Only her white cotton panties, soaked
with the musky secretions, signs of her fierce sexual tension, remained. She
stumbled forward, her calves being scratched by small thorn bushes, the
blossoms of which turned to follow her progress.
Christina stumbled into a
clearing, and saw the source of the scent. In the center sat a large gray
sphere, covered with leathery hide, roughly three meters across and a meter and
a half high. Towering out of the top was a single thick stalk ending in a pod, which
itself seemed to have a multi-lipped mouth of sorts. The Legionary walked
slowly up to it, able to see that the powerful cinnamon scent was pouring out
of a series of gills along the side of the thing. The pod-like structure slowly
swiveled and pointed at her, as if now aware of her presence in the grove. It
opened as it turned, revealing several thick tentacles and a mass of cilia. She
watched, entranced, as the stalk bent forward hungrily. Suddenly, the stalk
snapped forward violently, sending a mass of thin tendrils at her. Startled
from her reverie an instant too late, Christina found herself entangled
hopelessly in the sticky thrashing mess. She fell backwards as the stalk
snapped backwards, and slowly began pulling her in. Christina pulled at the
tendrils, but it was like fighting with jelly coated steel wires… useless. “No!
Nooooo!” she cried, becoming aware of the futility of her struggle. The
adhesive gel that coated the trapping mass of tendrils was also affecting her
skin, making it hypersensitive. In spite of her predicament, the Legionary was
already aroused nearly to orgasm. Turning her head to face the pod, she saw
that three of the tentacles had extended from the mouth of the pod, each one
opening like a starfish belly. The underside of each had a number of muscular
suction cups and a single thinner pipe in the center. As she was dragged closer
and closer to the massive organism, the tentacles slowly and delicately made
their way through the entangling fibers. Christina’s arms were hopelessly
ensnared, but her legs were pulled apart. Christina knew then that this was no
normal predator, it was an Intai Juhen construct… eating was not what this
thing had in mind. She screamed.
Fear mixed with arousal as
the first of the tentacles nudged gently against her cotton panties, seeking
access to her wet center. Pushing against her clitoris, the tentacle found
purchase and slid around the side of the panty. It violently yanked it off,
then returned to her throbbing cunt. The starfish head opened and settled over
her crimson lips. Suction cups pulled mercilessly at her swollen clitoris,
making Christina arch her back and thrust her breasts upwards, her screams of
terror turning slowly into moans of pleasure. The entangling tendrils clung to
her breasts, but slid back and forth across the nipples, causing her a brief
spasm of pleasure and mingling with the exquisite sensations coming from her
vagina. The other petals of the tentacle in her crotch suckled on her labia and
on the inside of her thighs. The legionary gasped as the tube extended from the
tentacle, penetrating slowly inside the clenching walls of her vagina as the
tendrils which held her fast began to turn her on her belly. She barely noticed
when the second tentacle settled upon her round, firm buttocks and spread them
apart, as she was in the throes of a small orgasm. Though her eyes watered from
the pleasure, she did feel when the small tube pushed against the tight rosebud
of her anus. Squeezing tightly to prevent penetration proved useless as the
tube simply slid in as though without resistance. All the while, the tendrils
kept pulling the Legionary closer to the main pod’s mouth.
Suddenly both tubes began
pumping a thick fluid into her openings, both her anus and her vagina,
something terribly hot, almost burning. Christina screamed again in pain. But
the pain quickly faded as the heat turned into pleasant warmth, and she felt
herself go limp. Totally immobilized but still able to feel everything, she
felt a tingling begin in her core, spreading quickly outward. By the time the
tingling reached her head and hands, a new sensation appeared. An orgasm,
centered on her vagina and rectum, radiated outward as the tingle had. But
instead of fading, the orgasm grew in intensity. Eventually it encompassed her
whole body. She began to thrash and
scream, eventually falling silent as she was unable to breathe, unable to do
anything but come. It was then that the third tentacle settled over her face.
The tube pushed down her throat, filling her with the same fluid, and the
orgasm redouble. Smaller tendrils pierced her throat, exchanging blood and
keeping her conscious despite her inability to breathe. The orgasm just went on
and on, slowly increasing in intensity, as Sgt. Christina Dubois began to go mad
from the pleasure. She was completely unaware of what happened to her as she
was pulled into the pod, which lifted her up and pulled her into the stalk.
Still twitching and shaking as she passed down the tube, she was eventually
deposited into a slime filled cavity, where she floated in perpetual ecstasy,
kept alive by the tentacle that clung to her face. Christina’s mind eventually
shattered and faded, and she became a mindless battery, generating endless
waves of orgasmic energy… feeding the Intai Juhen they had come to Kentauris-7
to kill. The legionary was never aware that she floated next to Pvt. Yukiko
Inaba, one of her own troops. The pair experienced more pleasure than anyone
could imagine, and it would never end.
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