#alien impregnation

[alienenjoyer]

[invivoinsomnium]

Tell me how you'd breed me. How you want to watch my belly swell. Tell me what you want to see me carrying. How do you want me to give birth?

Part one .

As your car drives down a dirt road, a blindly light hits the car out of nowhere, and your vision becomes white from the light . Before you know it, your car cashes into a tree, and you black out . When you awake, an unhuman figure is hovering over you and places all types of equipment over your belly and inside your most private areas.

As you kick and fight the figure try to calm you but what they are saying you can't understand as then you feel the pain is injection inside you . You pass out from the pain

When you come too again your belly has small bump and you are bound down . Soon the figure walk in and begin to open your legs to do an exam and ignore your fighting just continuing to exam you before then inject something inside as what every inside move around . The figure pat your belly and leave .

For day this happened where the figure check your progress then leave. One night you awaken to sharp pains and the figure coming in to help you deliver it monster that you carry all this time . As you labor you cry for help are ignored as you birth sometimes that look unhuman .

Anon, is this quite possibly an alien impregnation? I love it. ❤️

I don't know what else to say. The thought of being taken while I'm driving home by some otherworldly being, of being kidnapped for the sole purpose of being impregnated with alien life *chefs kiss*.

I imagine that this is about creating the perfect hybrid, and though any fertile woman would do, I was the one in the vicinity when they were searching. I was the unlucky one taken to be part of their experiment and ultimately impregnated.

It doesn't matter if they try to calm me. A combination of fear and adrenalin has me lashing out and struggling to be free. It's made worse because I don't understand what they're saying. Despite how they may attempt to calm me, they do not stop their experiment.

Drifting in an out of consciousness doesn't help me either, and the situation is made worse when I see that small bump jutting upwards. I've never wanted to be pregnant with a human child. An alien one feels so much worse because it shouldn't be possible, and yet it is.

Still, I find myself asking the questions: Did they implant a fertilised egg inside of me, or did they fertilise one of my own eggs with alien sperm?

I'm forced to endure the tests and exams, forced to watch my belly grow with unwanted life, and feel it move inside of me. It hurts and feels unnatural, and yet nothing is done to stop it. I am a prisoner. An incubator.

When I feel the pains of labour, I scream for help until my voice grows hoarse. I may not like what they've done to me. I may hate this being but they might be the only one capable of helping me after all I still do not know what I am going to be pushing into the world....if ai can even push it into the world.

For now, I am alone, in labour, and terrified.

[imconfusedbutok]

A note on Akiridion Anatomy and Fertility

Akiridions produce asexually. 7th kiss makes baby. But how does that process actually work? Here’s my thoughts on it.

so we know that in trollhunters: rise of the titans, Steve gets pregnant with Aja’s babies, and later gives birth to them. But how does that process work? It’s not directly stated in the movies, and I haven’t been able to access the books, so here’s my theory.

Isn’t it weird that the 7th kiss makes a baby? It’s such a specific number, almost a little bit strange. Like there’s a limit to how many kisses you have before children can be conceived. What if, in actuality, every time Akiridions kiss their partners, they take a microscopic piece of genetic tissue into their body and once inside, modify their own “eggs” to be able to conceive with that person. And it takes seven kisses for the eggs to adapt and fertilize with a mix of the parents tissue, making it so it’s not seven kisses with one person- its seven kisses in general before an Akiridion is able to get their partner pregnant.

Though, what makes an akiridion able to do this? Is it their sex? Or could it perhaps be a trait that is carried within families, or among Akiridions? Of course, if it is a matter of sex, then Krel would be the one to have a child with whoever his partner is after 7 kisses-

Oh wait, he wouldn’t be able to. Because he might not have that ability to produce his own eggs or whatever it is that Akiridions are produced from. So he would be fine, right? Maybe. Or, the trait of being able to conceive children/create them/bond dna could be dependent on whoever is more dominant in the relationship, or more in power, sort of like a human top and bottom/dom and sub. The higher ranking Akiridion would, of course, implant their partner with the babies. So every Akiridion could do this, it just depends on who is the higher rank or more “in charge,” or even on who really wants to carry the child/children and birth them.

I dunno. Just a thought. Or any “male” might only be able to produce children with another Akiridion. I don’t really know. Krel is probably Aroace anyways 😭😂

[jaymartinstudios]

Alien hand syndrome be like... #alien #aliens #venom2 #funny #funnyvideo...

[pookypon]

finally watched alien

[kabr0ztrousers]

hi, big fan of your writings!! could you do a fem!reader being free-use’d and bred by anthropomorphic bug people, with noncon/dubcon, and intox/drug venom? the darker and more objectifying, the better!

More bugs? Plus egging, intox, noncon and the reader having a really, really bad time? Sounds like fun!

Kabr0z Writes Episode 45: Resistance

This episode concerns Chitinids, we've seen them before in episodes 25 and 26

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: Noncon; warcrimes; military occupation; intox; freeuse; Interspecies; group sex; oviposition; implied impending character death; parasitic pregnancy; forced breeding;

A/N: Another day, another reminder that requests are open, and that if you want to see anything, send an ask or a DM and it'll be added to the list of stories to tell!

Long-time readers will notice a bit of a retcon with a returning species of alien bugs, but hell to it! Nobody's reading these for the rich, cohesive world

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The cities were clean. The streets quiet. Everything eerily safe and sterile. The Chitinid gunships patrolling sky saw to that. They were silent, hanging ominously in the air in exactly the way bricks don't.

You hurried from your office, aiming to get to the old library before one of them noticed something awry. There's always people on the streets, going to and fro, everybody had jobs although nobody really did anything at them. The work was just sitting in meetings and firing off salvos of emails that would be diligently opened and summarily ignored. Chitinid tech had ended world hunger, cured almost all disease, even fixed the climate. Only problem is, it came at the cost of billions of human lives.

They didn't try to hide the farms, where people were processed and converted to semi-conscious milk producers, or the trade in human pets where some of the wealthiest of your insectile overlords would own a human or four, implanting them with cruel machinery to force their subservience. They also didn't hide the 60-minute war, the last stand of the old world. London, New York, Washington, LA, every city with more than a million people was emptied within ten minutes of formal first contact. Humanity launched every warhead that seventy years of paranoia and hate had stockpiled. Those suspension fields caught every one, redirecting them to deep space. The last of mankind capitulated.

Except you, and a dozen or so others you knew of. Rebels in the dark. Your cell was in terse contact with another, who told you they knew of at least one other, and so the chain went on. It's safer if no one link in the chain know too much about any of the others, but some interesting word has come down the grapevine. In your bag was a thermos filled with nitroglycerin, one of your friends was working on a detonator, a set of elevator codes had came over the radio.

The plan was simple, get to the parts together, get to the roof of a building, and drop the package onto a gunship. It wouldn't win the war, it wouldn't even reallt slow them down, but it would send a message. They hadn't won yet, far from it.

The cell met in a cellar under the library. The building had been a pub decades ago, and the old cellar still existed under the stone floor, the hatch hidden under a rug behind the reception desk. Nobody said much, the group was too close knit to need signs and countersigns. The device came together gradually, a cacophony of held breath as the mercury fulminate charge was lowered into the flask, and you were set.

No time to lose. The plan was your baby, and you weren't going to leave it to chance. The codes you had were for an office building, likely to be empty this late at night. You dodged the pools of light coming from the streetlamps. The foyer was unlocked, as promised, and the lift code worked. Clutching your flask to your chest, you ascended the building. It used to be some bank or other, now it's the same office as everywhere else, but the building was still tall.

The penthouse office. You moved carefully, an overeager step would echo off the polished marble tile. The huge desk stood unoccupied, the roof access behind it. You made for the rail overlooking the west corner of the building, and there it was. A black shape on the dim streets below. The gunship stopped at the intersection and scanned its surroundings. You dropped the bomb.

An azure light caught it in midair, projected from the gunship. You ran. A confinement field shone down over you, inches from the door back into the office. Dust whipped around you. The world flipped.

You're in a cell now. Three Chitinids stood watching you. They spoke amongst themselves, or maybe they were speaking to you? You never learned the chittering language they used, and they don't normally speak English. You tried to move in the azure light, the tingling numbness stopped that. One of the bugs held a screen to your face. The library. Your stomach knotted up as you realised, this is a live feed.

Gunfire rained on the old building, within seconds it was rubble, a minute reduced it to a hole. You screamed, rage and hate filling your voice. The bugs laughed, keeping up the bombardment.

One approached you, pushing its sharp mandibles into your face. Strong hands gripped your clothing, tearing it off. You floated, naked and immobile as the three bugs paced around you, pinching and prodding, laughing at your yelps and threats. One grabbed your ass, pulling you weightlessly towards it in the field. A sharp barb jutted out from its mouthparts, and sank into your shoulder.

Your yells turned to moans. It had drugged you with something. Your body got hotter. You tried to turn and grapple it, but all the strength in the world wouldn't move you. One in front stepped up to you, both forelimbs on your tits as one of the lower arms grabbed your cunt, sinking angled fingers into you.

Your body spasmed, you swore as you felt yourself clench around him. The one behind you laughed and bit you again, giving you another dose of the venom.

You came around the fingers stuck in you, cursing and crying as you did. It released your tits and knelt down in front of you, using its forelimb to tease your clit as it pumped its hand into you.

Tears welled in your eyes as you felt another orgasm come on, you tried to suppress it. The one forcing its hands into your cunt bit you. Its mouth barb lanced into the flesh above your womb, instantly driving you over the edge again. You felt yourself spasm and squirt uncontrollably as the roaches laughed at you again. They tipped you over, flipping you end over end in the light, bringing you to rest face-up, waist high to them.

They loomed over you. Sizing you up as you quivered and squirmed, your breath catching, fluid still dripping in thick droplets from your cunt. Chitinous plates parted on the one stood near your face. A long, ribbed appendage slid out of the gap, dripping dark fluid of its own onto your face. You felt your legs part and what you imagined would be a similar thing brush the lips of your swollen cunt. A chittered word, and both thrust into you at once.

The slime was thick, and bitter. It hurt your throat to swallow it, but it filled you with heat, stronger than the venom from their mouths. The one in your pussy was having a similar effect, making your walls shudder and clench against it, the ribs of its exoskeletal cock stimulating you as he slid them in and out of you. Tears were streaming down your face now, moans turning to screams, and back to moans as the cocktail of aphrodisiac mingled in you, driving you beyond your breaking point.

All you could feel was the cocks pounding your body, again and again making you cum all over them.

All you could see was the screen, the smoking hole that was the library burned into your mind's eye.

You felt the one in your throat cum. It forced itself further in, spraying a thick slime down your neck. You gagged, the instinct to swallow the only thing stopping you drowning on the thick cock-slime being pumped into your belly.

It hurt. The slow-moving load coating your insides. Every beat of your heart making your head spin. You couldn't even feel the one in your cunt unloading into your clenching womb. The potent drugs in their sexual fluids keeping you dazed and in a constant orgasm.

You didn't notice the third had a different appendage. Wider, with a bulbous tip. You didn't sense it slide into you, pumping eggs into your cunt where they lodged into your womb, fertilising from the ocean of bug spunk in your body. You could half-see it as it lay its ovipositor on your lips, stopping your breathing as it forced its way into your throat. More eggs, pushing down into your stomach, fertilising, embedding.

You wouldn't be able to know what would happen to you when the eggs hatch.

You couldn't know the hosts of Chitinid young rarely survive to tell of what happens next.

You'll find out

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Dark enough for you?

[alienenjoyer]

[feraltwinkseb]

April 5, 2024 - Suzuka, Japan Source: Independent Photo Agency/Alamy Live News

[softly-xiafei]

my cum btw

[jaymartinstudios]

Alien hand syndrome be like...

[bb-enablefreebuild]

small sexpal doodle because I lost the energy to do a full ref sheet

[vero-niche]

new Mainstream Big Hit shounen anime so bad it makes me wish gege didnt end jjk so it could continue its popularity reign forever

[unhingedlesbear]

Wuahhh fun day. going to sleeeeep