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It couldn’t be this hard to find a single can of food.
Takumi told himself that, anyway. The hunger was starting to get to him and all this time poking around dilapidated ruins was proving unsuccessful. There had to be food somewhere. These buildings didn’t even look that old.
He checked everywhere he could, digging through trash cans and ransacking old department stores. There were a handful of empty office buildings that only had remnants of what looked to be meals. Empty cups, dusty take-out containers— nothing substantial. Takumi couldn’t help but wonder about the people who left these things behind. They couldn’t have left a single can of food?
The sun was still high. There was time to keep looking, but after a little break. He’d just taken a seat on a bit of rubble when he heard something rummage around in a bin. His sword was in his hands in an instant, but instead of the usual invader, something… spilled out of the bin.
It was an invader, but there was something wrong with this one. It moved differently, jerked around as if it didn’t quite know how to control its limbs, dragging its jelly-like body along the ground in random directions. Takumi gripped his sword as he took a step towards it, noticing it didn’t have any eyes. Or ears, a mouth, nose— just like the other invaders he’d seen until now. It looks more like a washed up jellyfish than a real threat, and had it not been a bright neon blue, he would have left it to crawl around on its own.
It’d be an easy kill, at least. He stepped closer and poked at its body with the tip of his sword, noting how easily the blade sank into it, like slicing through pudding. The creature squealed the deeper he pressed his sword into its body, but he wasn’t cutting through anything. Takumi could faintly see its organs swimming around the inside of its body, a mish mash of shapes vaguely resembling lungs and intestines and— a stomach? Does this thing eat? The thought of this slimy thing eating something… Takumi shuddered.
He pulled his sword out, scrunching his nose up as the blade came out covered in slime . And he knew it was a little silly, being so put off (he’d stabbed commanders in the chest, after all, and blood was harder to wash out than it looked) but it was just… gross. The texture was different from blood. Blood was like water, but this was solid and jiggly and he really needed to just stab this thing and get it over with.
While Takumi was considering just how disgusting this little monster was, he completely missed the fact that it had gone still. Its body had turned towards him, as if finally noticing that something was standing right there next to it. Its limbs stuttered for a moment before inching towards one of his boots.
Takumi landed on his back hard. His sword had fallen out of his hand, clattering to the ground at the same time his head hit the ground. The invader anchored itself onto his ankles, dragging itself closer for its other limbs to grab hold of his legs.
“Hey—!” He watched as one of the flimsy tentacles from just moments ago suddenly wrapped around his thigh tight, taking on a more solid form. Even its body had become more firm from where it climbed up his leg, and he quickly tried shaking it off with a startled cry. Even if it were more solid, it was still wet, soaking his clothes down to his skin the further it climbed. Where was it even trying to go?
He didn’t want to find out. Takumi scrambled for his sword, fumbling with the hilt before getting a proper grasp on it. The invader was halfway up his stomach when he brought it down roughly into its body, piercing right through one of its organs. Unlike the tiny squeal from before, it let out a monstrous screech this time. Takumi must have hit something important because something even spurted from the wound, splattering across his face. Whatever it was was just as wet and the same blue color as the rest of the invader’s body, and he resisted the urge to gag.
Despite landing a blow, however, it was still alive. If anything, its grip on his legs only tightened , and its remaining two continued to climb up his body as it dragged its body up his chest. Takumi couldn’t see past where it sagged against his chest, and he didn’t want to accidentally chop off one of his own legs, so he adjusted his grip on his sword to try to drive it into this thing’s body again, but it just moved too quickly. One of its limbs shoved itself between his lips and into his mouth before he could realize what it was doing.
When he did, he tried to scream. The invader had gone past his mouth before Takumi felt something hot and wet shoot down his throat, leaving him no choice but to swallow. He really did gag then; whatever he was made to swallow almost came back up. It was flavorless, for the most part, but left an oddly sweet aftertaste when the appendage slipped out of his mouth. Too sweet. His head swam and his chest felt tight, the sound of his own heartbeat suddenly rushing so loudly in his ears.
Takumi’s mouth hung open as he tried to take in as much air as possible. His lungs felt too small, ribcage crushing them behind a too-tight cage while the rest of his body gradually became too hot . Everything was hot. Everything felt too heavy and too hot, and his uniform was sticking to his skin so uncomfortably that he just couldn’t keep it on. Too hot. Too hot .
And the invader wasn’t finished. It tightened its grip on his legs and, horrifically, Takumi felt a pair of new limbs wrap around his waist to squeeze whatever air was left out of him. In fact, its body seemed to grow right in front of him, its slimy appendages swelling around his body with a newfound strength and weight while Takumi seemed to shrink. He felt too hot and too weak and he was sure his clothes were going to burn him alive if he kept them on any longer, but this thing just wouldn’t get off of him. It sat dense and disgustingly wet on his chest, peering down at him— which was stupid, this thing didn’t have eyes to peer with, and yet the blank space where its face should be was facing him with intensity. As if waiting for something to happen.
Despite his arms and legs feeling more mush than bone, he knew he had to get away. Back to campus, back to his room, and back to his shower where he can douse himself with cold water. The world spun as Takumi tried to get to his knees, flopping onto his stomach like a dead fish. Everything felt so heavy . The invader clung to his body through it all, shifting from his waist to sit on the small of his back. It still had his legs in a vice grip, making it all the more difficult to crawl away.
And then he felt it. He thought he was losing his mind at that point, but then it happened again. And again, and again and again: something wet and slimy was rubbing between his legs. Quite deliberately. Takumi held himself up with shaky arms, glancing downwards only to nearly gag. One of the invader’s limbs, swollen and shiny with— something he didn’t want to know was grinding against him. Right over his clothes, staining them until he could feel the raw friction of cloth over his cunt.
And the heat building in his body seemed to shift downward. A familiar coil beginning to wind itself in his belly with every wet press between his legs.
“No,” he shook his head wildly, again trying to pick himself up onto his arms so he could crawl away, “No, no, this isn’t… happening…!”
But this position only gave the invader a better advantage. Another pair of limbs sprouted from its body and snaked their way beneath his shirt and up his back, spreading more sticky ooze along his skin. They slid down his arms until fastening around his wrists, pinning them behind his back so his head dropped back against the ground. Takumi did gag this time, shuddering at the wet-hot sensation of the invader touching his skin and making the heat that much worse .
He could only stare at his sword as it lay a few feet away. His breaths came out harshly, panting like a dog under stress, trying to keep from rolling his hips against the tentacle trying to— trying to what? Frustration bubbled in his gut at both the invader and himself. He didn’t want this and yet if it were going to happen, why couldn’t it just get it over with?
The invader unwrapped itself from his legs for just a moment. Not long enough for him to kick it away or even get onto his feet, and even then, Takumi hardly trusted himself to stay upright for long, let alone fight . No, it seemed it realized it wouldn’t be getting anywhere by just grinding against his pants. It fiddled with the fabric before he felt something hot hit his crotch and backside, as if it spat onto him.
“H-Hey! Don’t…”
Like this, he could hardly twist his body to even see what was happening behind him. He could feel a light breeze blow past his legs, though, before it turned into a full chill. It took a few moments to realize there was nothing covering him up, anymore. His pants weren’t simply pulled down, they were— just gone . Fabric hadn’t even hit the floor, it was as if it had disintegrated .
Acid. It had to be acid. Takumi ground his teeth and swallowed back a sob. Was this thing just biding its time? Playing with its food before the slaughter? This little monster could have spat acid in his face at any moment and it still could, but it didn’t. It wasn’t. So why—?
There was no time to think about it. It had gotten his pants and underwear out of the way and left him completely bare, practically wide open and agonizingly, embarrassingly, shamefully wet. The combination of having this part of himself revealed so brazenly and at the hands of a mindless invader was torture. And halfway boneless and horny on top of it all, he may as well have slit his stomach open with his own sword.
Still, Takumi tried inching away. Wriggling his hips so as to shake the little fucker off, but it was locked onto his body tight . It was determined to see this through, now, but why? Why him? And how did it know where to touch, where to put its—
Takumi’s body went frigid at the first breach. The invader hadn’t thought to take it slow, probably had no idea that Takumi would need time to adjust to its size and shape and texture, but of fucking course it didn’t, it was a brainless monster . It completely knocked the wind out of his lungs, and had even pushed his body forward with the impact of its thrust. And it was— it was big. Bigger than anything he’d had before (which wasn’t saying much, having used the same bullet vibrator for years back home when he had the chance) and incredibly slimy, slicking his thighs and insides up with just that one push. He didn’t know what it was secreting, just that it wasn’t acid but still making his body warm up all the same.
“Fuck,” he gasped, digging his nails into his palms the further it went, “Fuck, that— hurts!”
It did, but it didn’t. Not as bad as he thought it would, anyway, but maybe that had to do with the stuff he swallowed earlier. Maybe it had some sort of effect on his body that you’d only hear about from erotic manga, something to lessen the pain and make his body more willing to take something this size. And if that were the case, had this thing planned this out from the beginning? Set its sights on him the moment he stabbed it with his sword? Was this payback for that?
Whatever the reason, Takumi was stuck here. He tried breathing through the stretch and burn, choking back his own voice. He wouldn’t moan. He couldn’t . Doubtful that the invader would even know what that sound meant, but the principle of it all— he couldn’t just moan like he was enjoying it (even if he were). Takumi would never forgive himself. Even if nobody were here to see him like this, reduced to a sleeve for nothing else but this invader’s sick pleasure, he couldn’t let himself fall that far.
At least he had that tiny blessing. No one came with him this far, so—
“Takumi-kun?”
The urge to gag came back tenfold. He really might throw up whatever was left of his lunch right here. That was just what he needed, wasn’t it.
Aotsuki was still dressed in his uniform. He approached slowly, but it was already too late. Anyone could see what Takumi had gotten himself into. Even the invader hadn’t so much as paused, still working on shoving the rest of its length up his cunt. Takumi considered asking Eito to kill him there, Revive-O-Matic be damned. There was no coming back from this.
“You…” he stopped just a few feet away, next to his sword on the ground. Eito looked at a loss for words, a flush slowly crawling its way over his face. “You, ah… This is… a bad time, I take it?”
He held his own weapon in his hand, the scythe’s blade curving backwards and away. Takumi tried to shake his head, hair falling over his eyes as he finally allowed himself to scream. “Help— Kill it, please!”
“Help?” said Aotsuki, “But you don’t look like you need help, Takumi-kun.”
Huh?
Takumi stared up at him with wide, glassy eyes. The invader had stopped for a moment, having reached as far as it could go without breaking him. Even so, he felt broken. Something had to be broken or ripped. He wondered if the wet mess on his thighs was just slick or if part of it was blood.
His breaths were coming out too fast. There wasn’t enough oxygen to get down into his lungs, but he tried speaking anyway, stuttering out, “But… But— But I—”
“I mean…” Takumi watched in horror as Aotsuki rounded him slowly, peeking at where the invader had stuffed itself inside of him. And he continued to watch as a smile slowly stretched across his lips, as he even huffed out a laugh . “You look like you’re taking it pretty well. What do you need my help for?”
No. No, no no no no, what was wrong with him? Was this really Aotsuki Eito and not some sort of sick hallucination his brain had cooked up thanks to whatever the invader fed him? Why would he say something like that? Why would he…
“Unless…” Aotsuki made his way back towards Takumi’s line of sight, “Don’t tell me this isn’t enough for you.” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head as if reprimanding a disobedient pet, “You shouldn’t be so greedy, Takumi-kun. Maybe if you ask nicely, it’ll use your other hole too. It may as well, right?”
“No!” Takumi sobbed, a choppy wet sound heaving from his chest, “No more!”
“Oh,” Aotsuki pursed his lips, tapping his chin as if in thought, “I don’t think it’s even gotten started.”
And miraculously, he was right. The invader dragged itself partway out of his cunt before slamming back in, knocking Takumi’s face back against the ground. His cheek stung as if he’d been slapped, though it was nothing compared to the ache between his legs. It was so big, and if it weren’t for the copious amount of slick from both himself and the invader, its ridges would have felt that much worse against his walls.
He groaned out of sheer humiliation and pleasure. This was wrong. All of it felt awful. And Aotsuki was just— standing there, watching it happen. Takumi didn’t know what was making him feel worse. Tears welled in his eyes and streaked down his face regardless, leaving tracks against his dirtied cheeks.
At this, Aotsuki kneeled in front of him. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and thumbed away his tears, cooing like one would with a little kid who’d just fallen off their bike. “Now don’t cry, Takumi-kun. You’ll look uglier than you already do. Have a little dignity.”
Takumi wanted to scream. Dignity? At a time like this? He had to be joking. This had to be a bad dream. Aotsuki wasn’t like this. He wouldn’t say this.
“Still, I should have known you’d be into this sort of thing. What is it that does it for you? The fact that someone’s watching? Or the actual alien invader making a mess of you?” Aotsuki hummed, carding his hand through Takumi’s hair thoughtfully. All the while, as he said, Takumi’s pussy continued to be drilled into. It was incredibly hard to keep any noises from coming out of his mouth, now. Takumi had his bottom lip between his teeth tight enough to draw blood, until Aotsuki carefully pulled it out. His thumb lingered on the gash, gently pressing on it so more blood could pour out from it. “Or are you excited that I found you, and not someone else? You’re honestly lucky I found you like this. The others don’t know about your situation, right?”
Situation . That was putting it kindly. Of course no one else knew. No one else had to know, and the only people who did know were a million miles away somewhere in the Tokyo Residential Complex. Karua never cared. Nerve made it a big deal, never asked him why, just started calling him “Takkun” until it stuck.
But now— Aotsuki knew. Now he knew and now Takumi didn’t know whether to trust him or not.
He shook his head both as an answer to his question and to get his hands away. Aotsuki held on, though. Just as stubborn as the invader glued to his body.
“Leave me alone,” Takumi cried, “if you’re n-not here to help, then just— just go away.”
Aotsuki’s smile grew wider. His gaze felt electric, pinned to Takumi’s expression. His eyes, his nose, his mouth, all of him. Takumi had never been looked at like that before. It terrified him.
“I can’t leave now. As disgusting as you are, I can’t just leave,” Aotsuki laughed, positively delighted as he held Takumi’s crying face in his hands, “You said you needed help, right? Well, I wonder if our invader friend would mind if I borrowed you for a bit. It isn’t using your mouth, after all.”
Takumi’s bottom lip trembled terribly. He twisted away as far as he could go, away from Aotsuki and his electric eyes and his too-big smile. “No! No, get the hell away—!”
A hand fisted itself into his hair and yanked his head back painfully, right against Aotuski’s lap. Takumi tried jerking away, but his grip was firm. He undid the button and zipper to his pants quickly, clumsily, as excited as a child with a new toy.
“We don’t have long,” he said, “it should be finishing up soon.”
Takumi didn’t have time to wonder what the hell he meant. In a few moments he was stuffed on both ends, mouth opening wide to accommodate Aotsuki’s arousal. Any attempts to pull away were useless. There was nowhere for him to go like this. The invader had sped up its thrusts, grip tightening on his legs and wrists to the point he feared the bones might snap. Aotsuki’s fingers dug into his skull so hard his brain might just start oozing out between the cracks and there was nowhere for him to go.
Aotsuki’s hips snapped maliciously against his mouth. He never once took his eyes off of Takumi.
“I never thought I’d do something like this,” he laughed, breathless, “but you just bring out a different side of me, Takumi-kun.”
He looked so happy . Takumi didn’t know a person could look so happy. To the point of deranged. His head swam the longer he was forced to look up at him. Was this really his same teammate?
His cock throbbed in his mouth. Aotsuki groaned and held his head with both hands, bending over him to shove himself deeper down his throat. Takumi could hardly breathe, trying to take in air through his nose as quickly as possible.
“Don’t look at me like that. You’ll make me throw up.” Aotsuki hissed, pumping his hips sporadically and gracelessly. Takumi screwed his eyes shut and tried to focus on anything besides the ache in his jaw and between his legs but everything else hurt . All he could do was take it, legs trembling the harder the invader drilled into him and shoulders tensing from the intensity of Aotsuki’s thrusts.
The boy above him moaned, long and pretty. Prettier than any of the sounds Takumi had been making up until now, but that was just like Aotsuki Eito. He always seemed so put together. It would make sense he’d sound just as sweet when he came, pulling out just to coat Takumi’s lips and face with his spend. Hot, like the acid that burned his clothes off. He wished it would burn his skin off until he was nothing but bones and ashes.
Though he was hardly that lucky. The invader knocked into him particularly hard once, then twice. Seemingly finished as well, only—
Takumi’s legs nearly gave out. Something was filling him up. Pumping into him in spurts, not unlike how Aotsuki just did all over his face, but it couldn’t be. It couldn’t, this thing wasn’t trying to… Why would it?
Aotsuki was laughing. Takumi twisted away from him to get a look, blinking through tears and sputtering through a coughing fit, but what he saw didn’t make any sense.
He collapsed onto his side out of fear. Behind him, Aotsuki shifted him until he was in a seated position, plugged up and now swollen . It was ever so slight. His lower belly distended just an inch or so, but he could tell. Of course he could tell, this was his fucking body and he didn’t have that before. Is that why he felt so full? What had this thing put inside of him that felt so warm?
Something shifted inside of him—the invader. Something was moving, something was touching the entrance to his cunt where he and the invader were still connected. It was trying to push inside.
“What’s— What’s happening?” he bleated, “What is it doing?”
“Look at that…” murmured Aotsuki, “I didn’t know the invaders could reproduce this way.”
Takumi tried to get away. He tried kicking against his restraints, but the invader was still hugging his waist and Aotsuki now seemed determined to see this to the end and that something was still pushing against his hole with such pressure he thought he would split open. It felt like a tennis ball trying to force its way inside of him, but that couldn’t be right. That would mean it was trying to…
An awful sob wracked his body. It was halfway inside of him now.
“You have to stop it!” He begged, “Please, just— take it out!”
Aotsuki hooked his head over Takumi’s shoulder, and one of his hands slid down over his stomach. “But I’m really curious to see how this plays out, Takumi-kun. Aren’t you? You might be the first human to act as an incubator. Who knows what would happen?”
Takumi’s hips bucked as the invader finally pushed its egg inside of him. The overwhelming pain and pleasure was just too much, and he vaguely felt his bladder give way quickly after. Not that he could see much after that— the last thing he remembered was Aotsuki pulling away and letting him fall onto the ground with a hiss. Beneath him, the invader finally detached itself from his body.
Aotsuki said something too, but Takumi’s mind was too much of a jumbled mess to process it. It couldn’t have been important. His body felt heavy enough to sink through the floor, mind halfway out of consciousness.
Takumi was so tired . Sticky and wet and full and he just wanted to sleep. Aotsuki was here, so he could kill the invader, couldn’t he? Before it got to anyone else. Before it did the same thing to anyone else.
The last thing he remembered was hearing the invader squeal before it went completely silent.
He slept.