I think much of the appeal of the monsterfucker space to me is less captured in individual works of art and more in the overall difference in scale conveyed by the ideas that the genre plays with.
The eroticism of something unavoidably larger and more than you. Something that you can never hope to fully understand, even as it may or may not fully understand you. A certain kind of one sided relationship, in which the human is the lesser in every way.
That post like do you think when an angel fucks a human, that's tantamount to bestiality from their side? That kind of thing. Questioning the idea that humanity is sacred or even necessarily "more". I dislike such humanist notions instinctively, and I enjoy kink that violates them. Casts humanity as unworthy of elevation in any number of ways.
It's another fantasy that I struggle to express the appeal of, because it's more artistic and poetic that it is material. It's not really a dom mood which also makes it less fitting for this blog, except in that the creation of art is as such.
Alien Boyfriend who abducted you and, once he had you all to himself, knew he couldn't just bring you back to earth. Not when you were just such a perfect specimen, look at the way you trembled and whimpered along his ridged digits. There was so much to discover about your plump body, like what would cause this noise or that. What limits you could break and what would break you- he couldn't just keep you for one night!
And once he asked you about reproductive science, finding out that it was massively under-researched? Yeah, you could forget ever going home after that. He's going to learn everything, even more than any human researcher has yet to discover.
how about fem reader being kidnapped by aliens and being touched and experimented on by there weird science tools. And then aliens needing readers milk to feed there babies cause it's better than theres.
Happy to oblige, and thanks for your patience! Without further ado, here's:
Kabr0z Writes Episode 25: Suddenly, Sci-fi
Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!
You didn't often get chance to come out here. You used to live much closer to the moors, but had to move into the city for work. You don't own a car, no point when there's trams and buses everywhere, so it's only when something brings you back to your hometown you get to revisit your old stomping grounds and reminisce on the past. You wished it had been on better terms, but the funeral was weeks ago now, and the old house you grew up in now sat empty, ready for the buyers to move in. You doubt you'll ever find the excuse to come here again now.
You shiver. From the brisk January winds, from the weight of memory.
There's a sound, you're not sure where from. More of a feeling than a noise, like a purring engine, heard from underwater.
Light. All around you, a perfect circle of blinding azure light. Your skin tingles and you notice dirt and pieces of grass floating up past you. Your hair looks as though you're in a swimming pool, floating beneath the surface, spreading out in a soft brown halo around your head. Your stomach flips and you're no longer in the moors. You're in a room, lit by that intense azure light. You screwed your eyes shut against the glare, you could still see the blue but it's less painful this way. There's a chittering sound around you, like marbles being shaken in a jar. The light cut out. You opened your eyes.
The room is still very blue, but lit much softer now. The bare walls and floor a dull silver. The chittering was still happening. You remembered something, that conspiracy nut at work always said if you think you're on an alien spaceship, you should stomp out some numbers. What were the numbers? You racked your brain. Two, three, five, seven, eleven? Whatever, it sounds like a plan.
You start stamping. You're not sure what doing maths at them will achieve, but they do seem to take notice. You finish stamping eleven times, and something taps back. Thirteen taps. You hesitate. 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, what next? Again you tried to think back to conversations you earnestly tried to not have at the time. Seventeen. Still not sure why, you stamped seventeen times, carefully counting your steps. The chittering started again. Louder, more insistent. The. The door opened. Whatever it was that stepped out into the room was in some sort of bodysuit, it looked pretty heavy-duty, and whatever it was he was holding you didn't want to get on the bad side of it.
You allowed yourself to be shepherded to another room, the alien keeping you at a distance from itself.
It was a curious sight, it had six limbs you could see: two legs and four arms. It only came up to about your shoulder, at a guess, but had a pronounced slouch so you weren't sure if it would normally be that short or if you just had the jailor with terrible posture. It showed you to a bench and motioned towards it. You sat, assuming that's what "pointing at the knee-high table" means in their culture.
That, on reflection, was a mistake.
More of the azure light bathed you. You couldn't move a muscle, paralysed where you sat. The alien opened a cupboard hidden in the wall and pulled forth a long stick with a hoop on the end. Weightless and unable to resist, it was an easy job for it to lie you down and take a bladed implement to your clothing, stripping you naked with effortless cuts. Once it had satisfied itself that every stitch of fabric was removed and you were quite immobile, it removed its suit.
A huge beetle-like creature stood before you. Mandibles chittering that rattling language into a device stuck to its thorax.
It pulled more tools out from the wall. Smaller ones, less for herding at arms length. It stood over you and started prodding you, dictating notes at your reaction. At least, that's what you guessed it was doing, it might just make that noise.
The tests got steadily more invasive. Once it had satisfied itself poking you, it started pushing devices inside you, one went into your mouth, one in your ear, it opened your legs and pushed thin probes into your asshole and your pussy. Was it taking your temperature?
It withdrew the probes, and pushed a tube into your mouth. You could see something inky-black start to flow down from the ceiling into some clear piping running down near you. You couldn't look around to see what was happening precisely, but you could guess. Something bitter flowed over your tongue from the tube. You gulped it down on reflex. It stung going down, like drinking indigestion. You could feel your heart start to race and your cheeks redden. Your whole body felt like it was blushing. Your clit started to tingle and throb. Your pussy ached and clenched. Your breathing caught and your eyes rolled as you felt hornier than you ever have before.
The alien thrust pushed something up to your pussy, and you came immediately. You heard it scurry back as your abs clenched in time with your cunt and you felt a stream of fluid escape you. You've never squirted before, who would've guessed all it newded was a cocktail of alien drugs.
The orgasm died down, but the neediness remained. You didn't care about the whole abduction thing. If you could speak you'd be begging it to fuck you. You didn't need to beg. It pressed something against you again. Again your whole body bucked and clenched, but it wasn't deterred now it knew what to expect. Something round was pushed into you. It only went an inch or so in, but you could feel the shape of it. Curved upwards, the end nestled exactly on your g-spot. A chittered command. It started to buzz. You felt your back arch as an animalistic groaning wail escaped you. You were shaking again, being held in an orgasm for minutes before it dies down. You could still feel it buzzing, driving you to another. Tears welled in your eyes as your aching cunt clenched and leaked in protest.
The alien kept taking notes, repeating the same pattern of chittered speech when you climaxed again and again. The repeated orgasms were taking their toll. Your mouth was dry but for the drip of bitter drug, your legs were twitching and aching, your abs were on fire.
Then it pushed a needle into your arm.
You couldn't see it coming this time, but you felt something hot in your veins. Your skin felt as if it was on fire, then freezing. Your breasts started to ache. With every fresh orgasm you felt hot, then cold, then your tits would ache more, over and over.
Ten? Fifteen? You don't know how many times you came until it happened. You felt a stream of milk spray from your nipples. Spurting out of you, pulsing in time with the painful clenching waves.
The chittering was manic, as though the creature was possessed. Devices were secured to your tits, probes suckling the milk from you in gentle sips, the new sensations only serving to speed up the frequency with which you kept cumming.
You don't know how long ago that was, time is meaningless here.
You were moved to another facility, then more women joined you, then men started to appear too, hooked up to similar machines.
An alien had come to your bedside once doing its rounds of the inmates. It explained in broken English, they had bought Earth in a land deal, and most humans are now livestock for them. They don't believe in eating sentient beings, but humans produce edible byproducts, which can be extracted.
So here you are. A dairy cow for aliens.
Forever
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A/N: There's one more sci-fi story in the requests box, which will be tangentially attached to this but not really. I might reuse the alien race, they're fun.
If you want to see anything, get anything, or ask anything please don't hesitate! I'm hungry for ideas and inspiration, I won't judge, and I won't name you if you don't want
You walked into the room escorted by guards, the alien warlord of the ship stood before you in a big throne, his legs open and his red skin glistening under the fluorescent lights as he smirked at you. If you weren’t in space, you would almost think he was a demon, but the ridges in his face and the lack of a nose gave him away. He was more alien than any other alien you crossed paths with, and in a way, that excited you.
He gestured for the guards to get you closer, and you shivered in anticipation. You knew it was wrong, you shouldn’t want him after the way he conquered your city and took all you cared about… But you couldn’t help yourself. Every time he appeared, your panties got wet, and your body got hot. You felt mortified to desire him as much as you did, you didn’t want to, but it was beyond your understanding.
They made you walk to him, and he patted his lap. You wanted to say no, to argue with him, to be a brat about it, but your body worked faster than your brain, and before you realized you were sitting across his legs. He kisses your shoulder, his too long fingers finding you boob and squeezing it, making you whimper low and earning a loud chuckle out of him.
“Such a slutty human, all submissive and ready to be fucked by an alien… What would your people think of you if they saw how pliant you are under my hands?” He was mean to you, and you hated how needy that made you, how much you wanted him to keep saying those words that left you quivering. “Nothing to say, little human? That’s okay… I have plenty of things to say and do to your pretty human body.”
He finished his statement with a pinch to your nipple, making you groan loud. You saw a couple other aliens around the room, turning their heads to look at you. You blushed hard, embarrassed beyond belief by your own weakness.
He turned you around, your back pressed to his chest as his arms came around your body. He caressed your sides, your legs… and when he touched your thighs he gave a direct order: “Open your legs.”
You weren’t wearing any panties, because he ordered you not to, and you were too weak to deny him anything, to needy and desperate to be good for him. If you opened your legs… everybody would see, everybody would see your most vulnerable place. You blushed harder, your clit claiming attention at the idea of being watched, or being stared at when you were being a slutty human for him.
“But… But they are looking,” you whispered, your eyes fixated on everyone else looking at you across the room. It was like his words made everyone realize they were about to get a show.
He chuckled. “I know. I want everybody to know who you belong to…” his tone went lower as he whispered against your ear: “and how pretty your voice sounds when you come around my alien dick.” He pushed harder against your closed legs, and you complied, your body craving under his desires like it always did. “That’s a good human whore,” he rewarded.
All aliens around the room were fixated on your open legs, your pussy was so wet they could probably see how desperate you were. You looked down, trying to disappear in embarrassment, but he didn’t let you. He grabbed your chin with his big hand and pushed it up, forcing you to look around as everyone whispered between themselves.
“They want you as much as I want you, little human. They are jealous I’m the one who’s going to fuck this pussy,” he punctuated that phrase with a his free hand covering your mound.
He was so big his hand covered you completely, giving you some sort of release for a few seconds, but he shortly released you, exposing your pussy to everyone else again. You whimpered at the loss and he chuckled, his lips descending to your neck as he kissed a trail down your shoulder.
“You want to know what they are seeing?” You nodded almost imperceptibly, but he continued either way. “They are seeing a little human whore exposing herself in front of them. They are seeing a traitor to her race as you crave alien dick.” He enunciated every word like a slow caress, making you groan as his fingers found your clit, rubbing circles over it as he kept talking. “They are seeing how wet it gets you to be exposed. And they like it.” He said as he slapped his big hand over your pussy. You cried out, surprised and desperate in equal parts, as he laughed and everyone around the room cheered. “See? They want your pussy as much as I do.”
You didn’t get to answer anything, your mortification freezing you in place as your eyes traveled around the room. They mumbles and whispers were getting louder, cheers and desperate eyes running over your body as the alien warlord pulled the neck of your dress down, exposing your tits to the air. The sudden movement made you groan as the cold air hit your nipples, hard as rocks in an instant.
“You are such a whore you can’t even control your body reactions. You are desperate to be fucked and stuffed like a mere fuck toy,” he slapped your pussy again, your eyes rolling back into your head as you screamed his name. He laughed behind you, cruelly. “Say it, say you are a human whore.”
“I- I’m…” He slapped your pussy again. “I’m a human whore.” You repeated, mortified.
“Again. Louder,” he instructed with another slap.
“I’m a human whore,” you said a bit louder this time.
He slapped your pussy again, making you cry out. “Louder,” he repeated, his tone harsh.
“I’m a human whore!” You screamed and his hand descended on your pussy again, making you scream his name as everyone laughed and cheered around the room.
“Good job, little human, now for the fun part…” He whispered as two of his fingers pushed inside of you in a hard thrust that left you breathless. He pushed in and out of you in a frantic pace, some aliens approaching until they were barely a couple meters from you, their eyes fixated on your gaping hole around his fingers. “They like that as much as you do, little human.” He chuckled. “Now, now… Do you want to get stuffed with cock? Don’t answer that, I know you do.”
You heard a rustle of fabric and two seconds later you felt the tip of his cock against his fingers, making you gasp as he pushed it alongside them. You whined, thrashing around trying to tell him it was too much, but you knew he wouldn’t listen either way. The girth of his cock added to his fingers was driving you insane, your walls clenching around him, who let out a tiny groan that made you feel almost powerful, before he twisted his fingers inside and pressed against your G-spot making you scream his name and start rolling your hips trying to get some release.
“Good little human, take your pleasure and show everyone how pretty you look when you come,” he encouraged, his free hand helping you move up and down his shaft.
You rode him, your desperation so big and deep that you didn’t care everyone was seeing you now, your embarrassment disappearing as you acted like the whore you were, bouncing on his dick and fingers.
“Are you getting close? Yes, you are, I can feel you pussy tightening around me… Come for me, now.” He pressed harder against your G-spot and it was all it took.
His order was like lightning, hitting you deep and making your body surrender to pleasure instantly, your juices gushing around him as everyone ooh-ed and ah-ed, some of them even clapping as you rode it out. You felt his dick twitching as he released inside of you, pulling out his fingers as he grabbed your hips with both hands and ground you down into him. He groaned low and harshly as you felt every shoot of his come deep inside.
Readers when the hot alien/monster wants to take them to their planet, sex them up with their unique schlongs, knock them up, and treat them like royalty for the rest of their lives:
concept: an alien/robot absolutely destroying your pussy for 'research' but winds up being super into it and saying 'the results were inconclusive' so they have an excuse to keep going
Been thinking about getting abducted by aliens recently. Taken from my bed in the middle of the night by big scaly aliens to be used as a fuck toy. I'm just a hole to them, a glorified pet to use for their pleasure.
Maybe I become the ships fuck hole. Stuck in a wall to be used by pent up alien cock. Stretched out for hours and hours. Getting stuffed until my stomach bulges with thick cum. I barley get any sleep stuck on cock after cock.
Maybe they push eggs into me that I have to push back out. So that even after my 'shift' I'm still stretched out and full.
Or maybe they take me for sale on some remote planet. Where I get bought by a hulking beast with four arms and a monster cock. And I spend my days getting trained to take it. Trained to service my master at any moment. They train away my gag reflex so that they can push all the way down my throat, until my tongue can play with their balls. I'll have to learn to breath around it, drooling all over myself.
And once ive been trained and stretched to take their massive cock they have me strapped to them. So they can wear me around like a piece of jewelry. Constantly cock warming them. They can grope my ass and show off my other hole to friends. An invitation to share.
Fuck, I wanna be a fuck pet to some big aliens. I'm just some holes for them.
Your head is hammering with the worst headache of your life. Artificial light surrounds you, and as you come to your eyes adjust to the new space. You're not in your tent anymore, not out in the woods camping—you're on a space ship. An alien space ship, if those three lean extraterrestrial creatures in front of you are anything to go by. They make noises that sound like nothing you've ever heard before. One of them reaches out and puts something in your ear. And their noises start making sense.
“Which category are you?” one of them asks.
Which category?, you think, your brain still lagging behind.
One alien reaches into the air and two little holograms, one of male, one of female genitalia—like taken straight from a biology school book—appear before you. You weakly point to the female one. The three of them share a look, and one of them starts strapping you into your seat. Only now, you notice that you're basically in a gyn chair, naked except for a weird gown not unlike those they give out in hospitals.
“What is happening?” you let out breathlessly, looking up at the tallest alien.
He ignores you, pulls up another hologram of what appears to be a womb and studies it. He's not wearing any clothes, you notice. All of them are bare, showing off their strange physique, soft alien cocks between their legs. You try not to look.
“Stage one!” the tall alien calls out.
Everything goes dark. Someone has put a contraption on your head, like virtual reality goggles. It shows clips of humans having sex. You hear the sounds, the moans, start to get wet. Someone removes your gown. You get nervous. Feel them hovering over you, feel them attaching little chips to your body. When the goggles are removed, there are five alien scientists standing around your gyn chair, taking notes on your arousal response. They have spread your legs so far that they have a perfect view of your pussy, now dripping with wetness.
They wrap up, all business-like, all but one leaving the room. “Stage two!” he calls out.
You're shaking now. Every limb bound, you have no way of escaping this experiment. Your eyes go wide as a single alien comes up from behind you. There's something different about him. At first, you can't tell what. But then, he positions himself between your legs and you see the massive alien cock, hard and throbbing, pressing against your entrance.
“Which hole?” he asks the alien scientist, who then points to your pussy. The alien starts pushing in. Bottoms out inside you and then some. You're stretched open wide, have a perfect view of how much alien cock you can take. A shudder goes through you. It feels amazing. The texture, the form, so different from human cock. You wait for him to fuck you. But—nothing happens. He doesn't move one bit.
The aliens start talking to each other, completely forgetting you're here. The alien whose cock is inside you describes his sensations to the scientists: wet and warm, tight, nothing like the slime crevices they normally use. Use for what?, you want to ask, but it seems like you're just a lab rat to them. Frustrated, you start moving your hips, little thrusts forth and back. Barely moving on his cock. But then, the aliens look down at you. Curious, as if they've never seen that behavior before. And the alien between your legs understands. He starts thrusting. Slowly, at first, then speeding up. In no time, your moans echo through the lab as the alien pounds you—seemingly getting enjoyment out of this.
It's new to him, you realize. He's never fucked like this in his life. Some of the aliens from before have re-joined the experiment, looking on curiously, taking notes. The tall scientist remains by your side the whole time. You try ignoring his growing cock, try focusing on the sensations in your body. Something weird starts happening. The cock inside you engorges. It feels different now. Something is inside his cock. And the alien speeds up. Your legs start shaking, your moans get high-pitched and you feel the scientists staring at you as if you're the alien, as if they've never seen another creature riding this wave of ecstasy. You come hard, thrash around in your chair and far away, you hear: “Stage three.”
The cock inside you pushes something out. Something round. It presses against your cervix and you feel it disappear into your womb. You cry out in surprise. The alien fucks you in a frenzy—stops, forces another egg into you, and continues. You keep coming and coming. It feels so good. The tall scientist puts a hand on your belly and you watch it rise as more and more eggs get pumped into you. You have a little bump by the time he's spent. Your body tries to catch up on all those new sensations, but the tall alien next to you immediately pushes the other one off of you and slides his cock inside. He pounds you hard and fast, noises that sound like laughing spilling from his mouth. He's enjoying this. He's enjoying your pussy. He mimicks your sounds when he comes inside you, in the same way the other did. His eggs take up the remaining space, your belly now big and round. Those that didn't fit slide out of your gaping pussy.
The alien scientist turns to his colleagues who have watched the procedure with fascination. “This one,” he says solemnly, “It is going to be this one.”
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