Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Tabenings - Maria Edition

I've been working my way back to 'Pierced', recently - lots of people - well, a few people - want me to finish it, and I want to finish it, and I know what comes next although I am waffling badly on the ending.

As you are probably aware, Half Shim wrote a yummy riff on 'Pierced' titled 'Incubated', which slid neatly into my "reliable shlick" folder. As I have long maintained, I write the stories that I want to read / get off to; but for whatever reason reading my own stories doesn't really do it for me (the two exceptions being 'Adaptation' and 'Fitness'). So what is best in life? Having someone else write a story much like mine but not by me. And 'Incubated' went right into that bucket, oh yes.

I could name a number of other stories - 'Hornet's Nest' ferinstance - but that would be sliding away from the main thrust of this post.

So the other night while I was entertaining myself, wink wink, I imagined up a little riff on 'Incubated' and figured rather than just yammer at you this Tabsday I'd share that with you instead. It ain't much but, hey, maybe you'll like it.

One never knows what specific notes in a smut story will really hit the buttons - one of my favorite bits in 'Incubated' is the not-particularly-important scene where Alys, in a public restroom, finds a janitor who has been grabbed by one of the crawlers. Maybe it was the uniform, but I can really picture it in my mind. So whilst entertaining myself I mentally expanded upon the scene to add more, you know, hardcore porn.

Here's the original scene:

The first few stalls were empty, the toilets sitting there like silent sentinels. It was about halfway down the row that she found a victim. It was a woman, in her natural mid-thirties, no rejuv. She was wearing a gray janitorial uniform with the name ‘Maria’ printed in cursive above her left breast. Her mouth was jammed full of alien tail, her shiny cap staring back at Alys like a polished bowling ball. Her chest rose and fell, the alien’s legs twitching, but she was otherwise comatose.

Alys was surprised that the sight had gotten her aroused again. Not something she had expected after killing a gross alien and finding more evidence of their infiltration. Moreover, seeing the infested janitor was giving her a feeling of rightness. It was disconcerting—she couldn’t resolve the strange cognitive dissonance.

She shook her head. Couldn’t do anything for the lady now, their best hope still lay with getting the power back. Backing away, she was about to leave when the tail of the alien started to withdraw.

There was a wet slurp as it pulled out, the poor woman’s neck bulging as the articulated tail unfurled. It curled around the woman’s neck like a necklace. The rough segments, wet with saliva, dangled with a latent threat. The last section popped out of her rounded lips with a spurt.

Her frozen mouth twisted into a smile. She started to speak with a slight accent, her voice rushing out in a whisper. “The Brood speaks...obey. Listen to the Brood...obey. Worship the Brood...obey.”

Alys was frightened, but also—intrigued. It was so hot to watch the alien manipulate the former custodian’s thoughts. Did the alien squirt an egg into her brain? Had it tunneled inside? What would it be like to wear an alien controller and have her mind trained for obedience? Her bad thoughts displaced with an obedient core? Her thighs clenched.

The strange thoughts frightened her as much as they intrigued. Both her mind and body were starting to agree that being enslaved by the aliens was very fun, almost necessary. She needed to get out of the bathroom before she stripped down and masturbated in front of the brainless custodian.

I could get into how much fun the prose is ("being enslaved by the aliens was very fun, almost necessary") but that would distract from my purpose here. In 'Incubated', Alys, unnerved and aroused, hurries back to her friends.

In my mind, that just takes a little longer:


Her head capped by the crawler's carapace, Maria continued to whisper, utterly unaware of Alys' emotional turmoil. "Obey. Yes. Submit. Yes. Join..." Her voice caught, and when she resumed her soft off-world accent was suddenly more pronounced. "N.. n... no. What is... What is... nnn."

'She's fighting it,' Alys realized. 'It's inside her head - physically inside her head - like a tongue in her brain-" the mental image sent another inexplicable thrill through her sex - "but some part of her is still resisting."

The janitor's hands, lying limp on the floor, twitched. Then, jerkily, they rose, bending at the elbow, the hands reaching for the woman's breasts, fingers alighting on them, squeezing.

"Brood is," Maria gasped through glossy lips, "pleasure. Brood is.... master. Nnn..."

Alys watched the grey-uniformed woman awkwardly grope her own breasts and felt her cheeks flush.

Why was this so hot? Why couldn't she stop staring?

Why did she want to...

The idea bloomed inside Alys' own mind like an expanding star. The crawler needed to distract Maria with pleasure. It was in fact using the woman's own body to do so, but awkwardly. What it needed was...


Alys, already bent almost double to stare, let her knees sag to the ground. She swallowed hard, but something inside her, some... need... told her that she really wanted to do this, that... that... that doing this was really, really, really what she wanted to do. She was juicing like crazy, she could feel her own squishiness, and poor Maria just needed to, needed to cum, so that she could obey...

Now on her knees, Alys put a hand forward, between Maria's splayed legs. Then another. She crawled forward until she could smell the janitor's flesh, until Maria could have easily taken hold of Alys if only she could see.

Or think.

Maria squeezed her breasts again. "Obey. Brood." she mumbled.

Alys reached forward and took hold of the big brass zipper at Maria's neck.

When she began to pull down, Maria froze.

Alys wasn't worried about that. About what Maria might do. Alys... needed... to do this.

The zipper went down, and down, to Maria's waist. Maria's mouth was still moving, slowly, but not in speech - she was making 'o' shapes, and closing them, as though she were absent-mindedly sucking on something.

Alys, back on her haunches, reached forward with both hands and pulled the jumpsuit open. Maria was wearing a lacy pink bra, dark nipples very visible, aerolae peering over the top of the lace. Alys reached up, slid the shoulder straps off onto Maria's arms, and pulled the cups down, sliding the entire bra downward. Maria's breasts came free.

Alys leaned forward. She was panting.

Her pursed lips closed around Maria's left nipple.

Maria shivered and spoke: "Yessssssss..."

Alys suckled at Maria's tit, using her left hand to grope the other. This was so hot, so incredibly erotic, molesting this woman - this staff woman - as she lay helpless on the floor while her brain was consumed.

No, not consumed - reprogrammed.

Why was it so hot?

Alys suckled, and squeezed.

Maria's breath had sped up. "Obey. Brood." she whispered. "Worship. Brood. Become. Brood."

Alys suckled, and squeezed, and reached between her own legs; she almost came from the very first touch. She was just a tool, helping this woman, helping her to become-

A gentle hand alighted on Alys' head.

"Eat. My. Pussy." the glossy lips said.

Alys whined and let the nipple pop wetly from her lips. Maria's face was tilted towards the ceiling, but her hands were at her shoulders, sliding the uniform sleeves down her arms.

Alys took hold of the grey fabric around Maria's waist and knee-shuffled backwards on the concrete floor, pulling the uniform with her. The dark-skinned woman arched her back, raising her ass from the ground, and the uniform pulled smoothly away, revealing Maria's white panties - lacy bra or no, she apparently hadn't had plans that evening.

Alys stared at the white panties, a huge damp spot making them almost transparent over Maria's labia.

"Suck," Maria's lips demanded.

Alys hooked her fingers into the panties and pulled them down, revealing a neatly trimmed black pubis over completely hairless lips. Lips glistening with wet.

She needed to do this.

With a helpless moan, Alys lay down on the concrete floor and pushed her mouth into Maria's pussy. Maria's body jolted, and she made a strangled noise of appreciation.

Alys began to lick, and suck, and feed on Maria's wonderful pussy.

As she lapped away, Maria's lilting voice continued.

"Obey. Brood. Drone. Brood. Yes. Yes. I am a brood drone. Yes. Yes. I am a brood drone. Yes."

How wonderful that must be.


Alys smacked her lips and looked groggily down at the woman in the stall. She looked like she had just been fucked, her janitor's uniform wadded between her knees, her legs splayed open, her pussy bare and glistening and delicious-looking. Her pink bra was pulled down her torso revealing marvelous breasts sagging just perfectly to either side.

The crawler attached to the woman's head glistened in the dim lighting. Alys had a sudden desire to lie down, to press her own naked flesh against the woman and suck on her glistening mouth as she finger-fucked her until-

Alys shook her head. What was happening to her? She frowned. How long had she-?

She needed to get out of this bathroom before... before.

Dizzy, Alys turned from the obscenely splayed woman and stumbled towards the exit.


Monday, June 26, 2017

I Am A Pig

"I Am A Pig" goes in all fields!

What I am referring to is actually one of my favorite songs, "I Am A Pig". After Rob Halford left Judas Priest and came out as gay, he had a short-lived band called '2wo' (pronounced "two" I suppose) which had some totally under-appreciated songs, the best of which IMO is "I Am A Pig".

There's a poor quality video capture of the music video on YouTube:

Which, for us musical enthusiasts / perverts, is totally worth watching. If you like the song, try the audio only version, it's a much better sample.

I love the song - and I also love the video, and wish there was a better version available - mostly for the music, but check out the lyrics and see if you can understand how I might just feel they apply to me:

Who put all this
Dirt in my machine?
All I did was
Try to keep it clean

Don't be stupid
Everybody knows
I was only
Straightening my clothes

- chorus-
What do we got?
What do we got here?

You saw something
That had not begun
All the time I
Knew the light was on

- chorus-
What do we got?
What do we got here?

Perverts untie!

Friday, June 23, 2017

Tenebrous tape

It's Friday night and I should be on the dance floor watching television and going to bed early, but I saw something yummy and wanted to share.

I had not heard of the Black Tape Project before, but... mmm. Mmmmmmmmm.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Tabenings - Almost Late Edition

Yarg it's Tuesday! I'll have you know I was getting into bed when I remembered that I was supposed to post something. And by God here I am posting something, when I could be already tucked into my nice... soft... zzzz....

Anyways, let's see. Still working my way through The Last Sovereign (see last post). Lots of going back and reloading to get the "best" results. After I finish that up, I may be about ready to pick up Mass Effect: Andromeda. I wonder if there's some DLC lined up I should wait for.

Hmm, if you hadn't seen it - or heard it, I guess - Anaximanes posted an interview with Callidus on his YouTube channel that's worth a listen. Some more neat pictures from Telsis on his DeviantArt page, this time with Rouge-like latex nurses. Steri-Nurses, to be precise.

Okay, I'm going to bed. I've resolved a plot point in my head for 'Flesh', so although it will be hard to write (I hate being mean to my characters), I should be able to drive the plot the direction I want it to go.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Tabenings - Harem Edition

So that's going fairly well, albeit slowly. I've been spending some of my free time recently playing The Last Sovereign, a pornographic RPG Maker game. It's... well, it's really good. Although frustrating.

Sierra Lee's writing is excellent, and her plotting is better - really, Bethesda, look at this game and then look at Fallout 4 and hang your head in shame - but there are a lot of hidden mechanics and it's really aggravating to find yourself with a bad or mediocre result at one point due to something you missed six hours of gameplay earlier. I've restarted from saves a number of times and it's getting old.

That said, find a good walkthrough and give it a shot, if you are fine with textual porn. And why would you be here if you aren't? But if you like naughty pictures - and I do, a bunch - she also has two other games with actual drawn porn in them, Noxian Nights and the recently inaugurated Kingdom of Deception. The KoD intro is fun, though a bit short, and personally I don't get into prostitution as a fetish so it's a bit lost on me. Orcs, sure, but whoring is 'meh' as far as I'm concerned. Not that it's mandatory, but if you want the small amount of smut in the KoD intro you kind of have to go that route.

All the games are free in one of the usual Patreon models, where the most recent content is for folks what pays their money and the earlier content is freely downloadable.

More 'Flesh' shortly.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Tabenings - Minimalist Edition

So! The trial balloon has been released, as the observant among you probably noticed. Slow going to start, but I had to spend time looking some stuff up. And I forgot just how much I change things during editing - but then, you can witness that in action. I was gonna do some more tonight, but now it's late already. *frowny face*

I guess I'll keep things short this week, since I'll be back around on the other 'T' day. Adios!