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Peace and silence. I float aimlessly in the clear liquid of the stasis tank, suspended where I am by two straps under my arms. It's comfortable... hauntingly comfortable. I could float here forever, feeling warm, safe and secure. The cryo fluid cycles through me, flowing down my throat and constantly being excreted back into the tube, providing me all the chemicals needed to sustain my body on its way down to my bladder.

I am a green-scaled lizard with a yellow belly, a Corporal in the colony fleet of the Reptilian Empire. Like my cousin, who was a well-known commando in the military, I possess a slender and athletic frame, perfect for a scout such as me. I am wearing only a high-cut black speedo, standard-issue under-armour also in stasis.

Considering I've been sleeping in this stasis tank for a thirteen-year journey, I expect my cousin is probably a renowned general by now.

I slowly open my tired eyes in the clear liquid as the change in the chemical composition of the tube brings me to wakefulness. It feels so pleasant to just float here in the warm fluid, lazily sleeping away the years that pass. To my dismay, the liquid begins to drain. A few minutes pass as the tube empties and I urinate out the last of the cryo fluid as it drains completely from the tube and from me. I continue to hang from the straps wrapped around my chest as the glass tube slides down, exposing me to the tool air of the cryo compartment.

The straps lower me to the ground and unwind from around me. With wobbly legs, I step out of the tank. After performing a few simple stretches and letting my scales dry off, I look around and notice no one else in the compartment. The other tanks are already open, but I expected to see my awakening crewmates.

When my limbs feel strong again, I walk over to the wall and turn on the intercom to the bridge.

"Come in, bridge. This is cryo bay 04. Please respond..." I say.

I try again several times over the course of a few minutes. I eventually give up and decide to go looking for answers, turning away from the intercom and heading to the main exit. The large mechanical door opens by itself as I approach, still clad only in my black speedo. I slowly trudge down the metal hallway, keeping my ears open for any sounds. I hear only the creaking of metal in the distance.

I turn right at an intersection and I'm startled by what I see: The corridor is dripping with some kind of green slime that seems to be all over the place, especially the walls. Slowly but cautiously, I begin to move down the hallway, briefly turning around to see the same sight down the other corridor as well. I take care to watch where I step, being sure to avoid stepping in the slime.

A few minutes pass as I slowly traverse the long hallway, suddenly stopping when I encounter a frightening sight: In an alcove on the wall to my right is a fellow crewmember, a lizard strapped to the wall by a mass of writhing tentacles extending from a ventilation shaft. His eyes closed, he is also wearing nothing more than a speedo, so I assume this couldn't have happened too long after he awoke from stasis. With many tentacles wrapped around him, one tentacle seems to have forced itself down his throat, while another has latched itself onto the front of his speedo, where a variety of slurping sounds were originating. Taking a look around, I notice several other crewmembers in similar situations, each of them restrained by a mass of tentacles protruding from ventilation shafts, each of them with a tentacle in their throats and at the crotches of their speedo or leotard under-armour.

Seeing that they are still breathing, I decide I better not intervene for fear of finding myself in the same situation, and so I continue on down the hallway. I only hope that whatever's going on isn't as bad as it looks, and that it can be fixed.

As I near the next cryo bay, I encounter various other crewmembers, all in the same situation. Most likely they were all only leaving the cryo bay when this happened to them.

I arrive at cryo bay 01. The door opens and I see that several crewmembers are still in stasis, but upon closer inspection, I realise the liquid in the stasis tanks has been tainted a greenish colour and each of the occupants has some kind of large tentacled creature clinging to them at the pelvis. The creatures seem to have randomly grown tendrils over the bodies of their hosts and against the glass of the tanks. Each of the crewmembers inside is gently twitching and occasionally bucking their hips. I conclude that they are being forced to orgasm excessively for unknown reasons. Perhaps the creatures are consuming their fluids?

I decide to head for the bridge, so I force myself to turn away from the somewhat arousing sight of the climaxing crewmembers and continue heading down the corridor.

After a few more minutes of wading through corridors of goo and trapped crewmembers, I suddenly stop when a burst of yellow gas erupts from above me, bathing me in a strange scent. I suddenly feel my libido somehow increasing. I conclude that the gas contains some kind of pheromone that serves to heighten my arousal. I reach a scaly hand down to gently stroke the front of my bulging speedo, my member growing harder with every passing moment. I cannot help but stimulate myself through the fabric.

I suddenly notice something else tickling my bulge from underneath. Breathing heavily, I look down and notice the tip of a slimy tentacle rubbing against the underside of my speedo. I dare not deny that I enjoy it immensely, and the pheromones tell me to fall to my knees and let it have its way, so I do. My weakening legs crumble beneath me and my knees squelch into the slimy floor. The tentacle wraps itself around my bulge and expertly gropes and massages me. I move my arms away to let it do with me as it pleases.

A few minutes pass as the tentacle continues to masturbate me through the smooth black fabric. I close my eyes as pre-cum pours into my skimpy attire, only to suddenly open them when I feel another tentacle slide around my right wrist, then another around my left. I quickly stand up, but that doesn't stop the tentacle around my bulge from continuing to work me rapidly towards the edge. Another spurt of pheromones comes from above, bathing me in even greater arousal than before. The tentacles around my arms lift my limbs into the air, leaving me spread-eagle in the middle of the steamy hallway.

After a few moments of the continued pleasure, I hear slithering coming from behind me. Turning my head, I manage to see two more tentacles sliding out of the grating on the floor, heading for my ankles. I realise that if they get a hold of my legs, I'll never be able to escape from these tentacles!

Suddenly panicking, I pull with all my might against the tentacles around my wrists, but they only seem to coil further up my arms, all the while my heart rate increases with every moment that passes as the tentacle around my arousal and the pheromones in my lungs sends me speeding towards orgasm. I walk forward, trying to stretch the tentacles off my arms and the slimy appendages start to slide off me, slowly. I continue pushing myself forward, trying to resist the temptation to give in to the tentacles and let them claim me.

Looking up, I notice a few crewmembers strapped to the ceiling by identical tentacles, each of them being stimulated like me, with pheromones being sprayed straight into their blissfully zonked faces while tentacles massage each of them through their speedos. I conclude that this too will be my fate if I fail, but I cannot deny that part of me would love to join them.

Just as the slimy tentacles coiled around my arms begin to slide off, the pleasure growing within my loins reaches its peak and my orgasm hits me, sending waves of heavenly bliss washing over me, fuelled by the arousing pheromones. I empty myself, soiling my high-cut speedo with warm cum, but despite this, my willpower keeps me pushing forward, but the tentacle around my speedo only intensifies its movements.

As I moan in pleasure, I finally free myself of the tentacles around my arms. I fall forward onto the ground, then reorient myself to sit on my rump as I put a hand to my crotch, gleefully helping my orgasm last as long as possible. I throw myself back to lie on the slimy ground, taking in the blissful physical pleasure and savouring every moment and both pleasure and relief to be free of the slimy grip.

After a short while, my climax finally ceases. My speedo is completely soiled as I sit up, then notice the tentacles slowly slithering after me once again. With the dense haze of pheromones pouring down at me from above, I would love nothing more than to let them take me, but I decide that there are more important things to worry about. Still wrapped in the warmth of my afterglow, I force myself up, my speedo still dripping, and continue heading for the bridge.

After dodging a few hallways where the same pheromones have filled the very air, I finally arrive at the door to the bridge, which just so happens to be stuck open. As I enter, I am greeted to bright sunlight and a pleasant view of a dense alien jungle in the distance. Sadly, I also become aware of the massive blob of green slime taking up half the space in the large room. Inside I can see many crewmembers floating idly, all of them wearing either leotard or speedo under-armour, all tenting with arousal. Each of them seems to be spewing a constant stream of their seed into the slime through their speedos and leotards, only to vanish into the green.

The sight leads me to draw my hand to my soiled speedo, gently fondling myself for a moment before I shake it off and head for one of the consoles. In a few moments I find the latest Captain's Log entry and play it.

"Captain's log, yeah... I don't even know." says the recorded voice of the captain. "Colony ship 04-niner. Really wishing I was back home right now. The ship was attacked while we were in stasis and a majority of the pods malfunctioned, but the rest opened in accordance with protocol when the system sensed danger. The shields and defences were disabled before we could get to the bridge and we were boarded, but not by anyone we're familiar with. We were attacked by our own, lizards, each of them encased in some kind of green goo, which I'm guessing is controlling them."

As I listen, I fail to notice the large spider-like creature enter the bridge, slowly and stealthily approaching me from behind.

"We held them off for as long as we could," continues the recording. "but now we're gonna have to try something else. It just so happens that we were attacked not far from the planet we were heading to. If you're reading this, then it means that the remaining stasis tanks opened some time after landing, as they were originally programmed to, which means the stasis system hasn't been totally crippled."

The spider-like creature is only a few metres behind me now. It begins to loom over me, only moments away from snatching me up in its front legs.

"If you remember the plan, you'll know that it takes about a month for the ship to adapt all bacterial life on the planet to serve as no threat to our biology, but that's not gonna stop us. When we land, we're just gonna take what medical supplies we have and adapt to the bacteria ourselves over time, but the remaining stasis tanks won't open until the adaptation process is complete. So if you're reading this, one month has passed since we landed, and if you can, I need you to come find us in the jungle. Good luck."

The spiders squirts a thick cloud of pheromones onto my head. I choke briefly as I am utterly overcome by arousal. My legs give out from under me and I move a hand to my needy loins as they beg for my attention in my soaked speedo, but the spider has other ideas and grabs me with four of its legs and pulls me onto the underside of its body, where some sticky substance keeps me glued to it. A small protrusion in front of me squirts a constant stream of pheromones into my face, driving me insane with more arousal than I have ever felt before, and before I know it, I'm climaxing without even being touched.

The spider begins to leave the bridge with me stuck underneath it. Thick ropes of cum seep from my tenting speedo and onto the metallic ground as orgasm after orgasm serves to keep me pacified. I can only moan as it begins to drag me off to my fate, until something suddenly catches my eye beneath me: a severed power cable! I quickly tear one of my arms free and grab the cable, then plunge it into the creature holding me. For some reason, I'm not electrocuted, and then I realise the sticky substance holding me in place must not be capable of conducting electricity.

Sparks fly everywhere, and soon the spider falls over on its back, closing its legs around me as the cable flies from my hand to land nearby. The spider seems to be dead, but my lungs are still filled with pheromones and my orgasms don't stop. By the time they do, my crotch is completely soaked in my seed, covering almost every scale. Every single one of my joints ache as I try to escape from the substance attaching me to the spider, but the spider's legs have formed a tight prison that makes escape difficult.

After almost half an hour of struggling with a speedo full of cum, I finally manage to escape. Exhausted, I lie on the floor, knowing I will never be able to escape into the jungle without energy.

Several minutes pass as I slow my breathing and my sweat cools. As I open my eyes, I notice the sun rapidly nearing the horizon in the distance, behind the windows of the bridge. I decide I better get a move on before nightfall, so I stagger to my feet. My joints still ache, but I force myself to keep going regardless. I exit the bridge and head for the loading bay, but I notice the cool air chills the fluids filling my speedo. I reach both hands down and take hold of the fabric at the front of my speedo and shake out some of the sticky cum, but I decide it may be best for me to change completely.

Changing direction, I head for a small store room, which fortunately happens to be empty of any other life besides me. I slip out of my speedo and wash myself up at a little sink, then I open a storage locker and produce a high-cut black leotard with a gray stripe down either side. I quickly slip it on, take an old pipe that I realise I can use as a weapon, then continue towards the loading bay.

I come to an elevator, but as the door opens for me, I see the elevator contains only a thick atmosphere of pheromones and a slimy mass with a crewmember partially submerged within it. I decide to take a stairwell instead.

I finally arrive at the loading bay. It looks clear, so I make a run for the boarding ramp. I'm made somewhat nervous by the sight of the dense jungle beyond the clearing where the ship is landed, slowing my descent down the ramp slightly. Soon my feet hit the soft soil and I run for the jungle, relieved that I will soon be free of this cursed ship.

Panting, I enter the jungle, but I don't stop. I continue running for as long as I can, trying to get as far away from the ship as I possibly can. As tired as I am, I don't feel safe until I feel that I'm an impressive distance from the ship, but I guess I'm happy to be getting such a good workout.

Another half an hour passes of running, jogging, then fast walking. I finally stop to lean against an alien tree, panting heavily with exhaustion and sweat coating my bare arms and legs, my leotard soggy. I fail to notice the small, tentacled creature crawling through the branches above me. Just as my racing heart begins to slow, the creature drops down onto the back of my neck and crawls into the collar of my leotard. I gasp and struggle to get it out, but it manages to make its way to my rump where it slides down past my tail and between my legs, then up to my crotch where it firmly embraces my member with its many tentacles, which immediately begin to vibrate and caress me, causing me to gasp with pleasure.

A few moments pass as my body gets the better of me and I allow the little creature to stimulate me inside the crotch of my leotard. In my over-aroused mind, I can do little more than place my hands upon the outline of the creature behind the smooth fabric between my thighs. I drop to my knees and moan in delight, but I soon decide that enough is enough. I muster what willpower I can and pull aside the thin strap of black fabric and put my hands around the slimy creature that works ceaselessly to bring me to orgasm. I try to pull it off, but the creature's slimy coating and my lack of energy make it impossible for me to tear it off.

I decide I might as well let it have its way with me, so I fall to my knees, spread my legs and happily soak in the intense pleasure. It doesn't take long before it drives me to the very peak.

"I... I'm cumming!!!" I yell, unable to stop myself from using my own words to add to my arousal.

I fire load after load into the waiting tentacles of the creature, which greedily slurps up my seed, but it does not stop and only continues to do me in, prolonging my orgasm. When it finally subsides, the creature still continues, and it is not long before I climax again. I keel over, my back resting against the soft, mossy ground as I hump the air, absorbed fully in endless pleasure, slowly whittling away the last remnants of my desire to resist, and adding to my slow submission to the pleasure, to the creature in my leotard.

In a few moments I am barely conscious, the last of my will somehow lost to the creature feeding off of me. Amid the endless orgasms, I slowly begin to drift off to sleep, exhaustion getting the better of me as my thoughts fall away to nothing.

Suddenly the sensation of the creature in my leotard vanishes. Opening my eyes, I see someone standing over me. Clad in an armoured leotard is the familiar form of my captain, holding the little creature in his hand. In his other hand is the stretched fabric of the crotch of my leotard, which he gently puts back in place over my throbbing arousal. He is cerulean blue with a gold belly, sunlight reflecting off of his scales as it shines through the alien trees above us.

"Wow, you sure can blow quite a load! You got a lot in you, huh?" he says, looking down at me with a smile.

I slowly return to full lucidity and sit up as my final climax subsides. The captain reaches a scaly hand down to me.

"It's okay, it's over now. Those things release a chemical into your system that pacifies and sedates you." he continues as I take his hand. "If I hadn't heard you yell when I did, you would have fallen asleep and more of them would have come along to drag you away. They would have made you into a literal cum factory!"

"Th... thanks..." I say, still sending a few streams of cum into my leotard as I stand. The captain notices me gently thrusting my hips.

"The chemicals they secrete also increase sperm production and libido, so you can expect to be cumming for a few more minutes." he says.

We both turn around to the sound of rustling in the bushes behind us. A swarm of the very same little tentacled creatures emerges from the underbrush, all of them rapidly heading right for us, a trail of slime in their wake. Looking up upon hearing noise above, even more begin to crawl down from the alien trees, starting to fall like rain drops.

"Let's go!" he says, gesturing for me to follow as he runs from the approaching swarm.

We flee through the foliage, my joints aching with exhaustion as the chemicals in my blood urge me to give up and let the little creatures have their way with me. It takes all my willpower to keep following the Captain.

After running for some time, we finally slow to a walk. We are both panting, me especially.

"You okay?" says the Captain, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm fine. Thank you, sir." I say between breaths.

The Captain looks up, then around.

"Our camp isn't far from here." He says. "If we hurry we can make it be nightfall."

"Camp?" I say, my spirits suddenly lifting.

"Yeah, we've been surviving and fighting ever since we left the ship. We've been conducting scouting operations to find out where best to hit them the hardest." responds the Captain.

"Let's go then!" I say happily, shaking off my arousal.

"Hold your horses..." he says, raising a palm at me. "We still have to take this slow. This jungle's still infested with those things. Watch your surroundings and don't take any chances."

He turns and heads away. I follow, taking his suggestion to heart and keeping vigilant.

A soft breeze blows in my face, suddenly cooling the soaked patch in the crotch of my leotard. I actually like the way it feels, but I try to ignore it, hoping it'll dry by the time we reach the camp.

We walk for about an hour, the sun slowly setting. For the first time since I awoke I feel peaceful, strolling quietly among the beautiful variety of alien fauna. I don't waste this opportunity to admire this planet and all the lush plant life therein.

As darkness descends, we finally arrive at the camp: a few prefabricated shelters scattered throughout a clearing with bonfires strewn about between them. Everywhere I look are lizards, clad either in leotard armour for those on duty, or in speedo or leotard under-armour for those off-duty. Those sitting around fires are chatting, sometimes laughing, with friends and familiar faces.

I am surprised by how content they are. I feel like we are no longer under threat from cum-hungry monsters. Here, under what I notice to be the light of two large moons, my fellow lizards are at peace. For the first time since I awoke, I feel safe.

"Welcome back, sir!" says a red-scaled lizard to the Captain. "No incursions yet."

"Good." responds the Captain. "Let's hope it stays that way until we can organise an assault."

The Captain waves the red-scaled lizard off, then turns to me.

"Go get settled in." he says. "We've lost a lot of good scales so far, so the men will be happy to see a familiar face. You'll probably want to get yourself oriented to."

The Captain pats me on the back, then heads to one of the prefab shelters, most likely to rest or plan.

"Look who's awake!" says a purple lizard sitting on a chair around a bonfire as I approach.

"Hey, guys!" I say, waving at my familiar crewmates. "Been a while, huh?"

My fellow Reptilians begin to greet me, each of them extending their relief at seeing a fellow survivor.

"We were afraid they got everyone in the stasis tanks..." says a teal lizard. "It's good to see ya got out okay, buddy!"

I sit on one of the chairs around the fire.

"It's good to know I got out!" I say with relief. "So... how long did it take for the ship to reach the planet after the attack?"

"Man..." says a brown lizard with an orange belly. "It took almost a whole month..."

The other lizards noticeably cast their minds back to recall stressful memories.

"We lost so many good scales to those things..." continues the brown-scaled lizard.

"Yeah..." says a lizard with dark green scales and light brown plates on his belly. "We fought them for so long, poking around every corner out of fear of being caught."

"We were so relieved when we landed!" says the teal lizard. "Turns out we traded corridor fighting for jungle fighting, but at least it's a nice change of scenery."

In the distance, I see two speedo-clad lizards sitting by a bonfire, their arms locked around each other as they trade a passionate kiss, rubbing their bulging speedos together.

"Oh, yeah..." says the brown-scaled lizard, noticing what I was glancing it. "Fighting together like this for so long, some of us tend to start caring a lil' too much for each other."

Smiling, I suddenly realise I can barely keep my eyes open.

"I'll see you both tomorrow." I say, standing up.

"Sleep tight, man." says the brown-scaled lizard. "Universe knows you need it!"

I head off to a prefab shelter. I pull open the plastic door and close it behind me, keeping quiet to avoid waking the other lizards in the eight bunks inside the small structure. Each of them seems to be sleeping pretty soundly, but a few are evidently finding it difficult to sleep. I can't blame them. Some were actively rubbing themselves through their leotards and speedos, trying to keep their moans quiet.

Still in my leotard under-armour, I climb into the empty lower blanket-less bunk. I twist to lie on my back and close my tired eyes, letting proper sleep quickly overtake me.

I dream of the creatures infesting this planet. I dream of my fellow crewmates who've been taken by them, used by them. I dream of the same happening to me, of the creatures snatching me away and locking me in a state of perpetual pleasure at the expense of the life I once led... and I love every moment of it.

My eyes open to a pleasurable relief in my loins. Reaching a hand between my legs, I quickly realise I climaxed in my sleep, most likely caused by my admittedly pleasurable dream.

"You were moanin' like heck, man!" comes a voice from above.

Looking around, a lizard is looking down at me, his head hanging upside down as he leans off the bed above me. I recognise it as the brown-scaled lizard.

"You woke me up!" he says, his voice playfully annoyed.

"Sorry." I say, trying to keep my eyes open. "It's just..."

"Don't worry about it, man." interrupted the lizard. "It's been happening to all of us since we got here. You just go back to sleep..."

I can't argue with that. I lie back down on my back, but I keep my hand on my soaked bulge, arousing thoughts from my dreams still swimming through my mind. I didn't realise he was still watching me.

Morning. Light beams stream in through the tiny viewports on the sides of the small structure.

All around me lizards are climbing out of bed, all of them wearing either their speedo or leotard under-armour. Each of them stretches their slender and athletic bodies as they sit up, wiping their eyes. I notice quite a few with soaked bulges of their own.

As I sit up, I realise my own leotard is still stained with cum. No doubt I've been climaxing in my sleep all night, especially considering the nature of my dreams.

I decide to get myself another change of attire. I look in a small storage chest and find plenty of under-armour. Slipping off my soaked leotard and throwing it into the laundry container, I retrieve a speedo from the storage chest and swiftly slide it up my legs.

Opening the plastic door of the shelter, my eyes are strained by the bright light of the new day. I take a few moments to let my eyes adjust, then I am greeted to the sight of lizards everywhere preparing for what will no doubt be an assault. My scaly comrades, clad in armour and under-armour, are running here and there with rifles and other weapons. Platoons are being yelled orders from their commanders.

"Hey! Over here, man!" yells a familiar voice.

Near an assembly of speedo-clad lizards is the same brown-scaled lizard. He gestures for me to approach and join in the line-up. Eager to help, I jog over to him and take my place standing beside him.

"Listen up!" says a leotard-clad bright green lizard standing in front of us, his arms behind his back. "Today we're gonna be launching an attack on a colony of creatures. We need to send out a few more scout teams to survey the environment and make sure we know where the enemy is before we begin. We cannot afford to be caught off-guard!"

He starts assigning each of us into groups of two. An assistant gives each of us a power rifle.

"We don't have any armour to spare so we're sendin' you out in just your under-armour." continued the lizard. "You are to report in your position if you encounter any hostiles."

We are directed to the exit of the camp, where the daylight reveals crude defences and barricades have been set up.

Our orders received, we head out into the jungle. Beside me is the same brown-scaled lizard, my teammate.

"The name's Cryde, by the way!" he says to me, happily extending a hand to me.

"Tad." I respond, providing him my name as I shake his hand.

"Long night, huh?" he says, noticing me stretching my arms.

"You could say that..." I say. "I couldn't get those creatures out of my head. They..."

"They make you horny, right?" he interrupts, smiling, then sighing. "Yeah, we all had the same night at some point. When facing an enemy that just wants to make you cum, you tend to let your guard down. They use pleasure against us."

We continue to converse, quietly, as we progress through the jungle. Some time passes as we scout along our assigned route.

"Shhhh..." says Cryde. "I hear something. Fan out."

We both spread out, quietly looking around through the foliage.

"Stay vigilant..." whispers Cryde to me. "If you don't keep your eyes op-"

Cryde stops talking with some kind of squelching sound. I turn around instantly only to be mortified by what I see.

Sitting where Cryde's head should be is some kind of octopus-like creature, no doubt having jumped down on him from above and enveloped his head. Long tentacles snake down from the bulbous body, descending down Cryde's and caressing him as they slowly descend. One tentacle wraps itself around his bulging speedo and begins to gently rub.

He is standing completely motionless. He drops his rifle as his arms hang limply in front of him.

"Cryde!" I cry, aiming my rifle on the creature around his head. "Talk to me, Cryde!"

He simply continues to stand idly, his arms continuing to hang in front of him, when he slowly turns to me. Two tentacles emerge from under the creature's body, throwing themselves at me. They grab me and coil around my neck and torso, pulling me in.

"No!" I yell, trying in vain to pull against the tentacles.

In a few moments I am face-to-face with the creature. I can't deny that my situation is generating great arousal within me. I feel my body press up against Cryde's, my bulging speedo pressing into his as the tentacles massages us both through the soft material. I can already feel the wetness of Cryde's cum as it soaks through his speedo and onto mine.

The two of us tied together by the tentacles, it's quickly revealed to me that the two that are wrapped around me are from another creature that seems to have been hiding under the body of the first. Slowly it climbs out from under its parent and begins to climb onto my head.

"Sorry about this, Cryde..." I say, aiming my rifle at his stomach.

I pull the trigger, the weapon set to a low stun setting. Waves of blue energy wash over all of us, sending sharp tingling across my body as the creatures shriek and pull their tentacles off me. A natural side-effect of stun weapons, I immediately cum into my high-cut speedo under-armour, spewing my fluids across the inside of the skimpy garment while the creatures run off into the foliage with Cryde in their grasp.

I sink to my knees, then onto my stomach, panting as my orgasm finally comes to an end, dipping a scaly hand to feel the squelching of cum inside my speedo as my afterglow drives away my fear. The blast leaves me weak and unable to move for the next few minutes.

As I finally begin to recover, I gather my thoughts and decide I need to report this in. I reach a finger up to press against my ear piece.

"This is scout Tad, reporting in." I say. "They got my teammate..."

I listen, awaiting a response.

"This is Captain Dreed! All scouts get back to base camp!" yells the Captain in my ear. "We're under attack! There are creatures closing in from all around!"

I bolt up, then begin running at best speed back to base camp, rifle at the ready.

I finally arrive, hiding in the foliage nearby as it becomes clear that the camp has been completely overrun. All over the area are lizards infested by one creature or another. Many have the same octopus-like creatures on their heads, their tentacles snaking down to caress along their bodies and through their leotards and speedos. Some lizards are even completely naked, a tentacle wrapped around their throbbing arousal as they cum endlessly, while other octopus creatures snake their tentacles into the leotard armour of others in order to get at their arousal. Other lizards are coated in some kind of green slime, a membrane almost two inches thick. Some lizards are lying on the ground, covered completely by the small tentacled creatures from yesterday that I had encountered in the jungle.

As I continue to watch in horror as the infested crew patrol or stand idly, I notice the Captain, wearing only leotard under-armour as a layer of green slime covering him feasts on his fluids. His arousal throbbing in his leotard as the slime no doubt vibrates and massages it, I notice a zonked, blissful look on his face behind the translucent layer of green goo.

Clearly the creatures' attack was too much for my allies.

Suddenly I notice a very, very familiar face. Also covered in a membrane of green goo, I gasp at the face of my cousin Tag, his eyes half-closed as his tongue hangs from his mouth.

Overwhelmed with terror, I turn and run as fast as my legs can carry me, dodging through the thick alien plant life. I run for almost an hour, not caring what direction I'm heading in.

I trip, falling flat on my snout in the soft soil. I'm about to stagger to my feet when the sensation of something moving around right between my legs forces me onto all fours. I look down and between my legs to see a blob of slime slither into my speedo. I moan and writhe in pleasure as the slime plays with my arousal. My hands dig into the dirt, grabbing fistfuls of alien soil as my moans become louder and shriller. In a few moments, the expert stimulations of the goo cause me to orgasm, with several jerks of my body.

Spent, my arms give out and I fall back on my stomach, panting and continuing to moan as the slime continues to have its way with me. Then I experience a new sensation. I feel the slime force its way inside me through my rear, sending even more waves of pleasure over me as I get back onto my knees, thrusting my hips in my soaked speedo.

Suddenly I experience an urge to begin crawling forward. I do so, which is immediately met with a powerful surge of arousal and further pleasure. I then receive the urge to begin crawling faster. I decide to stop, trying to resist this urge, but I immediately lose the feelings of arousal and pleasure, replaced instead with a sense of displeasure and depression.

I crawl forward, faster this time, only to be met with even further pleasure and arousal as I begin spraying cum into my speedo.

I realise the slime is somehow controlling my arousal while sending new urges to my brain, riding me like a vehicle that runs on pleasure. Honestly, I'm more than happy to comply. The feeling of crawling on all fours as my cum pours endlessly into my speedo, the slime driving me where it pleases, is absolutely heavenly! I want to resist so much, but I feel so terrible when I do. I decide to not resist at all and give in to the pleasure that these creatures have been offering me this entire time.

Me and my slimy pilot crawl through the jungle for over an hour, my hands and knees stained with dirt. The journey is so wonderfully pleasurable. My speedo is completely overflowing as my cum flows nonstop into the garment, leaking onto the ground and leaving a thick trail of my seed in my wake. My mind is overwhelmed with the most brilliant, unending ecstasy as I experience what can only be described as a "brain orgasm".

We arrive at our destination: a tall cliff with a wall of slime covering the entrance of the large cave built into the side. I notice a completely naked deer half-way submerged in the wall of slime, only his torso visible while his head, legs and arms remain submerged and restrained in the gooey green substance. Wrapped around his stiff member is a tendril of slime connecting to the wall, of which the deer is gently humping into. Deeper beyond the wall I can make out the shapes of other species, including lizards, all of them either naked or wearing little more than leotard or speedo under-armour.

No doubt they are all enjoying the same fate, the fate that I will soon be subjected to as the creature inside my urges me towards the slime colony.

Approaching the green membrane, I know what I must do. Slowly getting off my knees to stand, I eagerly throw myself into the substance, which instantly begins pulling me deeper and deeper into the slime-filled cave. My body is instantly swamped with the most intense pleasure imaginable as the slime massages me all over, forcing its way into every crevice on my body, yet somehow preventing me from drowning within it. I can feel it inside me, filling up every space, sending my arousal and libido through the roof as it pleasures me inside and outside. I can feel my thoughts slipping away, as if my brain is being rewired to know nothing but pleasure, all the while the slime eagerly consumes and dissolves my endless stream of cum through my tenting speedo.

Surrounded by my crewmates and other species taken by these creatures, suspended in this loving slime, I am in a state of perpetual, unending bliss. I do not know whether or not someone may save us from this fate, but what I do know is that I really hope they don't.