Stranded Planet

This is my first time putting a story up, please let me know what you think!

**This story includes a woman being forcibly sexed with a monster-tentacle-creature. If that's not your jam you should scram.**

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The engines had long since given out, the tiny planet rushing to greet her.

Captain Beal cursed as she worked, sweat and tears spilling from her face. She tried every conceivable mixture of clicks and shifts to ensure a livable landing, but it was almost laughable. She knew her chance of survival was slim.

Her body shook with a sob and she righted herself.

She got herself into this mess, she could get herself out. If she didn't... well, she didn't deserve her rank as Captain.

With deep breaths she balanced her right-side wing rotators, moving one notch at a time until- 'Aha!' There! Her hands swiftly grabbed at the steering as a smile broke over her dampened face. She would live.

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The landing should have gotten her an award. The planet's surface had no solid crust, dropping her craft at least a fathom before coming to a stop. Maneuvering between hallowed, organic caverns she realized how soft the gravity here was.

"Maybe this means I might not have to repair the parts too much" she mused with a chuckle, remembering how much of her ship was lost somewhere in orbit above her. Her chuckle moved to a shaky breath as she unfastened herself from the main controls, trying to forget about how close that call was.

Nancy had to get a move on to fix her ship before too much time was wasted. With all the repairs she couldn't rely on warp speed, and she had to hope she could make it home before tomorrow night. A birthday was never best celebrated in the cold confines of space. She had to be home before midnight.

Nancy smiled, the thought of her lover's embrace helping to steady her hands. The memory of his large girth and assertive charm sent a rush of blood to her thighs and she chuckled, realizing how far-fetched her plan seemed. First, she had to get out of here.

She undressed hastily, to slipping into her suit. Her curvy body was ripped with muscle, and she couldn't help but admire herself. After some consideration, she also prepared her ship for hibernation. It was hard to know how much juice she had left, or how long she would be gone.

Packing herself a small emergency bag she missed the warning flashing on the screen before she shut down the controls. Her mind was filled with fantasies of lovemaking, imagining all of the things she wanted her lover to do to her after her successful return.

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The grizzled man twitched as he watched his newest guest exit the smoking craft. A smile broke over his unkempt face as he watched the emergency door swing wide, the Captain stepping out.

A young, healthy specimen she was! Even in her suit, he could see her curves, her youth. A female. He waited for her companion to exit, and after she moved to close the hatch the Doctor realized she was alone. He bobbed, holding his hand tight to his mouth to muffle his laugh.

Alone! Wonderfully alone! He grew hard at the very thought of it, realizing the fun he could have.

'It's too easy!'

Skirting from the crash he ran, stringing between the rubbery chasms like Tarzan between the trees. His body was strong despite his age, and if not for the white hairs one would wonder if he had ever hit 50.

In truth he had been trapped on this planet for centuries, exiled with his deranged experiments. The Federation clearly believed him dead, in the last few decades they had stopped sending for the shield repairs keeping the outsiders out. The wild, turbulent sun he orbited had pulled him clear of the asteroid belt, just far enough to welcome the poor souls escaping the sun's pull for a much-needed purpose. His children, of course.

The visitors had saved his children on more than one occasion. His own DNA was not diverse enough to reproduce over more than one generation, being the original source and whatnot. A wonderful guest was a perfect solution for the recent declines.

Just what the doctor ordered, you might say.

And one alone, at that! Was the warning down, too? 'Perhaps there were budget cuts!'

The insane doctor laughed at the thought, wheezing with delight. Spit flew from his yellow teeth as his hands tore into the strands of matter swirling over the landscape. He cursed the Federation and his exile, pulling himself through the tangled maze with ease.

He would take a long way around, and let the children properly introduce themselves to their newest guest.

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After hours of winding in and out of the tall, cavernous pockets that held this planet together Captain Beal had realized two things. Well, three. She considered them all as she peeled away the carbon plated cover from the space-fighter she was dismantling, stepping side to side on the soggy ground.

First, there was life on this planet. It seemed to thrive in the wet atmosphere, hanging in heavy clouds around her. Since she hadn't checked her controls she had no idea what sector she was in, and had no idea what to even classify any of this as. She had never heard about anything like it. The Federation was careful about their recordings, this should have been covered in basic training. It worried her.

'I'll have to collect samples.'

Secondly, Beal suspected the control failures she experienced in the asteroid belt weren't an isolated incident. There were ships in every other cavern, dating back hundreds of years. When she found the First War fighter pod she thought it was crazy. But there it was, a 400-year old fighter pod, muddy and half deteriorated in a puddle. It should be in a museum back home.

'How could it be here?'

She found the parts she needed easily. Too easily. The model she had been assigned from the federation was a relic, the carbon plating was a joke. Finding this model at home was almost impossible, but here it was.

'Like walking through a historical hardware store.'

She removed the filter with a relieved sigh, checking its integrity as she secured it in her bag. Time to find the way back to the ship. She didn't get far as her third realization came back around.

She had to urinate. She had pushed the thought aside for too long, and waiting any longer was asking for trouble. She danced side to side, then stopped.

'Something's here.'

Beal whipped around, weapon in hand.

Seconds, maybe minutes passed. Nothing moved.

Her body clenched, bladder pushing painfully in her abdomen. Her senses dulled with distraction. Beal swung her flashlight over the wet pod beside her, deciding it was as good a place as any.

Spreading her legs she straddled the strange dark roots, facing the strange bulbous vegetation in front of her.

'Might as well take a moment to observe the wildlife...'

Taking her handy urination hose she adjusted her feet, then angled her stream. The gravity was mild here, and sent her yellow stream into blobs. They slowly blubbered over the porous skin of the pod, causing the skin to to shine in the murky grey light wherever it was touched. It was beautiful, and Nancy was mesmerized. She brought one of her hands to its skin, tracing blue light behind her fingertips.

Distracted by the show and the pleasure of relief Beal missed the movement behind her legs.

The tendrils had tightened around her ankles slower than she could comprehend.

As she struggled with her suit she thought at first she was sinking softly into the wet, springy ground, only to look down and realize the ground had risen to tighten at ankles. The roots were not roots at all, but strong sticky tendrils wrapping and pulling her tighter and tighter.

The pod began to shift onto its side, the bloom of its flower-like mouth twitching open.

"Halt!" Beal released the weapon at her belt, pulling herself to attention. "Release me at once! I am a Federation Captain stranded on your planet, any mistreatment of my person will be met with Universal Authority!"

The grey skin shriveled and stretched as the muscular petals began to move. The creature moved slowly, reminding Nancy of the caterpillars she used to play with as a child.

Captain Beal clenched her jaw and fired a warning shot into the wall.

There was a pause. Later she would realize how stupid this was.

Her mind worked quickly as the seconds passed. 'Does it understand? How strong is it, really? What the fuck is it, anyway? Would it know Universal? Would it try to eat her?'

The tentacles pulled fast and Nancy hit the ground, her helmet cracking against a hidden iron bar hidden in the moss below her. Her weapon fell away, soon out of reach as the pod began to haul itself surprisingly fast, pulling its new playmate away from the neighboring tentacles trying to take hold.

Somewhere behind her open eyes, Beal watched the pod slowly bloom, the unimpressive grey flesh opening to reveal a glowing blue display of light. Inside it was beautiful and alive and moving, a shine of silvery white running like electricity along rippling skin. At the center of this bright flower of light was a blue cluster of sea anemone slowly moved in invisible waves, the elongated pod moving of its own mind like a snout.

"What a pretty flower..." the Captain muttered hazily, the tentacles at her ankles dragging her into a dark passage towards the back.

Her suit was covered in a dusting of blue powder as the petals opened wide, accommodating the tendrils dragging her to their host. Nancy blinked, suddenly seeing the crack of blood on her visor. She reached, trying to find any hold she could find, tried to pull her legs free. The more she struggled the faster the pod moved.

She struggled, the blue powder making clouds around her as she fought. She began to sneeze. Her head throbbed as she realized her suit was compromised... She wondered at how heavy her limbs felt as she moved. Clearly, she had a concussion, and she blinked, tried to count fingers on any of her hands.

'When did I get so many hands?'

There was a wet, slurping sound as she heard her feet being sucked into the waiting, open pod. Captain Beals feet fell into almost natural gaps around the blue squirming mass of the monstrous flower's center, her unresponsive legs pulled deep in pulsing increments. Beal watched, horrified as the flower consumed her like a giant, glowing snake.

As the petals began to close around her, she watched the growing center smearing blue around her legs as a dark, oozing pearl inched out of the tip of the growing stamen below her hips.

'Do pearls usually move so much?'

The petals pulled themselves tight and hot around her legs, then closed slow around her waist. The goo was hot around her spacesuit as she felt the bulge of the black pearl between her legs. Beal gasped as she felt it push against her mons, clenching her hips in the hopes of denying it access. No matter how hard she squeezed, its wet skin slid easily forward.

Her head pulsed with pain and Nancy clenched her jaw. She realized as it began to move over her cunt that she might be fucked. 'This should have been in basic trai-'

The pod shifted and pulled itself to an upright position, settling its new prize firmly over its' probing girth.

Nancy felt like a sack of potatoes, now being pushed face-first into the cavern wall as her legs were sucked deeper into the pod. It was dark outside of her hazy glass, the lights display now over.

She screamed, her voice muffled inside her cracked helmet. Beating the pod's skin released more clouds of iridescent blue dust. It settled on her like fresh powdered snow, floating in the air around her as she moved.

The pod readjusted her again. The stiff stamen pressed between her legs, sliding off the fabric of her suit and missing its mark, pushing into her inner hip. Beal yelped as it readjusted, pushing into her slit before sliding off her suit into her stomach.

She felt herself begin to wet her panties in traitorous pleasure. She couldn't help but think of her lover. The pod readjusted itself and tried again, again pushing the bulbous cock between the flesh of Beal's immobilized thighs. Reality pushed against her again, reminding her where she was.

"Fu-u-ck..."

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The stamen worked itself against her suit for hours. She would fade in and out, dreaming of her lover in feverish confusion. His dark eyes would watch her as he dove below the bed sheets. A wet tongue worked against her and she came, crying as she shook. He held her legs tight, wet tongue slipping up the rip in her tights. Confused, she watched the sheets pull her lover further and further, legs growing into trees. Her head inflamed in pain as she woke from her dream, knocking it against the wall as the creature's pace increased.

While she couldn't see it, she imagined the fabric tearing blow her was perhaps still a dream.

The pod's suction pulled her legs down again, the hard wet heat rubbing against her furiously. She panted, trying to pull herself out of the mouth of this strange beast. It pulled her down again, and Beal felt the stamen's ridges between the lips of her pussy.

She groaned, and the pod again began to move back and forth furiously. Her suit was wet and Beal groaned, feeling one of her boots being pulled off somewhere below her. Her toes were immediately covered in hot mucus, a thousand tiny tentacles working themselves between any crevice they could find.

Nancy was painfully aroused. The strange blue flakes were clearly some kind of mood-altering drug, and clouds of them would bubble up from the mouth around her ribs after almost every thrust. The pod was getting hotter and hotter as it worked the fabric away from her hips.

"No! Nooohh I can't let you do thaaaaaAHH!"

Beal struggled with renewed vigor as her panties begin to tear away. She started to beat her fists again, trying to pull herself free however she could, only succeeding in spreading her hips, allowing more access to the excited creature.

In another pulse it sucked her legs down, pulling her back to her host as she felt the last remnants of hope dissipate with her panties. The cock-like protrusion pushed against her hips, the mucus sliding slick where her suit fell away at her cunt. Little tentacles slid hot and close across her skin, hot and tingling. Nancy felt herself tremble as they probed her, tearing and pushing into the fabric of her suit.

"I-I-I-I o-order you! Stop! Y-y-you must stop!" The captains cries were muffled and hoarse behind her visor, her heavy breath making it impossible to see past the blue clouds.

Nancy still wondered if it spoke Universal, her mind bend with the powder. Her hands gripped the skin of the pod, doing everything in her power to loosen herself.

The pod pulled tight around her legs as the stamens bulbous head pushed against her once more. The wet slime was hot at her entrance as the large bulb tried to find an opening to push itself into. Nancy groaned as her knees twitched below her, the pressure reminding her of the guest nestled between her legs.

Beal began to shake, pushing against the thick petals surrounding her body.

'Fuck samples I gotta get out-'

But the creature didn't seem to mind, repositioning itself as Beal tried to pull herself away as fast as her heavy arms could manage. Nancy realized she had fallen forward, unable to reach the floor but also unable to lift her own body weight.

'It's a neuro-dust?! What the fuck is this sh-'

Soon several tentacles rooting the pod captured her arms, pinning them behind her as the repositioned her against the wall of the cave.

The thick stamen pushed her disintegrating panties aside with two easy thrusts. It quickly found a niche as it pushed into her hips, dragging itself across her slit until it found its prize.

Again it repositioned itself below her, this time keeping the bulbous tip at her entrance. It pushed its enormous head against her resistant pussy, oozing more and more goo with every centimeter it gained. Nancy had removed hope of escape from her mind as anticipation spread through her hips. She wiggled, finally realizing not all of her had been affected by the dust.

Finally the oozing head found its angle, pushing into her one slide at a time. Beal moaned in frustration, foggy and horny. The head was inside her lips, working her open. She shuddered as she was pulled down, watching the petals pulsing around her as she watched the foggy darkness somewhere above her body. She was panting as her cunt stretched wide, her hips filled with this strange invader.

The hard, cock-like stamen twitched as the suction around her legs drew her down the narrow shaft. It buried into her easily, the lubricating slime and her hours of torturous preparation having done their job.

She was penetrated fully on the thick stamen, hips settled over the anemone-like center. A thousand tongues tickled as they moved over her skin, wet and probing.

As she slid down the wiggling shaft they gained more access, pushing themselves up past the shredding suit and panties. Groaning she tried to shift away from their touch, only to slide further, fully impaled on the alien girth. The pod seemed to shudder as she took it's hot inside her tight slit.

Her legs spread with the intrusion, shuddering and twitching as an orgasm began to build in her hips. Her ass twitched as her cunt convulsed, hot and slick.

The pod would slide its length in and out of the Captain, never totally removing itself as it retreated back into the elongated anemone she perched on.

Every so often the pod would reposition itself, sliding deeper into her stretching cunt, using gravity to pull its playmate further over the engorging head.

This hell continued for what seemed like forever. The pod fucked painfully slow, and with the excessive lubrication, Beal had been riding orgasm on top of orgasm for what seemed like hours.

The cock again pulled itself back, starting the slow process back up to her cervix. The stamen began to grow and stretch strangely now, though. It was much bigger, now the same girth as the enormous, bulbous head. It squirmed as the pod paused between pulses, working the next wave of muscles into action.

The new visitor probed past a thin membrane of skin, bulbous and irregular.

Nancy grunted, her eyebrows furrowing as it gained another pulsing inch. It worked itself up her tight pussy, stretching her wider. She heaved a shuddering breath as she felt it squirm.

Though its body was encased in the stamen, the creature now inside her was larger by far. The creatures every move was felt, and the Captain was finding it impossible to ignore it as it spun against her g-spot. Her eyes rolled as it found it.

'Ooooh holy-hell-no, wha-a-a-a-a-'

The stamen deepened its thrusts, stretching her wide in its attempts to fit this new girth past her lips. She choked as her eyes rolled back with pleasure, the sensation both arousing and disturbed.

Beal felt a deep shudder work itself through her body. Looking around for something, anything she tried again to wiggle, to free herself, but the pod pulled her legs deep and arms tight, sensing her tense. Another pull of her legs brought her further down and the creature started to wiggle again, trying to pass her lips.

In another pulse, it sent the engorged, pulsing cock as deep as it could. This was clearly some demented fertilization process. Captain Beal choked as she caught her breath. The scream stuck in her throat as another wave of orgasms overcame her, the creature spinning and spinning while the pod continued to push.

Exhausted the captain screamed hoarse as the pulsing mass brought her to the climax building inside her. She moaned incoherently, the sounds broke with the fast pace of the pod below her.