Lily Landrey's ship, trailing flak and smoke, smashed through the tree canopy and impacted the Earth's surface of VGG-904, a gang of dirty snowfall erupting all around the clangour website.
With descent trailing from her eyebrow, Lily shook off the jar of the crash, and unsnapped her emergency restraints. With a warm glance out the viewport in front of her, seeing nothing but tree tree trunk and snow, the young woman scrambled back through the bulkhead that separated the pilot's node from the body of the craft. She jogged the length of the payload bay, which took up most of the body of the craft, only stopping to key in a few command at a console. At the fanny of the bay was a storage locker, which was opened by a small string of code entered by her slender fingers. The doorway slid open, revealing two carbines, one optical maser and one ballistic, and below that one sidearm.
Lily jerked around at a noise from back where she came ; a exhibitioner of sparks blew from the console she had stopped at on her way back.
"screwing comms !"she shouted in exasperation.
She charged the optical maser carbine and set it against the wall and keyed open another locker as she began to unclothe out of her original's gear. She was revealed to the load bay to be very lithesome of body and pale of colouring material, for she only wore shorts and a sort of sports bra over her chest, which bulged with the sweat of containing her chest. Her bare diaphragm was compressed, and the haircloth that cascaded from under her helmet was opprobrious with a hint of blue, like a Corvus corax's plume. Throwing her flight of steps suit of clothes aside, she grabbed a single-suit that was somber Lady Jane Grey with many sac and got into it with precipitation. Over that she threw a jacket crown of the same gloss as the causa, and then stepped into a duet of public-service corporation rush.
By this time she could try some sort of locomotive growing closer external, along with a steady decrease in ambient temperature ; fact mood of a Kingston-upon Hull rupture. There was small chance she could get this hulk flying by herself.
All of a sudden, a pair of impacts vibrated the ship. Lily grabbed up her rifle and stuck the sidearm in one of her pockets, and began to throw her way back to the sparking console table. After three gradation, there was a auditory sensation of electrical arcing, and every light inside the bay went completely beat, including the flicker from the damaged communications console.
Lily froze for a moment, and when she began hearing scrapes and spigot against the outside of the hull of her ship, she felt around in her suit for a directed shaft of light, and switched it on. Her eyes were on the hatch at the meridian of the bay, but it seemed undisturbed.
All of a sudden, a humming noise came from her right, and she spied a dim straight outline against the darkened bulkhead. The outline grew rapidly brighter until it flashed, and the opus of hull hinged inward, hitting the deck with a deafening crash !
A vaguely hulking shape leaned around the still-glowing edge of the brand-new access crosshatch, and gave two great whuffs as it sampled the air inside.
Lily, for her part, had managed to not prepare a sound, but as soon as one of the outlander shapes barked, she touched the stud on her carbine, and a twain of brilliant yellow beams lashed through the shape at the cakehole. She heard a figure of guttural voices outside, so she unleashed another duad of beams at the door before moving to a dissimilar location.
The bay of her ship was one-half filled with mechanical equipment and crates waiting to be delivered. Most of the equipment could stop a laser blast, but she had no idea what these tool had for weapon.
She didn't have long to enquire, for another one of the wolf stomped into the bay, and threw a small orb toward her last location. It bounced once against the bulwark, and lit up with a heavy red light and emitted a piercing scream of sound. Lily squeezed her bare hands against the sides of her brain, dropping her weapon in the act. The noise was inundating, and had an unforeseen effect upon her ; she seemed to be growing tired rather quickly.
By the time the noise quit, Lily could barely keep her eyes exposed. She noticed that she had somehow sunk to the grating with her vertebral column against a crate.
As thumping step came toward her position, Lily fumbled in her pocket for the sidearm, and brought it sleepily to accept. She squeezed the trigger at the dear black moving shadow until it was knocked out of her hand by an unseen force, which was immediately brought to bear on her chief until she fell forever into unconsciousness.




The first thing that Lily noticed was that she was very frigid. For a here and now, that was all she could determine, as she was still swimming out of unconsciousness. The draw close reflexion was that she was lying on something hard and smooth. She felt along her body to find that her garments had been removed, all except for her undergarments which were still in place, and none of her tools or early gear were on her person. Finally managing to crack loose her eyes, Lily blearily glanced around at the dimly lit way she currently occupied.
The elbow room was low and rather grand, and seemed to have been cut out of rock 'n' roll. There was a single insistence door at the other end which stood firmly shut. Lily determined that she was lying on a rock slab, of which there were identical slabs around the room. Between the walls were scattered box and crates all of varying size of it and shapes.
As she sat up, pain bloomed in her fountainhead, causing her to moan and seize at her brow. She wrapped her early arm around her middle and waited for the pain in her head to lessen.
Through the pounding in her principal, Lily heard a rustling noise off to her right, away from the only visible doorway. Squinting in that counsel, the young pilot saw zippo but grey crating and black rock, but the whispering continued, like dry leaves on concrete. The pain waned a bit, allowing Lily to get to her metrical unit and pass, shivering, around the plenty of crates which blocked her view from the reservoir of the speech sound. The scraping noise ceased before she got around the niche, though, and to her thwarting, there was naught occupying that corner of the room.
Exasperated, Lily decided to take stock. She paced back to her slab and sat cross-legged upon it, trying to recall everything about the collapse.
She had been in FTL traveling when something disrupted her engine, causing her to violently drop back into real-space extremely stuffy to this major planet. Her navigational computer had identified the planet as VGG-904, classified as inhabitable by tenacious kitchen range explorers when they first wave of exploration went through this sector, some three hundred standard years before. Since then, no one had visited, and nil discovered about it.
Lily had had to fake her power and engines in haphazard fashion to get the ship to crash land, instead of vaporize in the atmosphere or disintegrate upon shock with the ground. She had survived all the random factors thrown at her, but now she was captured by an unknown mintage of extraterrestrial being, seemingly animate.
Who knows what they planned to do to her ?
A dull ache still hammered away behind her eyes, so Lily decided to list back on her slab against the rock paries and close her eyes.




She must accept passed back out because she swam back to consciousness as the threshold screeched open. The rhythmic thud of heavy pes made her heart lbf., but she wasn't able to move an in before one of the hulking shadow beast squeezed through the doorway and peered in her direction with great black eyes. It whuffed and angled its massive head to await in the other corner, the one from which the rustling noises had emanated earlier. Making the Lapplander noise for many meter in sequence, the wolf began to gage out of the doorway.
"Hey !"Lily yelled at the thing,"What do you have me locked up for ? Who are you ? ?"
No heed was paid to her vociferation, and the door slammed shut with a interference that echoed.
She scoffed, and rubbed the sleep from her middle, and decided to do something. She got up gingerly from where she had slept, for the hard rock was unforgiving, and went to bear a look at the door. It was more like a pressurized hatch, but with no mechanisms or handle to touch off it. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning woman sighed and moved toward the confining heavy crate. She searched around for a latch or a keyhole or keypad, anything that would unfold the crate. A recessed slot near the top of one side held a button, which she depressed. The lid of the crate, about even with her breasts, broke into two pieces and slid off the sides of the box on systems of railing.
Inside were packages of some kind of sonant cloth, neatly packed atop each other. Lily took the initiative and broke one packet open, and to her surprise, what seemed to be an heroic cloak fell partially open at her feet. She stretched it out, and found it to be more like a poncho, with a trap in the middle for a straits.
Smiling at this tiny bit of circumstances, for Lily was practically vibrating across the floor from her shivers, she draped it around her like she imagined royal house would, and strode back to her slab. The whale would probably be angry with her for getting into their hooey, but she didn't really manage, since they had knocked her out, stripped her, and left her to freeze in a storeroom.
She was just about to draw in up against the wall when the rustling began again. Lily got back up and, trailing the stern of the outsized garment behind her like a train, she searched every part of the way she was in, pushing crates out of the way and even checking underneath a few. cypher was found but a bit of dust in every corner, although the rustling noise hadn't diminished.
Confused and still nursing a pain in the neck in her psyche, Lily decided to sit down and think some more on her predicament. She had no sooner seated herself and drew the folds of the impromptu blanket around her exposed pegleg when she saw something atop one of the crate. She gasped at the shock of seeing something that she hadn't found during her hunting.
The thing was cylindrical and about as long as two of her boots placed end to end. It was no thicker than her forearm, and a reddish-brown in coloration. It seemed to be a livelihood wight, as one featureless end hovered in the air like a serpent, pointed directly at her face.
Lily froze in reverence, her eyes growing widely at this tardy of alien. It wasn't to finale long, for it seemed as though the snake-like animate being had noticed her gaze. It slithered across the top of the crate, wrapped around the border until it located the sunken clitoris, and pressed it, sliding off the lid and onto the floor as the box opened. The creature came to a stop and angled its head-end towards Lily's fear-frozen figure.
She got the feeling that the affair was trying to evince her something, and so slowly slipped off of her slab and, keeping her eye on the louse as it tracked her, edged towards the now-opened box. Arriving at the English, Lily glanced in, and exclaimed in glee at finding all of the gear she had lost between her licking within her own lading hold and right now. She immediately dropped the alien cloak and hopped into her uni-suit with the pockets. Then she crammed those pockets full of every contrivance that she had taken from the lockers, including her sidearm, and then fished around in the crate for her lined crownwork.
All this time, the worm-snake on the ground watched her every motion, but made no move forward or back. Once fully decked out, Lily reached down again for her optical maser carbine and set it on her sleeping slab. With the crate empty, she turned back to the creature on the basis, unsure of what to do.
"Thanks, little thing."
This idiomatic expression elicited a bobble from the strawman of the snake in the grass, which Lily took to be an acknowledgement. Her Sentient life course in the university was finally paying off !
She sat down on the edge of her slab and clasped her hands together, trying to visualise this unknown exotic creature out. It edged a little closer to her, and made that rustling noise again, which was its tail sweeping the solid ground behind it.
Her mind suddenly that it looked like an oversized interlingual rendition of a very particular item tucked away with her spare wearable back at her ship. This thing was the Lapplander coloration and general proportionate size to her dildo !
Lily's face reddened and she smiled, still looking at the snake creature, which twisted a bit and rustled again.
"You're a trivial big for me, big guy."
At her lyric, the thing slithered forward to her feet and looked up at her. With a slight ecphonesis, Lily drew back, still slightly unnerved at the thing. It must give sensed this, for it backed off immediately, but then moved toward her arm. It tapped the stock twice, and then twitched it's ‘ capitulum'at the door twice.
Lily was astonished that this thing was not only in self-possession of at least a rudimentary intelligence, but it could also recognize buttons and weapon system. It also had a respectable idea, one that Lily was trusted she would have arrived at, given plenty sentence.
She picked up her laser, checked the charge and working order, and shouldered it. The snake-worm skittered behind one of the crateful for refuge. She fired the weapon twice, once at the top of the crosshatch and once at the fundament. The laser wasn't a very loud weapon, but Lily was sure that the hulking wight would come up running to fit on their plunder. Surprisingly, not a sound was heard other than that made by the uber-dildo coming out of cover.
It slithered over to the door, and kept one end pointed at it. Lily got up to visit her handiwork, only to find that the laser had done absolutely nothing to the obtuse finish of the hatch.
Growling in anger, Lily set her carbine against the bulwark and dropped her aching head in her hands. She massaged her middle again, and when she opened them, the ophidian tool was right beside her on the slab, ‘ looking'at her.
Smiling at that resemblance between the thing in front end of her and her toy back on the ship, Lily reached out to it and barely touched the side of it with a few fingers. It pushed against the mite of her digit slightly, like a cat would, and moved toward her slowly. She let it go as far as it wanted, until it had slithered up upon her right leg and pointed its featureless end at her face.
She giggled at its weight on her leg, and caressed what she figured to be its neck opening. It strained forward under her digit, and moved its former end over to gesture and point at a specific spot between her branch. Lily blinked, the smile sliding off her face.
"What do you want down there ?"
It seemed to filtrate towards her aspect, and then it curved around and pointed directly to her crotch. It then looked back towards her face.
She couldn't hardly believe it, but the fact that a sentient alien dildo-creature was obsessing about her vagina was turning her on a little bit. It had certainly been a spell since anything had happened between her and anyone besides her dildo, and the fact that she was trapped on an stranger major planet inside some sort of facility with no way out meant that she had some prison term to kill.
She looked over at the doorway uncertainly, but there came not a audio from out there. Lily made up her mind.
Gently moving the tool to the bench beside her, Lily got to her ft and threw her crownwork to the side, fumbling at the unisuit's zip. The snake on the terrace watched her move carefully. Lily felt as though she should tease the thing somehow, since it seemed well-informed, but she rolled her eyes at herself and shimmied her shoulder out of the sleeves and stepped out of the rest of it. She flipped her hair out of the way and peeled off her bra, exposing her twosome of c-cup knocker with abstemious mammilla. For a moment she kneaded her titmouse and squeezed her nipples, biting her lip at the cerebration of fucking her very number 1 outlander beast.
The snake-creature was still on the judiciary, watching her every motion, as though waiting, quite patiently, for her to finish. So, Lily let go of herself and took off the finale of her underclothes, showing a completely bald slit to the ‘ regard'of the thing.
Stark naked now, with her nipples standing erect and gooseflesh covering her from the chilly air, Lily went and sat down next to the impromptu dildo and opened her leg, running a twosome of fingers through her slit to make for certain of maximum lubrication.
The creature, which was wider than her dildo, slithered off onto the floor and peeked up over the boundary of the slab, peering into Lily's genitalia as she played with it. It looked up at her case when a moan escaped her, but returned its attention to the now wet pair of pussycat lips.
Lily drew her wet fingers out of herself and moved against the wall, gesturing coyly for the foreign alien animal to get busy, if it even knew what it was doing. The alien snake slithered up onto the slab in between her legs, and moved to within an column inch of Lily's quivering pussy. It looked around for a moment at the folds of flesh, seemingly getting its charge, until finally gently touching her clitoris. She was surprised, and twitched a minuscule with an unvoluntary close call.
Lily covered her oral fissure and laughed at herself, until the Snake River gently pushed its end inside her vagina.
Then, she gasped at the sudden entrance. Looking down, about an in had gone in, she could then finger the ‘ head'of the wight gyrating, as if looking about. After a little moment, it pushed in some more, causing Lily to gasp and grunt. The seat of the creature rustled back and forth.
The immature woman looked down as far as she could from this position, marveling at the odd view between her leg. She wished the snake knew how to thrust, instead of just contemplate her insides.
Just as she made her bid, the worm-snake pushed in again, until she cringed as it came up against her cervix.
"Too far in, my very wide friend."
She reached down and grasped the body of the matter, now buried within her about six inches. She tried to carefully pull it out of her vagina, but it was as though it was stuck inside. No issue how tough she pulled, although she had slight leverage, the serpent did not budge from within her vagina.
The slightest bit of fear managed to thwart her mind right before the alien worm plunged through Lily's cervix, entering her uterus. Pain swept over her, pulsing from her lower midsection, flux with joy from the motility of the thing through her vagina. She panted and sweated, letting go of the body of the alien worm and resigning herself to whatever may transpire within the next match minutes.
About a foot and a half of louse still lay between her shivering stage, the sleep was within her.
Lily jerked as the worm shifted inside her belly, creating the to the highest degree odd of sensations. As it began to slue inside even more, the young fair sex slid her hired man over her downcast abdomen, trying to ascertain what the thing wanted inside her, if it wasn't to pleasure her. She felt so pillock for thinking that she could get off with some alienate animal without there being a stop.
She gritted her teeth against the zapping star as Sir Thomas More and more of the animal's body edged its way through her vaginal canal, through her cervical first step, and into her womb. Beyond the infliction, Lily could feel a sort of throwaway motion within her, as though the alien was turning or coiling around inside her. She could see movement underneath the tight white skin beneath her belly button, and felt her body stretch under her fingerbreadth. Sir Thomas More than twelve in of the creature, mind you almost of the consistence of the foreigner louse was an column inch and a half in diam, had slithered its way inside of her physical structure for an unknown purpose. The tinge of fear had not left her mind.
Although she had never had such slow, deliberate effort through her vagina, especially past her g-spot. She wondered…
Lily had located her own g-spot at a much unseasoned age, and because of this was an expert at giving herself g-spot climax. If she was going to be eaten from the inside by an stranger outlander snake, then she was going to get off first.
As the snake slowly moved within her, Lily moved her paw above her pussycat, and pressed down on her pelvic bone, pushing the tissue beneath it to compress the vaginal canal around the strange item within it. The rough plot of land of vaginal tissue underneath the bone pressed against the fabric sliding against it ; sending increase pleasure signals to her brain.
Her efforts paid off, as with each arcsecond that passed her breaths deepened and quickened, her bosom jiggled as her pectus rose and fell, her brow frowned and her oral cavity opened wide until her consistence jerked, coincident with a pharyngeal consonant groan from Lily's pharynx as she came hard on the creature in her vagina. Milky white fluid now helped to lube the passage of the thing entering her, which seemed to pick up a piffling speed.
Still panting with the travail, Lily looked down once again, only to grunt in surprise to see the sizing of her belly, which had protruded to the point where she looked at least three month meaning. She still felt the gradual coiling movement within her belly, and even though the painfulness had lessened considerably, the fright had gone from her mind. She reasoned that if the alien had wanted to kill her or eat her or whatever else, it wouldn't have gone straight for her love-tunnel.
Sitting up as far as potential, Lily brought her legs up and craned her neck to see over her belly, growing infinitesimally with child every second. Her centre just caught spate of the end of the alien insect disappearing past her pussy rim, allowing her entry to close back down close to its pilot size, with a slight gape from the wider-than-usual transition. It was the most odd of ace, the empennage end of the creature being pulled through her vaginal canal, the duct closing down after the passing. She shuddered at the feeling, waves of pleasance jolting through her as the end passed her g-spot.
With finality, Lily felt the snap bean of her neck closing over the end of the worm's tush, causing her to flinch and gasp, and she was left with a tingling vagina and four month'worth of pregnant belly.
Suddenly without bother or delight, Lily lay panting on the slab or stone for a here and now, running her hands over her new proportions. It felt natural enough, even though she had never been meaning before, even the coiling had ceased. She swept a hand through her pussy to get all of her cum off of herself, closing her center halfway at the look. She looked at the glistening fluid on her hand and slowly licked it off, savoring the taste of her own pleasure.
Still not quite satisfied from the former XX mo inflammation, Lily stuck a finger up her snatch and pinched her nipple, manipulating her clitoris with her quarter round. She panted and groaned, moving her hand from her tit to her significant belly, caressing it lightly. Her pussy immediately flooded, and delight built within the young woman by her own stimulation, until it broke over her judgment like a tidal wave. She had no idea having a meaning belly would turn her on so much ! Especially a belly with an alienate beast inside it.
Coming down from her second flood tide, Lily decided that enough was enough. She slipped into her undergarments, giving her titties one last taking into custody before capturing them. She then got up and struggled into her unisuit, which stretched enough to accommodate her passenger.
As she was throwing on her jacket, she heard a sourceless female voice.
"Did you know that you're ovulating ?
Lily froze, her crownwork dangling from one arm. She searched the room with her eyes, but no one was there.
"Where are you ? ?"She asked the air.
A chuckle responded at first.
"I'm the only other being inside this room. In fact, besides yourself, I'm the only keep thing inside you."
Lily slowly looked down at her swollen breadbasket, within which she felt a coiling motility for a brief second. Her judgment couldn't make sentiency of it.
"You ? ?"She managed to choke out.
"Yes. Me."The worm replied with a little movement.
For a moment, Lily couldn't think of anything to say, or anything to suppose for that matter, for she had just made herself orgasm on an disaffect brute that she now discovered could talk, somehow. So, she decided to start with the basics.
"…Do you have a gens ?"
"Yes,"the coiled serpent in her uterus replied,"I am Lyrux. ”