/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

Welp, time to put the knowledge I've gained on /monster/ to work and pull out my dick.

>>363548

Not quite right, but not really wrong either.

Did the demon lord's spell affect the aliens too or am I being more autistic than usual?

>>363551

I like to think the demon lord has a forcefield ,that monsterizes anything that goes through it, around earth.

>>363555

>recon ship returns to the mother ship after a mission on earth

>"so, how wa-"

>the normal squadron that was sent off was replaced with, what would the humans call this?

>"fine pieces of ass"?

<oh~! Hey commander, look what we brought along~!

>in one of the squad members arms was a human

>a male one at that

>scared out of his mind no less

>can't say I blame him, if a bunch of aliens abducted me I'd be shitting myself too

>"this was a recon mission, why the hell did you bring back another life form?! He could have something for all we know!"

<awww, don't be like that, we'll take real good care of him!

>"take care of him? He doesn't even have clothes!"

>why was the human naked in the first place, I thought they wore clothes

<he smells a lot better without them

>smells?

>"what do you mean he smells better?"

<well, when we approached earth we all suddenly felt real weird

>"define weird."

I'd continue but I'm no good at stories. If someone else want to take this (probably not, I'm pretty bad at writing) then be my guest.

<"no need to worry anon"

<"we aren't going to prob your butt"

<"you see earth is basically a farm"

<"oh but don't worry, it isn't want you think"

<"we planted basic dna and proteins millions of your years ago"

<"knowing through the course of evolution would make your species"

<"and well… why we made you is for your semen"

<"a life of being milked is what awaits you"

>i can life with that

>Demon lord extends her influence to universes beyond.

>aliens only come to earth for the men and food.

>mgs and women unite to expel the greatest threat to their existence.

like whamen had a chance lol

>alien mgs just stay on the moon fucking earth's men while wurms and 3D try into space.

>>363590

Any space station desire pics

>>363515

Um, sir, the 'alien' in the 2nd pic is actually a Lamia from Fate Grand Order, she was sadly displaced from her group. She might need help getting back to her tribe.

https://exhentai.org/g/972079/a740ecc716/

FUCK OFF SPACENIGGERS WE'RE FULL

>>363722

>>363722

https://exhentai.org/g/1105937/4d310def17/

>>363754

Then we will create our very own MIB,

And we'll call it MIC (Men In Chastity).

These aliens won't steal our genes from our waifus!

>>363702

The clown becomes a serial rapist who pies her victims in the face after. Shitcurity is into femdom. Engineering is all gremlins. Atmosia will try and pump matango spores into the air if you piss someone in atmos off. The AI is loves /clang/. The syndicate is all palidindus. Changelings extract DNA via other ways now. Need i go on?

>>363849

you do know there is variations for male and female grays, you just posted fucking traps, you retard.

>>363838

Only if we stay in one place, doest it include shit like tentacle rape but with the male being the victim?

>>363890

your butthole shouldn't be what you are worried about

the flood do shit with nervous system, you'd be a connected to her by your nervous system, in essence you would become an extension of her.

She could feed you whatever stimuli she wanted to.

Guess that would be fine if she was benevolent to her

had a slimier idea but with a ASI waifu bot

SPACENOGGERS GO AND STAY GO.

>>363885

>Tau-Necron

>Necron-Tau?

I guess I missed something from the heydays of cuck/tg/.

If femayys came to earth they would think memes are like a second language and ask males to give them their "cosita". In their own languages.

Any space station desire?

>>363733

>Don’t “um sir” me you homosexual negroid from beyond. It’s a foreign invader that’s looking to kidnap people, where it comes from doesn’t matter.

Foreign yes, but not space foreign. Don't you want monster girls?

>>363938

What would happen if they go SSJ during climax? Does their vagina become 50x tighter?

>>363938

Might get a little awkward if she turns into a hundred-foot gorilla every time there's a full moon.

>>363891

>Benevolent

Thats kind off the point by having a waifu

But anyways would my asshole and mouth be safe? And while you say woule my brain be fine

I dont want an accidental lobotomy

>>363970

That put a horrifying image in my head tbh. Just hanging from your limbs somewhere twitching occasionally while you're assimilated to some organism.

>>363978

I think it would more like tentacles around, through, and in your form. forming a big tentacle that you can move around

>>363979

You somehow managed to make it worse. But someone out there gets off on this.

>>363981

I don't know anon. A parasitic waifu's nice and all, but it just doesnt sound like a good investment. What if she can't take care of you anymore and you end up waking up in some matrix type of way with appendages poking out of your body? Maybe i'm reading too much into this.

>>363984

>parasitic

she isn't getting anything from you other then your presence, sperm and energy that has to be a thing with it for me to consider her a monster girl she can survive on her own, so isn't parasitic in anyway, and she has the intelligence of an ASI, and flood army that she is the hivemind off, so I wouldn't worry about her not being able to take care of you.

>>363980

>But someone out there gets off on this.

Me.

Prase Slaanesh and pass the pocket pussy.

>>363970

>autonomy and any chance of self actualization

Those really don't exist for 99,99% of all people; just another myth, like the "american dream" to become a millionair when you're a dishwasher. It's just a carrot to keep wageslaves from rebelling.

>>363970

>you guys probably wouldn't have sex in a normal way either,

wrong, these are monster girls after all.

Hivemind waifus are shit anyways. Just get a space monkey.

>>363993

was talking about being happy with one's own existence and the state you are in, which is attainable, but true freedom isn't as we are enslaved and limited by our genes

The hivemind waifu would probably offer something an even better life self actualization ever could, but if you don't have the right genes or the right genes turned on, you might not want to give up your 'freedom' for a life of being happy and looked after by a waifu that is a superior hivemind life form.

>>363994

just saying cause she is a giant thing of biomass. It really all up to your headcanon, I don't mind being connected to her, and her being able to tap into my nerves and make me feel whatever she wants me to, or her putting me through a matrix-like simulation where we fuck and her size is more manageable. Most of your bodily functions could still be your own, so if she wants cum, she would have to have "sex" with you. but if you just want to live in her like a house, interacting with tentacles when interacting with her, it is up to you.

Why not just make the gravemind a giant space sandworm you can connect and disconnect to like a shoggoth?

>>363999 (checked)

Or basically what this anon said.

>>364064

***

I sobbed inconsolably in the darkness of my room. It just wasn't fair! The cancer had somehow taken advantage of all the other shit wrong with me and had spread. My treatments were practically back to square one. I was doomed to more time in this hospital, more time in that Goddamn machine. A small, rational part of my brain told me I should be thankful. In an earlier era this would have been a death sentence. But I just couldn't take it anymore. My whole fucking life was the inside of a fucking hospital! I'd never gone for a hike, or gone to a normal school, or had a real job, or even kissed a boy. I weakly pounded my pillow in rage. It just wasn't FAIR!

***

As always, I felt drained after my treatment. But I just didn't care. Lately I didn't care about much of anything really. I could tell the doctors were concerned but I didn't care about that either. This wasn't the fucking Information Age. I didn't need to "fight" my cancer. The machines would do that. All I had to do was show up. Modern medicine would fix the worthless slab of meat I called a body until the next fucking thing broke. "Attitude" and "Will to Live" didn't have shit to do with fuck all. I stared numbly at the wall fulfilling my purpose in life: waiting for next unpleasant thing required to keep me alive.

I didn't react when the nurse poked her head in to inform me I had a visitor. Even my instincts couldn't be bothered to muster a response to X21-B44's creepy scuttling and squeaking. I continued to stare blankly at the wall as the small alien cheerfully told me about the projects she was working on and the latest station gossip. She kept trying to engage me with questions but I kept ignoring her. Finally the irrepressible bug hit her limit and began to falter. Soon we sat in silence. I knew I should feel bad for being so rude to someone who had been so nice to me but I couldn't. I couldn't feel anything.

I didn't turn to watch as X21-B44 moved to the door. Surprisingly she didn't leave but toggled the privacy switch and hopped up onto the table next to me.

"Do you have any idea WHAT I AM you <insult> monkey?!" I had never heard the translation device at a loss for words before, "I'm a descendant of the most evil race in galactic history! I'M THE ULTIMATE NERVOUS SYSTEM!"

X21-B44 emitted a horrific sound the translation device interpreted as <bitter laughter>, "Our entire method of reproduction was intrinsically evil. We could literally only reproduce by hijacking a lifeform with a sentient nervous system and converting their biomass into more of us. We were like something out of a gonzo pulp novel!"

On a certain level I was surprised I wasn't scared. On the other hand I didn't care.

"We knew nothing of compassion or joy or love. Most especially love. But then the Lilim came. We tried to eat her you know. Why would we do anything else? Thankfully she changed us and killed the abomination suppressing out individual wills. She taught us a better way."

The buglike alien gently touched my arm with her odd, frilly appendage. "Like all my free sisters I live to help others now. I enjoy that and derive fulfillment from that, I really do. But I'm also a member of a race of females who crave love. Can you imagine how lonely that is? This weird little body of mine can't even give a hug."

I had been vaguely aware of all this but had never really thought about the implications. There were lots of different types of aliens who had joined the Demon Lord one way or another, "Why are you telling me this?"

"To be blunt: I want to share your body. I'm so tired of being alone. I like you. I like you a lot. It's killing me to see you suffering like this. If you let me join with you I can fix all of that! I can give us an amazing body! Then maybe… you know… if you want… maybe we could… find a… um… a husband…"

I was silent, this time with shock. An alien wanted to fuse with me and cure all my diseases so we could get a guy?!

"I know this is a lot to take in. Just think about it OK?"

continue?

>>364065

continue please.

>>364065

>>364064

I like my monster girls to have a little bit more of a bite, as in an apocalyptic, species ending bite

anyway

nice pic and story tho

please continue

>>364065

When do they find the sexy times?

>>364076

> beastiality.

xenofags are disgusting.

>>364098

> wanting to fuck a xenomorph when its aimed at male impreg faggots.

the faggot is you.

>>364065

Wouldn't they just get a tailpussy like w manticore?

I honestly doubt demon energy would create a creation without sexual organs.

>>364100

>Implying demon energy would ever create anything that would mpreg

Canonically xenomorphs would suck, but we are talking about monstergirl xenomorphs

>>363931

Yautjas are probably just hyper mantis that are obssessed with keeping their "trophies" in peak condition, probably just to flaunt you to the single yautjas. Also, anime versions of them are superior to all others.

>>364100

Just don't get impreg'd dumbass

>>364113

> fucking an animal.

Turn it into an mg first.

>>364112

I would figure a sort of lizardman/mantis hybrid

>goes to warzones on earth in order to find strong “prey” to take home as a trophy

>will only go after a man who can defend himself and/or is armed

>She wins the hunt by proactive dating you, and then takes you back to her home planet as her new husband

>Does actually lethal hunts for wacky alien creatures, and will gladly have you tag along

>If defeated non-lethally while she’s hunting you, she becomes a submissive gf and her clan mates give you a nifty sci-fi weapon as a sign of respect.

>teases prey by using a pitch-adjusted playback to flirt with them

>prefers hot climates because predators live on a hotter world (and because predators are perverts and enjoy seeing their prey be sweaty and more scantily-clad)

>acquire husbando I shall leave the choice to others

>take him to Adrazelle's court

is my suggestion

>>364178

I remember that story. It was nice.

>>364134

In the games Flood transformation took all of a few seconds

>>364207

I prefer plausible sci-fi. Weeks of gene editing, tissue replacement, and metabolic changes makes the most sense for Symbiote-chan's results. But point taken.

>>363702

rape station 13

>>364355

The cruise has been going great so far. You've got a solid crop of young men who are all eager to learn. As always Captain "Bludd" has kept the ship on schedule and running like clockwork. And the security team has had nothing to do but train which is just the way you like it. Best of all you've gotten the opportunity to study a freshly fused Flood form! Such a fascinating species. Their biochemistry alone is mind boggling. You've spent many profitable hours interviewing and examining the subject.

As a newly fused specimen, rather than "second gen" girl born as Flood, she has two separate brains and personalities: one for the symbiote and one for the host. The symbiote, X21-B44, has proven incredibly helpful. She's been able to give you detailed descriptions of the processes she uses to modify and enhance the host body. It's amazing to have someone talk you through a biological process in real time as they control it. Of course she's still a monstergirl. X21-B44 has made quite a few inappropriate advances, foremost of which is her repeated offer to have you watch them masturbate "for Science". You've politely but consistently rebuffed her. It would be totally inappropriate for a man of science such as yourself to engage in any kind of relationship with a research subject.

The host on the other hand is incredibly shy and reserved. This maps to her pre-transformation personality profile records somewhat, but not nearly to this degree. You've been trying to figure out if this is a consequence of the transformation or some other factor but her reticence has proven an insurmountable challenge. You can't even try to leverage her relationship with other members of the crew for information. She obviously feels uncomfortable with the largely single young men on the security team and your even younger students. She's somewhat more loquacious with the monster and alien members of the Captain's crew and their husbands. Sadly, that's more a matter of the occasional terse sentence being more than the downcast eyes and stammering you can draw out of her.

On the bright side the host's tight lips inspired a rather interesting line of inquiry. To get around using the host as an interpreter the symbiote grew a small bioelectric speaker for herself. Intrigued, you asked about the process of growing new, custom nerve tissues. This led to the discovery that while the symbiote can grow just about any nervous linkage the host must practice to become proficient with it. This apparently stems from the symbiote's moral refusal to "fuck with" the host's brain directly. The symbiote was adamant on this point; it's evidently an incredibly strong ethical taboo for Demonic Flood.

Since learning this you've managed to gather a tremendous amount of data on the host's ability to synchronize with novel alien nervous systems. The first experiments revolved around the host gaining fine motor control with their off hand. Since their dominant hand had been transformed into a claw the symbiote "did some kludgey rewiring" to make the host ambidextrous. It was easy to devise a test protocol of simple tasks and games to measure the host's increase in manual dexterity over time. Since then the symbiote has added all manner of enhancements for the host to practice with as you collect data. You'll get a research paper out of this for sure! You just wish you had a larger sample size. You're certain there's some observer effect going on. For whatever reason the host seems desperate to master the tasks as quickly as possible when you're in the room, to the point of becoming panicky when she fails in front of you.

Like right now. After consuming a disturbing amount of steak over the past few days the Flood Form now boasts a set of retractable "combat whips" in her claw. The test protocol requires her to use them to knock over several moving targets in a set amount of time and she is not doing very well. She keeps sneaking you sad little glances as you record her misses and the monitor shows that her heart rate is much, much higher than it has any right to be for this level of activity. You keep telling her that the point of measuring her learning is that she starts out bad and gets better. But no matter what you say she keeps freaking out every time you watch her mess up. Poor thing.

>>364356

"That's enough. You can go ahead and take off the sensors. I have enough data." the girl slumps her shoulders dejectedly. She clearly thinks you stopped her because she sucks at the activity. You smile broadly at her to try to cheer her up, "This is a good baseline. If the previous tests are any indication you'll be an expert at this in no time."

"T-t-thanks…" you hear the unspoken 'but you're just saying that.' loud and clear. You decide to change the subject.

"Hey, the planet we're getting ready to land on should be right up your alley. A freshly terraformed wilderness with a mixed Terran and alien ecosystem. Including megafauna! I think your little buddy mentioned that you wanted to try some hiking. This could be your chance!"

The Flood girl's eyes glaze over indicating an extensive conversation between the two brains. For a moment you think you're going to get a real response out of her but when she comes to all she says is "O-Okay…"

You feel sorry for the poor girl. Social anxiety is a serious issue. You're racking your brain to come up with another verbal sally to try to draw her out when you feel a violent bang reverberate through the ship's hull, "What was that?!"

You both stop to listen for a moment, straining to hear anything else. That's when the klaxons start wailing and you hear the Captain's voice over the intercom, "We are under attack by unknown forces! There is major damage to engineering and our orbit is decaying rapidly. All passengers abandon ship immediately!"

Before you can even process what's happening the Flood girl has you in her arms and is sprinting down the corridor. She bodily throws you into the nearest escape pod, jumps in after you, and slams the launch button. Your last meal threatens to liberate itself as the pod accelerates away from the ship in an odd tumble before the stabilizers kick in. The source of the english becomes clear as the ship slides into view. She's leaking air and debris from her aft section as she falls towards the planet in a corkscrew dive. You can see other escape pods breaking free and being flung in all directions.

"Strap yourself in. The computer's showing a lot of red text. I don't think it liked that messed up launch. This landing is probably going to suck."

"Prudent advice." You quickly comply and just barely have time to marvel at the longest conversation you've ever had with the Flood girl host personality before the pod starts to rattle and shake.

>>364355

Good stuff, Anon. Might want to come up with a nickname for X21-B44 if Symbiote-chan's going to keep her identities separate, though.

>the classic moral problem with monsterization

This probably belongs in the monsterization thread, but ego-death isn't a concern for regular monsterization or the integration of multiple conscious agents. Neither monsterization or multi-agent integration would cause the resulting agent to lose their sense of self or fundamentally change their memory, value-estimation, or action-planning systems. At worst, the changes in desires caused by monsterization could be analogized to an endocrine disorder like hyperthyroidism. Multi-agent integration is more complex, but the values and predispositions of an integrated agent must depend on the strengths of its predecessors' values and predispositions, and on how they are weighed during integration. The new agent, therefore, has a linear combination (superposition) of its predecessors' values and predispositions. Nothing is necessarily lost during integration. That the sense of self is preserved can be clearly observed in split-brain patients and craniopagus twins. If you cut someone's corpus callosum, the thick bundle of white matter connecting the left and right hemispheres, then each hemisphere functions as an independent agent, and there is no reported change in self-perception. Craniopagus twins joined at the thalamus can distinguish between each other but use "I" when referring to either twin.

>girly inner dialogue

Cute idea, for sure. Having a bit more internal back-and-forth reacting to events would be welcome.

>>363993

Fuck off commie

>>365238

The shelter assembly was idiot proof and soon Anon was inside and snoozing with a full belly. I knelt at the entrance and kept watch as X21-B44 manually approximated the chemical effects of sleep in different parts of our body. It wasn't the same as proper rest but she reassured me we could stay awake and functional a long time this way.

Thanks X21-B44. I'm really worried about him. I don't know what I'd do if we fell asleep and woke up to see an alien slut riding him.

Geez, way to paint a scary picture. Although… If you really want to prevent that, we are alone with him out here.

We're not going to abuse his trust and rape him ourselves!

If we just crawl in there and start cuddling I'm sure one thing will lead to another.

He doesn't see us that way yet.

Oh come on! Do we need to buy you a bonnet to tip?! You won't let us try anything! We'd be married by now if you listened to me!

He's not going to go for the masturbation thing!

Well then what's your idea?!

I don't know! Hopefully something other than just shoving our pussy in his face. Humans don't do that! I immediately regretted thinking that. What was wrong with me?

Do you… I sensed incredible sadness over the link, Do you still see me as a creepy alien bug?

No. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, I see you as a beautiful six foot tall alien goddess.

But that's us, not me!

Everything good about us now is something you made! I'm just the canvas you painted on. And I'm not even a good canvas! my tears were flowing freely now, You gave us superpowers and I can't even figure out how to talk to the guy we like.

There was a moment of shocked silence, Big Sister… is this why you don't have any confidence?

I couldn't bring myself to answer her. She sighed mentally and I could feel her trying to send me comforting feelings.

I picked you, you know. If I just wanted to find a desperate woman willing to let me use her body there was no shortage of those at the hospital. You were kind and understanding. You were nice to me despite the fact that I was a gross monstrosity. I asked you because I knew that you would share that kindness with me, our husband, and our babies.

You're just saying that…

You know that isn't true. she sighed again, This is my fault. I shouldn't have been monopolizing his attention so much on the ship. I wanted him so bad I thought I could get him myself just by helping him with his research and dragging the promise of sex in front of his nose. I should have been working with you to get him to see us as a woman too.

No! Without you I wouldn't have been brave enough to spend time with him at all!

You've been talking to him now, haven't you? You just needed a little push. Tell you what, I'm going to stay passive for a while. I'll back you up, but you keep talking to him. Let him see the tender womanly side of us, not just the powerful alien side.

I don't know if I can…

I believe in you Big Sister.

Her sincerity was compelling. It was the best feeling in the world. I wished I could give her a real hug, Thanks… Little Sister.

I could tell that calling her that meant a lot to her. We made up by sending each other happy and encouraging feelings. After a while she gave me a sly mental wink and affected a bratty kid sister tone, Big Sister? Can we please masturbate?

Are you kidding?! We're marooned on a hostile alien planet after being attacked by who knows what and our crush is sleeping right over there! I peeked into the shelter and saw Anon slumbering peacefully with an innocent look on his face. He looked so adorable… We have to be super quiet.

***

>>365239

You wake up surprisingly refreshed. You guess all that hiking yesterday helped you sleep soundly. You can hear the Flood girl moving around outside the shelter. Based on the smells wafting through the shelter's air vents she must be cooking breakfast. After a quick check to make sure you're decent you head out to speak with her.

"Do you think it's safe to have a fire-" you stop and feel a little silly when you realize she simply pulled the "Self Heat" tabs on two ration packs.

"We haven't seen or heard anything since we landed." she brushes a strand of hair out of her eyes and frowns, "There'd probably be some evidence of enemy action by now if they were interested in the escape pods. Let's keep being careful, but hopefully all we have to worry about now is being rescued."

You're a little ashamed at the longing the word 'rescue' awakens in you, "Should we head back to the pod?"

"We'd rather try to link up with the others. We took a look at the computer map before we left so we have a general idea where they should be."

You thought you were ashamed before, "Oh my God! My students! I didn't even think!"

She touches your forearm softly. Odd, she's never done that before, "Relax, there was nothing you could do. Besides, I was driving you pretty hard there." she smiles wanly, "I hope you can forgive me. I was really worried for your safety."

"No, no, that's fine. But I still should have thought of my students!"

"Don't worry. I'm sure none of them were paranoid enough to abandon their pods the way we did." the Flood girl crumples up her ration container and tosses it as it starts to disintegrate itself, "Looks like that was the right decision after all. I'll give you some privacy for your human stuff and then we can head out. We'll probably find them all relaxing and playing games on the pod computers."

>>365238

>Giving him a moment to recover[,] I unstrapped myself…

Parenthetical phrases should be separated by commas.

>I'd rather not eat a H.A.R.M. if I can help it.

The context is enough to understand the general meaning, but footnotes[1] can expand on acronyms, made up words, and oblique references without forcing them in dialogue.

>Oh come on! Do we need to buy you a bonnet to tip?! You won't let us try anything! We'd be married by now if you listened to me!

>He's not going to go for the masturbation thing!

Got a laugh out of me.

>Humans don't do that! I immediately regretted thinking that. What was wrong with me?

Good conversation about Big and Little Sis' perspectives on self and other. Inner dialogue's being well-utilized to characterize and develop Big and Little Sis.

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1. Footnotes could be placed at the end of each post or at the end of a series of posts.

>>365240

When I was a kid I thought the Flood was the scariest shit and here you've made one that's cute and that I actually don't want to burn alive. Good job.

>>367269

A few hours and Xenobiology lectures later the two of you approach the site of the nearest escape pod. The Flood girl motions for you to hide while she sneaks forward to check it out. After a few tense minutes waiting in silence and trying to ignore the bugs buzzing around she calls for you to come out. As you amble into the small clearing made by the landing pod you note the concerned expression on the Flood girl's face.

"No one's here." she gestures to the pod. It sits at a crooked angle, cold and powered down. Some particularly adventurous vines are already starting to creep up its side, "One of the survival packs is gone but other than that there's no evidence of any activity here that I can see."

"I guess you were wrong. Looks like at least one other person had the same idea you did and hid after landing."

"Maybe. Help me look around a bit for clues before we move on."

Neither one of you is a tracker but you take some time to slowly walk a spiral pattern around the pod. You see a few faint footprints but nothing you can interpret beyond 'someone was here'. You're about to give up when the Flood girl calls you over. She's kneeling and looking at a discolored spot on a leaf.

"This is human semen."

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment and you force an awkward laugh, "Haha, those scamps. I guess boys will be boys. A lot of temptation to constantly be cranking 'em out at that age."

She gives you a guarded look before turning to scan the tree line, "Maybe…"

***

>>367270

After that the Flood girl goes back to being silent and watchful. The look of grim determination on her face precludes conversation and she never takes her claw's eye off of you. It's as if she expects an alien raider to jump out of the bush and rape you at any second. You're making good time towards the next pod but her obvious concern is scaring the heck out of you. You finally break down and try to cut the tension with some small talk.

"So, I usually only talk to one of you at a time. I never really asked what the social conventions are for addressing you as a gestalt?"

The Flood girl doesn't respond and just keeps watching the jungle for threats. You think she's ignoring you until her host and symbiote eyes give each other a significant look. You've never seen that behavior before. Did they just have some kind of internal debate? Maybe what you asked was offensive? You're about to apologize when she says, "A bonded host-symbiote pair is usually referred to by their individual names or by a generic appellation. 'Form type, form' is a common term of formal address for all Flood so we could be addressed as 'Combat Form' just as a serviceman might be called 'Spacer' or 'Marine'. Outsiders also often address Flood using the terms Lady Adrazelle introduced: 'Flood-san' for a stranger or acquaintance or 'Flood-chan' for a closer friend."

"Interesting, 'Flood-san'."

You can't parse the look she gives you but you can tell you said something wrong. Her eyes seem irritated and sad at the same time as she continues, "A bonded pair doesn't generally share a single proper name until they're given one. Rarely, they get one in recognition of some great feat. Usually their husband gives them one."

She looks away from you and mumbles that last part. She's obviously upset but you aren't sure what you did wrong. Was asking her name comparable to an inappropriate marriage proposal? Why are you always spilling spaghetti? You decide to let it go in lieu of continuing and risking giving more offense. The two of you march on in silence.

***

The next pod is much closer than the last and you reach it without further incident. Sneaking towards it reveals a comical sight. Two of your students are inside the pod looking out the window with bemused expressions. Outside, an Andean Bear is expressing great interest in the Capybara roasting over their campfire. The large beast is gazing longingly at the meat as it tries to figure out how to snatch it without burning itself. You chuckle to yourself. While they're theoretically formidable fighters, bears like these are really quite shy creatures. You're glad your students had the presence of mind to hide in the pod and leave the bear alone. It will leave soon enough and there's no reason to confront it over a glorified cooked rat. In fact, this is a nice opportunity to observe the animal up close. They remain rare on Earth so it's a real treat so see one of these at times majestic and at times clownish beasts in person.

Your train of thought is broken by the Combat Form unleashing a bone chilling sound. Her cry sounds like a growl passed through a vat of phlegm and then run through a distorting electronic filter. Before you realize what's happening she's crashing through the undergrowth towards the bear, emitting her horrific vocalization every step of the way. This proves to be far too much for the poor animal and it immediately flees in terror. As soon as it's gone the alien girl urgently motions for you to join her and moves to check on the boys.

There's a moment of confusion as you rush forward and the boys spill out of the pod only to receive a panicked examination for injuries from the Flood girl. It takes a few minutes to convince her that the large beast with sharp claws and teeth was no real threat but she eventually calms down when she sees that the boys are unharmed. Once the excitement is over you ask the boys if they've seen anyone else.

"No sir. You're the first person we've seen since we landed. As a matter of fact we can't even raise anyone else over the radio."

"What?! Show me." sure enough you can't send or receive anything over the pod radio. Even the other pod beacons on the map are old locations, last updated when everyone first landed. You mentally kick yourself for not powering up the last pod and trying this earlier.

"We must be being jammed." the Flood girl mutters darkly, "Get your stuff together. We need to be ready to move."

You're about to respond when you hear the echoes of gunfire in the distance.

Yeah, no. As "cute" flood-chan is, I was kinda traumatized by the flood after playing Halo CE and that fucking hall with the popcorn carriers. I hate the flood with a burning passion and nothing will change that.

>>367281

>nothing will change that

that is what you think now, with your limited perspective

>>367281

Git gud. Pop the carriers, hit the biggest concentration with a frag grenade or two, and mop up with a shotgun and assault rifle. Or just keep your distance from the slow carriers, pop one, kill the popcorn, rinse and repeat.

>>367287

Interrogators would have the best job.

>Restrain alien, strap a psi-blocking helmet to them if they have psionics

>"Oh no! I've been captured by the humans!"

>"Now what is Mr. Interrogator going to do to me?"

Help save humanity from subjugation, get a free waifu, and be paid to do it.

What would chryssalids be like?

>>367271

I was checking this thread earlier today before heading to work. I'm glad to see more content of the same quality.

>>367291

Sexually Aggressive Rapid Breeders

>>368121

In my defense I immediately realized what I'd done, heard the projectile launch, and got our claw up in time to block it. That didn't matter much though. The large dart just pumped its chemical payload into our arm instead of our torso. I barely managed to shout a warning to the boys before collapsing in a heap.

Paralytic and aphrodisiac! Trying to neutralize!

Nononono! Get us mobile!

I'm trying! This is really exotic stuff!

I wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse but I fell with my head facing the boys. I was able to watch helplessly as they reacted. At first they ran toward me to check me out but, God Bless him, Anon realized we were about to come under attack and got everyone in a rough circle with their backs to a tree. There were a few tense minutes of silence as they held their rifles at the ready and strained to listen. My own awareness had crashed inward when Little Sister turned her full efforts towards fighting the venom coursing through our veins so I was just as surprised as the others when one of Anon's students pointed at something in the distance.

"There! It's got a cloaking device!" he shouted and opened up with his rifle. I don't know what gave her away or how he managed to tag her but miracle of miracles there was a splash of glowing green blood as one of his bullets hit something unseen. The others joined him and added their fire to his. The whole jungle shook with the crash of automatic weapons fire. That was probably a mistake since they all ran out of ammunition at about the same time seconds later. I cringed in anticipation of enemy retaliation as their untrained hands fumbled through the reloading process but nothing happened. For a moment I dared hope. Maybe the boys could stand this bitch off on their own despite my fuck up? My nascent optimism was crushed when a glowing blue-white bolt of energy screamed out of the jungle and hit one of the students. He did a jerky dance as the strange energy crackled around him before falling to the ground. Once down he twitched occasionally and I could see his pants tenting. If it hadn't been clear before it was now pretty obvious what these aliens were after.

The fate of his friend seemed to fill the first student with strange resolve. He roared an inarticulate battle cry and charged at the thicket the bolt had come from. I mentally screamed at him to stick with the group. Anon echoed my cry in reality but he might as well have been screaming internally like me for all the good it did. There was something tragically romantic about it. A human male charging forward, yelling and firing wildly. His ancestors would have immediately recognized what he was doing and he would have fit right in among the screaming hordes at Pickett's Charge or Verdun. When his rifle ran dry he let it hang loose in its sling, drew a large survival knife, and started swinging it wildly. I was amazed to see another splash of glowing green. He had repeated his earlier feat of picking out the cloaked alien! Once again I dared to hope, but once again I was disappointed. Thanks to the dripping green blood I could see the outline of an arm sneak past the boy's inexpert guard and slam into his gut. As he doubled over a dart like the one that got me struck him. He hit the ground like a sack of potatoes and was quickly dragged into the bush. No doubt he'd be married the old monster way as soon as his molester found a safe spot to do the deed.

Little Sis, we have to be mobile NOW!

I'm trying! I could tell she was just as upset as I was, This is really hard! The aphrodisiac is crazy!

Forget the aphrodisiac! Just get us moving!

But-

We'll jill off with one hand and fight with the claw if we have to! I just-

I couldn't bear to articulate the thought. I'd fucked up and as a result we had just watched one of Anon's students get proactively dated. This was all my fault. The magnitude of my failure overwhelmed me. It got even worse when Little Sis started to panic, I can't do it! Oh God, those sluts are going to take all the boys and Anon because I can't figure out this stupid protein! Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, …

A wave of despair washed over us. I mentally reached out for Little Sis as she reached out for me. The feelings were so intense I interpreted them like it was physically happening. X21-B44 appeared as we did now while I was an idealized version of my old human self with Flood coloration. We wept while sharing a pathetic hug in an infinite plane of darkness. Each of us clutched the other, desperately trying to derive some comfort from the contact, but we were both far too upset to offer each other any real support. It was all over.

>>368122

I was distantly aware of Anon pulling up our sleeve, "Hang on! Jason's OK, I'll fix you up too."

There was the sting of a needle and the chirping of a computer. Anon started muttering under his breath about 'anti-venom' and periodically I'd hear him yell 'I'm a medic treating wounded! I'm hors de combat you psychos!' to what I hoped was empty jungle. After a few minutes I heard him set something down and then he manhandled us in to a sitting position. He had a sad look on his face when he said, "It's OK. You can't blame yourself. None of us would have noticed that trap."

The reminder of our failure unleashed a fresh flood of tears. Anon's face fell even further. Instead of saying anything he sat down next to us. I could feel his arm wrap us in a hug as he tried to wipe away our tears. The irony was unbearable. We were getting exactly what we wanted but we didn't deserve any of it. We started to cry even harder.

Even paralyzed we managed a sharp intake of breath at what happened next: Anon lay us in his lap and started stroking our hair while making wordless soothing noises. The sense of peace and love was overwhelming. It was like he had reached into our dark inner mental hellscape and protectively bundled us both up in his arms. I still wanted to feel guilty but couldn't manage it as our body relaxed. Before we had been struggling desperately against the paralyzing drug but it felt so safe in Anon's arms… we didn't have to fight anymore… we cooed like a newborn Flood Form as Little Sis and I drifted off into a half dreaming fugue state… Anon… we're sorry…

>>368128

pls go

you aren't fighting aliens

you are fighting mutated human bodies

sorry that there is no good necromorph porn

can i have some female grays ??

>>363702

a shopping mall spaceship with everyone trying to keep the damn thing going and a undercover furfag trying to pozz darling?

>>368121

The build-up and pay-off for Flood-chan being trapped could have been better executed. It seems like she fell for it because she was too focused on sound and smell, going so far as to overtax her cognitive resources by cobbling together a bunch of new sensory systems. It's not clear, however, whether she would have noticed the trap if she were relying on her normal sensory suite. How Big Sis reacts to her failure is consistent with her lack of self-confidence, and she doesn't seem to regret her narrow focus or how she jumped to modifying her biology when it may not have been necessary.

Actually, were the extra sensory organs even build on the spot, or were they remnants of trying to impress Anon while on tour? It's unclear, but I assume the former because Flood-chan only starts struggling with them in the paragraph in which they're introduced.

It's interesting to see Little Sis panic when confronting the limit of her intelligence, but the shift from panic to despair is a bit jarring. Little Sis is panicking about the aphrodisiac, Big Sis tells her to ignore the aphrodisiac and focus on the paralysis, then Little Sis gets frustrated about a protein and shuts down. Unless the protein was related to the paralysis and not, as I assumed, the aphrodisiac, then Flood-chan just giving up doesn't make sense. Sure, Little Sis could have been too overwhelmed, and her emotions could have affected Big Sis, but it all happens a bit too fast.

The action was good and appropriately reminiscent of Predator. The interaction between Flood-chan and Anon was sweet.

>>368122

elite rape

>>369173

The chances were a million to one, but still, they cum.

>>369173

>>369200

>There are other people on this very board RIGHT NOW who have heard Jeff Wayne's musical version of War of The Worlds

My long lost brothers, where the fuck have you been all this time??

>Martians are actually just lonely girls in need of husbands

>Invade earth

>DOTR finally arrive

>Movie about a man that lives happily with his alien waifu

>War happen

>Forever Autumn starts playing

Just fuck my shit up, fam

>>369202

It's quite honestly one of the greatest adaptations of The War of the Worlds.

Wish I could find the video game.

>>369206

The PS1 game, where you drive potato trucks and tanks around in Britain, shooting tripods and rescuing civilians? If it's that one, my cousin had it he might even still have it, but the cds are old and probably scratched to hell and back.

>>369209

The PS1 game was based on the PC RTS. The RTS was a good intro to the… franchise, maybe? Either way. Both sides were fun to play, the gameplay never really got bogged down in details despite including rudimentary logistics (just like real life, you will never have enough oil), and the music from the musical was remixed for the game (and included in the PS1 game, too).

The UI did take some getting used to, though, since you have to switch map modes to build units, you have to go to the tactical view to build structures, and there were a few gameplay flaws (Lose your command building? Sorry, you lose everything else too!).

If you can get past that though, it's quite fun. I'll never get tired of having a spotter direct upgraded range ironclad fire at an oblivious enemy, sneaking flying machines to the enemy command post to blow their entire base, or just plain massing self propelled guns and going touhou on the martians.

My favorite bit of music was probably the Brave New World remix. Have an embed.

>>369173

>>369200

>>369202

>>369206

>>369209

>>369551

glad I picked today to log onto /monster/. oolaah my friends. Would you rather waifu the tripods themselves or the brainy martians?

>>369560

>oolaah

>log onto

Aren’t underage faggots like you are supposed to be browsing halfchan?

>>363970

Is that how you mouth fuck a holstaur? Asking for a friend.

>>369572

Oolaah is the battlecry of the martians in War of the Worlds. Do your research, faggot.

>>369948

The combination of the antidote and exercise sobers the Flood girl up pretty quickly. Soon she's moving under her own power, although she still seems to be almost painfully aroused. She can't look you in the eye without blushing and every now and then you think you see her surreptitiously fondling herself. With two thirds of your party practically incapacitated by lust you give up on all pretenses of stealth or watchfulness. You simply trudge forward and hope for the best.

Fortunately Lady Luck throws you a bone and you make it to the next pod landing site unmolested. You tell the other two to hang back as you sneak forward. Your senses are on edge. You're convinced you can feel every drop of sweat on your body. Then you hear it. A wet, fleshy sound. It repeats regularly, rhythmically. You look back and the Flood girl gives you a concerned look. That's a sex sound isn't it? Your heart falls as you finally reach the tree line and see what's going on in the clearing the escape pod made when it landed.

The alien woman's figure could only be described as Amazonian. She must be a good six and a half feet tall and her lithe frame is packed with compact muscles. Enormous breasts swing free of a discarded metallic brassiere which, apart from a belted bikini bottom and a few scraps of armor, seems to be the only clothing she wears unless you count the fishnet stockings on her legs and arms. Her smooth gray skin is mottled with dark spots on her sides, especially her hips, and her black hair is bound into a series of thick braids. She's festooned herself with various crude trinkets made of animal parts giving her a barbaric mien. Despite this primitive decoration she obviously has access to advanced technology. There's an energy weapon of some kind mounted one of her pauldrons, her bracers are studded with controls of unknown purpose, and her face is hidden by an almost featureless metal mask.

Worst of all is what she's doing. One of your students lies nude in her lap with his eyes closed. She's using one hand to hold his mouth to her tit where he suckles like a baby. With her other hand she's slowly jacking him off. Based on the amount of semen and vaginal fluids covering their bodies they've been at this for a while. You grip your rifle tightly in anger. Dammit, it isn't fair! She claimed him before you ever even got here! You're in the midst of trying to decide what to do next when the alien woman looks directly at you. You aren't sure how she can look smug while wearing a mask but she manages it. Her masked gaze bores into you as she gradually increases the tempo if her handjob. Your student makes a pitiful mewling noise, shudders, and comes. Still staring at you, the woman picks up her bra and disappears into the jungle with your student.

You see red. She's fucking mocking you! Fuck it, you're gonna shoot that bitch! You step forward but are startled as the Flood girl puts her hand on your shoulder, "Anon. He's with her now."

"No dammit! He's just a kid!"

"I don't approve of their methods but no girl blessed by the Demon Lord can truly take a man against his will. On some level, no matter how deep or hidden, he must have wanted a partner like her."

"Fuck that superstitious bullshit! She's a rapist! Him developing Stockholm Syndrome doesn't change that!"

"X21-B44 actually agrees with you. She doesn't believe in any of that soul mate or mana stuff." the Flood girl looks incredibly sad, "But I don't think that bitch would have let us see her if she thought we could realistically beat her or take him back. We need to focus on the boys we can still protect."

>>369949

That's when you hear it. Muffled shouting coming from the escape pod. You run towards it, the Flood girl and Jason at your heels. Sure enough another one of your students, Tex, is inside. He's been bound, gagged, and blindfolded. He tries to worm away from you at first thinking that you're his captor but you have him loose in a jiffy. His story is about what you expected. After their escape pod landed he and the other boy set up camp. They didn't expect any trouble and assumed the jamming was just the pirates preventing our ship from whistling up the Space Patrol. They were completely shocked when they were hit by a point blank fusillade of the energy bolts we'd seen earlier. The alien must have sneaked right on top of the unsuspecting boys. When Tex came to he was tied up in the escape pod and he could her the alien woman and the other boy going at it outside.

"Although from the sound of it it was mostly that lady havin' her way with him. If you take my meanin', Sir. No idea why she messed with him and left me alone."

The Flood girl looks thoughtful and asks, "Does the idea of your female partner taking control excite you?"

"Not particularly, Ma'am."

The Flood girl seems interested in that but you couldn't care less what makes an alien raider's vagina tingle, "Whatever. You said you were taken completely by surprise but we heard gunfire."

"Wasn't us, Sir. I heard it too while I was tied up. Sounded like it came from a little north of here."

The Flood girl looks at you, "There shouldn't be a pod there but it's within walking distance of a few. Do we head north or check the pod landing sites first?"

You chew your lower lip thoughtfully. Wandering through the jungle hoping to meet someone doesn't seem like it would have much chance of success but if someone is still fighting… "What the heck. Everyone take this opportunity to use the fresher and then let's head north and see what we can find."

You really hope you don't regret this decision.

>>370542

yea, but they are also really big whores in their young years, and don't really love

talked to one who didn't want to date a krogan because they live for as long as Asari do. I think it was something along the lines of "if you don't like a human, you can just stick it out for 100 years" - some asari thot

I always go for tali

>>370544

>>370542

Doesn't exactly help that bioware shoved in tranny shit either.

>Aliens invade Earth

>All of our tech is useless against them

>The aliens incapacitates any and all resistance

>I got captured, along with several other men

>Niggers get fried, jews get gassed, muslims desolved in some red liquid, and chinks are thrown in the trash, and all sorts of other quite horrible methods of elimination

>I'm brought before some commander or something

>She's gorgeous

>Dear god, she's curvy

>She speaks to me

>Telepathic speech

<The secrets of humanity will not be hidden from me, and you-

>She gets this disturbed look on her face

>I was thinking of holding her hands

>Now I'm thinking of dancing with her

>Man, she'd look good in just about anything

>I can kinda imagine what her tits would look like if she wore a sweater

<Nonononono, stop it! Stop thinking such dirty thoughts, human!

>Fuck it, here goes nothing

>I just let my imagination run wild at this point

>Going to the beach with her

>Cuddle in front of a fireplace in some cabin up in the mountains

>Celebrating Christmas with her

>Marriage

>I wonder what our kids would look like

>The commander is curled up in a ball at this point, hiding her face in her hands

>The other ladies in the room seem equally flustered

>One is laying on the floor, clearly masturbating

>I don't even care if they'll kill me after this, at least I'll die with a boner

>But that doesn't happen at all

>Instead, the commander wants to know me better as a person, so we talk a whole lot

>Broker peace between her race and my white race

>Together we purge the earth of fags, furries, kikes and other bad shit

>The aliens help the white race rebuild

>Although a lot of alien girls are now very interested in monogamous romantic relationships with human males

>TFW saved humanity, purged degenerates, and landed myself an alien waifu all at once

>We're currently vacationing on Thobag-UUUU, which I can only describe as a planetwide beach resort

>After dinner, spend some time shitposting on a forum for underwater gaogao cheerleading on the galactic interweb

>Cuddle with my pregnant waifu in bed afterwards

>>370586

>save the white race

>by interbreeding with nonhumans

wat? Also Asians are honorary whites.

>>370587

Chinks are like oriental gypsies that stay in one place. Not all Asians are created equal.

>>370587

>by interbreeding with non-humans

>He wrote this on a board dedicated to fucking pretty much everything from cats, crustacians, machinery to literal sentient goop

While we don't exactly have full authority to say "save the white race", we can at least say we have the white race's best intentions in mind unlike the fucking kikes. And we can trust most monstergirls. You can't trust a nigger.

And besides, only Japanese are seen as honorary whites. Chinks aren't human.

>>376855

Are they

>cute

>loving

>caring

If yes, then by all means.

>>376888

would the iron giant make a alien tech monster girl?

all the porn of the iron giant is about the mom

>>376899

>english behind (((fakku))) paywall

Got a mega anon?

>>376901

It’s all fine, marine. Just check in with the custodes >>363590

>>376903

It's on hentai cafe, dude.

>>376906

>Implying Rick and Morty isn't nightmare fuel with pedophiliac undertones

You do know Rick straight up rapes Morty with a giant seed from a tree shaped like a dick in the first episode, right? The entire series is just an old man raping his nephew.

>>376932

Oh, I completely forgot about that.

>>376932

You mean literally?

>>377025

>>377034

I think you guys are looking too deep into a joke that's just "haha he have to put thing in butt"

>>377111

>wasting JUSTICE trips on defending (((Dan Harmon)))

>>377115

I'm not defending it by pointing out its humor consists of "putting things in someone's butt is funny"

>>369950

why'd you stop?

Time to bump this thread and bring it back from the dead

>>376899

>don't really care that she is probably going to kill me

>I care about her being a slut

>>381161

>>Great Doujin

>>Involves incest with your own daughterus

no contradiction here :^)

>>381187

>father-daughter incest

Bad

>lolicon

There is literally nothing wrong with lolicon

>>381203

That's a funny way of spelling 'everything'

I wonder if an abduction is like a date

>>381288

>not wanting to fuck an alien

this is /monster/ not /xeno/

>>381317

>>>/xeno/

>>>/xen/

which monster would be most fervent in purging the xenos?

>>381320

Kikimoras without question

>>382348

that ain't allowed, mag

furry

>>382350

I don't mind them, but I know the mods don't allow them

just giving you a heads up

>>382352

>half Sanaeaki/"Elite"

My bad, I mean a half Sangheili of course.

>>382354

you know

if we had knees like that we would be able to run faster, jump higher, and they would last longer, and the only drawback would be we wouldn't be able to climb ladders very well

>>376902

sauce?

>>382352

those bean ball things are fucking weird. Who thought up this shit? No wonder there's such ab-yuse

Would mge-effied daleks be tsunderes or yanderes?

>>363702

Space wizards are still dicks.