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The Puppetmaster
🕑 Added 2021-08-07 12:45:47 +0000 UTCDuring a mission with Shepard, a cave-in separates Samara from her team. Navigating the old abandoned tunnels she's trapped inside, the Justicar stumbles into a hive of tentacle creatures that swiftly decide the beautiful asari will be a much better home than it's current pool.
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A high, piercing squealing sound greeted Samara as she awoke, her head aching and her ears ringing. Piercing blue eyes opened and a low groan passed her lips, her hazy vision slowly sharpening. The cave had collapsed, that much was obvious immediately. Rocks and the crumpled remains of a steel support in a slide before her face, just an inch from her outstretched fingers.
She picked herself up and brushed her hands off on her suit, swallowing as she realised just how close she’d come to losing a hand in the avalanche of stone. Dust and chipped rock scattered off her as she stood, a fair amount falling down into the deep valley of her cleavage. She sighed, that was going to be very uncomfortable.
“Shepard?” she called, tapping her omni-tool. “Commander Shepard?”
“S… m…ra?”
The justicar pursed her lips and adjusted the settings of her comms, managing to get a somewhat legible connection. “Commander Shepard, are you alright?”
“Samara, thank god.” Shepard’s voice said, distant and tinny thanks to the lousy connection. “Are you hurt?”
“I am unharmed.” Samara nodded, “Are the others with you?”
“Yeah, we’re all here. Miranda’s leg was caught by some of the debris, we’ve got to get her to the Normandy for medical attention. Can you see any way out?”
Samara glanced around, there was a faint blue glow down the unobstructed path of the tunnel. “I believe I can. Attend to Operative Lawson, I will attempt to make my way to the surface and contact you.”
“Don’t take any risks.” Shepard said, tone full of concern. “We can’t reach you, if you get hurt we won’t be able to do anything until we clear the path.”
“I understand.” Samara smiled slightly. “I appreciate your concern. Hopefully I will contact you soon.”
The comm cut and Samara sighed one last time, brushing off her shoulder before marching towards the blue light.
Making her way through the darkness of the tunnel was made easier by the remaining glowing lights of the shaft as well as the growing glow around the corner, but still Samara kept her hand raised, tracing the roof of the tunnel to keep herself from hitting her head.
She raised a brow as she rounded the corner and saw the source of the glow. The walls of the tunnel were saturated with some form of glowing blue substance, winding in and out of the stone like a vein of ore, yet pulsing and moving ever so slightly as Samara watched.
The glow seemed to emanate from whatever was within the rocks, but a strange liquid both seeping from the walls and collecting in pools on the floor, shone gently with the same ethereal blue light.
Samara pursed her lips, her suit’s Geiger counter noted no radiation, so it seemed whatever the substance was, it was simply some form of bioluminescence that made it glow.
She crouched down and gave a pool a quick scan, wincing as she felt the chips of stone in her cleavage grate against her skin. She huffed impatiently and stood up again, tugging her suit down and freeing the plump blue orbs of her breasts. The cool cave air was quite pleasant on her bare skin, as was the lack of dust and stone as she shook herself clean.
“Ah!”
An involuntary gasp burst from Samara’s lips as something cold and wet splattered onto her chest. She glanced down, seeing a small droplet of the glowing liquid resting innocently on her breast, beginning to ooze slowly down the curve of her bust. She sighed and brushed it away, only for a second cold droplet to land on her scalp.
She shivered with disgust and swiped at her head, glancing up with annoyance only to freeze.
A long, blue, glowing tendril hung above her like a stalactite, oozing the bioluminescent goo as it swayed in place. It looked to be made of the same substance as infested the stone of the tunnel, a curiously organic material that’s glow gently pulsed in a curious manner.
Samara swallowed and took a step to the side, the tendril followed her movement, coiled slightly, and then darted towards her.
The Justicar’s gasp of shock was her demise.
Even as her hands rose, biotic light burning around her fingers, the tendril stabbed downwards past her open lips and into her mouth.
“Gwuhgh.” Samara managed to choke, hands flying to her throat as the tentacle pressed into her, its glowing goo smearing over her lips and fingers as she twitched and grabbed at it. As the Justicar gurgled with horror and tried to grasp the slithering end of the tendril, the walls of the cave pulsed approvingly.
Samara retched as the tentacle vanished down her throat, falling to her knees and wheezing for breath. The taste of the creature’s slime was sickly sweet and made her lips feel cold like mint, she coughed and wiped her mouth, chest heaving with ragged breaths.
“G… goddess.” She managed to groan, pressing her palm to her stomach where the heavy weight of the creature was resting. “Wh… what kind of vile beast… gh… ghuu!” she gasped with pain as the tentacle twisted inside her gut, her toned belly swelling as it pressed to the inside of her stomach.
“Ah! G… Goddess no!” Samara sobbed, reaching out to steady herself with one hand as the other pushed desperately against the bulge as if trying to crush the creature inside her. she heaved again, eyes open wide in horror as the heavy weight in her belly began to coil and slither back the way it had come. “No… no… g… goddess have mercy… gh… huu… ghulk!”
Samara convulsed as the tentacle pushed its way up her throat, stretching her elegant neck as it wriggled upwards, finally bursting from her lips with a wet burble of disgust from its unfortunate prey.
The Justicar wheezed, fighting just to stay upright as she stared at the swaying tip of the tendril as it stuck from her gaping mouth. Slime oozed from Samara’s lips, dripping viscously down onto her heaving breasts as she knelt and trembled helplessly. Every breath came scented with the sweetness of the creature, every gulp of air bringing just as much honey-thick liquid sliding into her belly.
Samara whined, bubbles of spit blossoming on her lips as, to her horror, the tentacle split down the middle, each pointed end turning to point straight back at her. For a horrible moment the justicar thought they were about to press into her eyes, in a few moments she would wish they had, it would have at least been a quick end.
Instead, each end of the tentacles slithered over her face, leaving their slime glistening on her flesh, before they pressed their way into her nose, one in each nostril. Samara gurgled weakly, spots dancing in front of her eyes as the tendril blocked her airway. A hand rose to grab at the beast, but it was already too late.
There was a popping sound in Samara’s ears and a sudden wave of vertigo that sent Samara toppling to the ground. The Justicar’s pale eyes crossed as she lay motionless, the tapered ends of three tentacles vanishing back within her body.
A moment of nothing passed and Samara lay unmoving until her entire body gave a sharp jerk. The justicar drew in a rattling breath and rolled onto her side. Her eyes made the journey back to looking forwards independently, each icy blue orb slowly rolling about until they matched.
Samara rolled again, a low coo passing her lips as her bare breasts pressed to the slick cave floor. It was an odd sound, one of confusion and surprise, one pleasantly pleased by the new sensations of sensitive flesh on cool, hard stone. A hand rose and reached forwards, taking hold of the edge of the nearest pool before hauling the justicar forwards. More noises emanated from Samara as she inched across the floor, small grunts of effort and curious mews marking her progress until her fingers brushed the surface of the pool.
A small “Ghee” of delight came from Samara as she beamed and began to kick with her legs, crawling faster until her voluptuous body slipped into the liquid. Her breasts went first, each huge blue udder sinking into the goo and rousing a giggle of glee from Samara just in time for her face to hit the surface, the poor asari inhaling much of the liquid as she overbalanced and fell in, mouth open. A fat, heart-shaped rump and a pair of shapely legs sank and then there was nothing.
The pool rippled for a moment and then was still.
What was left of Justicar Samara watched in horror as tentacles beyond counting emerged from the murky depths of the pool, swimming towards her and rubbing to her helpless body curiously. The creature within her opened her mouth, and the tendrils understood. In an instant the curious, cautious poking transformed into hungry, determined pushing from all sides.
More tentacles pressed between her lips, others into her nostrils, the tendrils coiled around her head and found her ears, swiftly penetrating them as well. Samara didn’t move as the beasts wormed inside her skull to join the tentacles already insinuating themselves into her brain.
As Samara’s head was entirely wrapped the tentacles sought new flesh to invade, sliding over her body in search of new homes. Arms and legs were pulled at curiously, Samara’s limbs tugged as wide as they would go and coiled around by the exploring tendrils. The famously impervious suit of the justicar sizzled and began to disintegrate in the liquid, flakes of crimson and gold sinking away and being scattered by the tentacles as they swarmed.
It took less than a second for Samara’s azure to be discovered and defiled, the first tentacle drove deep into her, the next thirty fought bitterly to join it. One slipped as it stabbed to join its brethren and instead found an entirely new target, pressing into the tight warm confines of Samara’s pucker and burying itself as deep as it could immediately.
Samara screamed within her head as the tentacles began to take their places inside her, rooting themselves to the warm, wet caverns of her body and beginning to link to one another. In a matter of minutes, hundreds of independent young creatures ruled and governed by instinct developed and evolved into a single entity, something strong, smarter, and more inclined to put its host to good use.
Samara whimpered suddenly as she regained control of her body, choking on the thick blue liquid filling her mouth and clawing her way to the surface. The goo clung to her naked body as she hauled herself onto dry land, pouring off her ample curves and oozing from her conquered holes as she fell to the ground with a wet splat.
A few lingering tentacles wriggled their way inside her winking asshole, and she let out a low, guttural sob. “G… Goddess… have mercy… kill me now…”
Control vanished as soon as it had returned, and Samara went limp. Slowly, her arms reached out and found purchase on the floor, lifting her body up until she was kneeling. “Ghhh…. Hoooo… dhheeesh.” She slurred, head lolling on her shoulders as she spoke. “Ghhodhessh.”
Samara realised with horror that whatever new creature infested her body was learning, first to move as she crawled from the pool, and now to speak, clumsily mimicking her now… but soon perfectly.
“Goddess.” Samara smiled brightly, before adopting a petulant scowl. “Goddess.” She repeated.
Whatever it was, the creature appeared to be enjoying experimenting with her facial expressions.
“Goddess have mercy, kill me now.” she said, tasting the words as they passed her tongue.
“Goddess.”
“Goooodesssssss.”
Samara wished she could stop herself, but the beast was in control. It moved her like a puppet, its tendrils embedded into her very brain. She felt the coolness of the slime permeate her entire body, tasted the sweetness of its flesh on her tongue, heard the soft slithering of its tendrils inside her, and yet she could do nothing.
“Samara.”
Samara would have gasped, if she’d had control of her mouth.
She felt herself smile.
“Hello, I am Samara.”
“Good evening, I am Justicar Samara, it is a pleasure to meet you.”
The thing had her brain, now it had her memory.
“Commander Shepard.” She felt herself purr. “SSV Normandy.”
No.
Goddess no.
“Commander, would you please join me in my room, I have something to discuss with you.” the thing that was inside her smiled. Samara would have sobbed if she could.
“Yesssss, thisss will do nicely.”
The words hissed into Samara’s ears as if their speaker’s lips were about to brush her flesh. The voice was her own, but horribly alien. There was none of Samara’s calm in its tone, none of her patience or thoughtfulness, just hunger and cruelty and need.
“Sssamara.”
The voice was soft and sultry, seductively gentle, and Samara felt an unwanted thrill run through her helpless body.
With so much effort it almost hurt; Samara forced herself to speak. “S… stop… this… now!”
“No.”
“Release… me!” Samara gasped, pushing the words from her lips, wheezing for breath as she felt the creature’s tendrils slither throughout her skull. “Or… I will… kill… us… both!” She brought her hands upwards, entire body shaking with the effort it took to move them even a little. Her fingers trembled, and slowly began to glow blue, a thin trickle of purple blood oozed from Samara’s nostril.
“No.” The creature spoke again. Samara sobbed as all her strength faded and her body went limp. She slumped like a ragdoll, falling backwards at the knees and crumpling into a heap on the floor. “Don’t kill usssss. Don’t wassssste thisss. Thissss issss good.”
“No” Samara whimpered silently, her voice sounded so small and pathetic even within her own head, barely a whisper compared to the sultry purring of the creature.
“Thisss isss good.” The creature insisted. “Doesn’t usssss feel good?”
Pleasure bloomed between Samara’s legs, hot and wet and sticky, growing with each moment even as the broken justicar lay and stared blankly at the ceiling. Samara could feel her cheeks burning, feel her nipples ache and stand to attention in the cool cave air. Saliva built under her tongue and her ragged breaths became all the more laboured.
“Stop.” she pleaded. “Please.”
“Doesn’t usss feel good?” The creature insisted. “Doesn’t usss feel right?”
“No.” Samara lied, wishing her could move her body even a little, that she could spread her thighs to expose her burning womanhood to the cold, soothing air of the cave, that she could open her mouth and drink in the rich, sweet air her body craved.
Her chest heaved, massive breasts rising and falling with each shallow gasp she made, but she needed more air… needed to fill her lungs with the coolness of the cave to quell the burning heat inside her body.
“We know you feel good, ssssamara.” The voice breathed. “We know you… insssside and out. You’re part of ussssss.”
“N… no.” Samara cried.
“We love you, ssssamara. We love usssssss.”
“No!”
“You’re a drop in our ocean, ssssamara. Your thoughtssss and dreamsss and memoriessssss… they’re all a part of usssssss.” The voice cooed. “Don’t fight ussss, don’t make usss drown you. Relax, let go… sssssink into usss, we can all be one, all of usss and all of you.”
Samara could feel herself melting even as she cried out, the very last of her resistance echoing around the inside of her head as the warm, comforting pleasure of the creature’s mind welcomed her.
She was lying in a pool that was the creature, her naked body bathed and caressed by its embrace. She could feel what it felt, hear its thoughts, the thoughts of every lucky soul who had ever fallen into its arms and become a part of it. It felt warm and right, like slipping into a perfect bath.
Samara let out a small, meek gasp as the echo of her voice faded away. Her body slipped beneath the surface of the pool and began to dissolve, her being fading and flowing to become a piece of the creature, indistinguishable from any other part of it.
The last thing to go was Samara’s face, smiling with lazy, contented bliss before it sank beneath the surface and melted away.
Samara’s face split into a happy grin as she slowly sat up, body still limp as the creature grew used to puppeteering its new vessel. The part of it that had once been Samara would teach it to be like her, but for now it was happy simply to explore itself.
“We feel… right.” It sighed, head lolling forwards as Samara’s back straightened. “All of usssss together.”
Slowly, clumsily, the creature brought its hands to its face, feeling the contours of Samara’s features with its new, slender fingers.
“Ouch.” It said, as one of the fingers jabbed a glassy blue eye.
“Ssssoft.” It continued, tracing the plush blue pillow of Samara’s lower lip, gently teasing them open and sucking thoughtfully on a digit. “Ssssso very sssoft… and hot.”
A curious groan passed it and it opened its thighs, crooning as the gentle breeze of the cave brushed against its sopping petals. “Wet and warm… feelssss like home.” It moved its arm outwards and wiggled its fingers, quickly getting used to operating its new puppet now Samara’s consciousness had been diluted across its own, fading away into a warm, contented oblivion.
A croon passed its lips as slender blue fingers brushed delicately against its sex. Pleased by the wonderful new sensations, its grin only widened. “Like it wassss made for usssss.”
With a quiet grunt, the creature rolled over onto its hands and knees, shuffling awkwardly over the cave floor before adopting a slightly more elegant crawl. It smiled at its reflection in the pearlescent surface of a wide, deep pool of liquid, admiring its new features before ducking its head to the pool and drinking deeply.
Bioluminescent goo shone slightly through the creature’s throat as it greedily feasted on the protein-rich soup that sustained it and its kin. Samara’s body was a perfect vessel, but even with how warm and wet the inside of the Asari’s body was, the creature still needed something to eat.
As the creature drank, the disturbance to the pool drew the attention of its young siblings, all the tentacles too small and weak to press their way into Samara’s flesh and coalesce into the full adult creature that now rode the once proud Justicar’s body.
The creature paused its feast and smiled as one of the young tendrils broke the surface, reaching out towards it, eager to join the collective. “No.” it spoke tenderly, already viewing what had been its sibling as its own young now that it had fully matured. “No more room in ussss for you little thingsss.
More tentacles swam to the surface, most only inches long, the oldest and most developed around the sizes of snakes whilst the smallest were barely larger than earthworms. The creature pursed its lips thoughtfully and sat up. It licked its lips of glowing goo as it thought, smiling as a plan formed in its mind.
“Ssss V Normandy.” It hummed. “Sssso many people… ssso many new friends to join usssss.”
Its smile widened and it dipped its hands into the pool, bringing one of its young up out of the liquid and gently stroking its pulsing body. “Sssshepard and all her friendssss… ssssoft and warm and wet. Humanssss and assssari and Quarianssss… sssooo comfortable to ride.”
“But how to bring you?” it mused, “And how to ssssneak usss aboard?”
One of Samara’s brows raised and the creature twisted her lips into a wicked smile. “Sssso much wasted ssspace in thissss body.” She raised her hands up to its mouth and gently tipped the young creature into her maw. The poor little thing was confused for a moment before coiling and wriggling its way down Samara’s throat, taking a quick exploratory lap of the Justicar’s stomach before settling into its new home.
“My, that feelssss… nicccce.” The creature moaned, lashes fluttering. A hand wandered over Samara’s naked flesh, squeezing a plump tit and caressing the smooth, toned curve of her belly. It stood and purred, licking Samara’s lips before sighing. A long blue leg slipped into the pool, followed quickly by the next.
The creature sat comfortably at the edge of the pool, wiggling her toes into the glowing goo, stirring up the little creatures and cooing encouragingly to them. She parted her thighs and rubbed at the purple slit of Samara’s cunt, a grin spreading over its lips as its younger kin began to swarm.
“Yesss, little onesss.” It gasped as one thick, pulsing tendril stabbed forwards and burrowed into the sopping mound of Samara’s womanhood. The husk of the Justicar let out a rattling groan as the wriggling end of the tentacle vanished inside her, only to be followed by another, and another, until the surface of the blue pool was boiling with activity.
Samara’s eyes rolled as the creature was put through more pleasure than its mind was capable of comprehending. New sensations overwhelmed the poor thing, and it quite lost control, trembling and falling limply into the eager grasp of its swarming kin. Hisses and squeals and keening mews poured from Samara’s lips just as the thick blue ooze slid from her defiled holes.
The creature smiled happily, feeling dozens and then hundreds of the younger tentacles force their way inside its new vessel. It could feel the soft flesh of Samara’s body stretching to accommodate the spawnling tendrils, fortunately the asari’s body had plenty of space, in fact, there was even more space to be made now that the creature better understood its host.
The ancient asari would not need to eat anymore, not now that her body would be maintained by the creature itself. The thick soup of bioluminescent goo was both home and food to its kind, secreted from their own skin once they fully matured. The creature could happily spend an eternity in Samara’s body, keeping her fresh and healthy from the inside. That made her entire digestive system a suitable home, ready to be repurposed into just another breeding pit.
Samara’s muscles wouldn’t be of much use others, at least those used for moving her about, the creature could quite easily puppeteer her itself. The muscles used for speaking and manipulating her face would be useful, as would the ones of her fingers and toes. The creature would keep enough for it to blend in with the rest of the Normandy’s crew, the rest would be food.
“Oh.” The creature gasped as one of the eldest of the tendrils surfaced from the pool, longer and thicker than all the rest, almost fully mature. It coiled and pressed insistently against her opening. It was much broader than all the others, it would be a struggle to take it inside. “Ssssslowly.” She groaned as pain joined the pleasure of the writhing breasts sharing its vessel.
The tentacle jerked impatiently and split, the halves of its head becoming two smaller tendrils and returning to pressing against Samara’s leaking cunt and gaping asshole. The creature mewed as it was penetrated once more, and stroked Samara’s belly with a palm. Every second gave it more control, and as the two tentacles wormed deep inside its welcoming holes, it lifted itself up with a newfound elegance.
“Patience.” It whispered, carefully squeezing its thrashing end and keeping it snug inside her. The point the two heads of the struggling tentacle joined bumped at the flesh between Samara’s cunt and asshole before slowly splitting completely. The creature gasped as both newly parted ends of the creature vanished inside her. It patted its stomach fondly, feeling the squirming of its passengers just beneath the flesh. “Thatssss it. Home Sssssweet home.”
It smiled and brushed its hands over its breasts, fingers toying with Samara’s nipples curiously before it sighed and straightened its back.
The creature raised its leg and stepped into the pool in front of it, vanishing into its glowing depths with only a quiet splash and a rippling surface to mark her disappearance. In the warmth and the wetness, it gently sang to the youngest and weakest of its kin, calling it to join the family in their new home. The shimmering pearlescent goo soothed the old Asari’s body, making it so much more flexible and welcoming.
As the hundreds of tiny tentacles approached, the creature opened itself to them happily. Tendrils poured into Samara’s open mouth, coiled up through her nostrils, burrowed deep into her ears. They congregated at the plump, well-stretched caverns of the Justicar’s cunt and pucker, sliding into her once-sacred spaces with ease.
Samara’s breasts, once firm and full, were hollowed by the creature, their mass consumed with ease. Her nipples opened like tiny mouths, greeting the swarming litters of tentacles just as every other one of the asari’s holes had. Before long, Samara’s breasts were just more broodpits, larger and softer than before, full to the brim with glowing slime and young creatures happily settling into their new wombs.
In the murky blue bottom of the pool, the creature sat and sighed happily. It would surface later, once Samara’s friends came to look for her, until then, it was content to bathe and feel the wonderful pleasure of its sweet young brood wriggling inside it.
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Shepard blew out a quiet sigh of relief as the door separating her section of the mineshaft and Samara’s slid open, and the justicar was revealed. Jane was so glad to see the asari wasn’t hurt, it took her a moment to notice that the Asari’s usual suit was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Samara was squeezed into an old scientist’s uniform, the same kind of sleek grey and green jumpsuit that Exogeni had used to have standard. It was several sizes too small for her, squeezing against her voluptuous curves snugly, creaking as she stepped forwards. It must have hurt to be trapped in clothes that small, but Samara didn’t seem to notice.
“Commander, I am glad to see you.” Samara smiled, walking up to her and bowing her head. “How is Operative Lawson?”
“She’s fine, Doctor Chakwas will have her back on her feet in no time.” Shepard said slowly, looking the asari up and down. Something was off about her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe it was just the strange clothes. “Are you alright?”
“I am fine.” Samara nodded. “My suit was badly damaged in the fall; I am afraid it was unsalvageable. Luckily, I was able to find this in a storage locker, it appears that one of Exogeni’s scientists left it behind when they abandoned the mines.”
“You didn’t see anything in there, did you?” Shepard winced, looking at the dark tunnel behind samara. “The reports EDI managed to get hold of mentioned that this site was evacuated because of some kind of hostile animal.”
“No, I saw nothing of the sort.”
Samara smiled as she stepped past Shepard, hips swaying and breasts bobbing in a way that was oddly captivating to the redhead. Samara had always been gorgeous, but now… there was something alluring about her, something that made Shepard’s cheeks flush. “We should get going then, before anything does show up.” She said, clearing her throat and quickly ushering Samara back down the short tunnel to the opening.
“Of course.” Samara smiled, stepping inside the shuttle that would take both her and Shepard back up to the Normandy. “Oh, and commander? I wondered if I might have a moment of your time this evening. It occurred to me that for all our talks, I know very little about you.”
“Sure, I’d like that.”
Samara’s smile widened, and it seemed for an instant that a faint blue glow shone from beneath her skin.
“Sssso would I.”
