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Area 69 (Commission Story)
🕑 Added 2019-07-21 06:17:34 +0000 UTCAliens Story to ride high on the Area 51 meme! Please enjoy~
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Groom Lake Research Facility
Area 51, Level 13
September 20th, 2019
5:31 AM PDT
“Alert! Alert! Security Breached!” screamed a frantic voice over the intercom system.
Gina tore down the corridor, footsteps of her friends close behind her. In hot pursuit was another set of footfalls, these ones in combat boots and sounding much heavier. Even still, Gina couldn’t help but laugh.
What started as a meme had quickly descended into the greatest act of espionage ever attempted, and hundreds of the internet’s strangest denizens had somehow made their way into one of the United States’ most secretive installations. For decades, people have wondered what was in the Air Force base known as Area 51. Now, finally, through the power of shitposting, they would get to find out.
They reached a 4-way junction in the corridor. Looking back to see the scowling face of the MP close behind, Gina thought fast.
“Split up!” she said, and dashed down the path to the left. The others in her group obliged, but none went down the hallway she chose. That was fine. She had always been a lone wolf. Hell, it had been her idea to take the air ducts down to the lower levels in the first place!
She pressed herself to a doorframe, waiting to see which direction the ape in a uniform would go. He slapped a billy club like some kind of turn of the century British cop, but Gina was startled when the end of the blunt weapon sparked to life. Some kind of taser club? Well, this was Area 51 after all. She did her best to stay as hidden and as quiet as possible.
“I see your shoes sticking out!” came his deafening bellow. Adrenaline surged once more into Gina’s system. Double Crap!
Taking off at a dead run once more, she could feel the burning of fatigue in her muscles. The walk out to the desert facility, the long climb down the ladder, and playing Cops and Robbers with a bunch of angry military dudes had worn out her battery. If she didn’t stop to recover, she might not have the juice to make it back up to the surface with all her pals. She had to hide!
There were doors down both sides of the corridor. Each turn the hallway took opened up new and exotic options, though each had a red light above the doorframe and a tiny black lock icon on its control pad. The whole facility had been placed into lockdown early into the raid, so opening those rooms was a no go.
She could still tell what was behind each door by the little title cards just below the red light, though the names offered little elaboration.
Element 115 Extraction? Locked.
Social Media Cognitohazards? Locked.
Zeta Reticulan Camoflague? Locked, locked, locked!
She was running out of hope when she spotted one more room off an adjunct corridor. She’d nearly run right by it! The single doorway in the narrow hall had no light on the top, and the keypad looked like it had been busted by an impact. Plastered onto the door’s surface were warning placards like “DANGER” and “CONTAINMENT BREACH” but whatever had locked the door was no longer functioning. Had it shorted out somehow? There was no time to ask questions, not with the MP getting closer and closer. She pushed open the door, right after glimpsing what the plate above the doorway had named the room.
Biological Interface Testing.
The door slammed behind her, leaving her with only a dim fluorescent light on one side of the room for illumination. There were computer consoles galore, all focused around a single glass tube in the centre of the room. Inside the tube, barely visible, was a strange blue fluid that pooled around the bottom.
Gina pressed herself up against the wall next to the door, out of sight if the guard peeked in. She heard the stomping footsteps pause outside the door, followed by a grunt. Much to her horror, she then heard a mechanical locking mechanism slide shut. She suppressed a yelp, still unwilling to get locked up by the military police, but her blood ran cold as the goon retreated down the corridor.
Tugging at the door confirmed her worst fear: the asshole had locked her in. She huffed. There had to be out of here. It was against the fire code to lock someone in a room like this...right? Looking around, there was no hint of a secret vent or a hidden door. There was, however, signs that something had gone terrible wrong in the room. One desk had large chunks melted out of it like it’d suffered an acid spill. Knocked over chairs and even a lost shoe told her that whoever had been inside the room had fled in a hurry. She was in Area 51 after all. Whatever had made hardened scientists or military folks flee had to be scary indeed.
But...all there was to see was some slime. She stepped over to the tube, looking down into the translucent azure puddle. Whatever that had been, it was only goop now. Or perhaps it was just the residue left by something that had been removed...or escaped.
Her next step, she reasoned, was to get one of the computers working. There had to be a way to access the system and maybe unlock the door remotely. Not that she had the hacking skills to do much more than ping a server, but she had to try! While she went between system to system, looking for an operational terminal, she noticed that the tube at the centre of the room was now empty.
“Wha-” was about all she could manage before, to her shock, she saw the blue goo slithering towards her! Slithering was not an accurate description; the means of locomotion was dozens of tiny tendrils gripping the ground and dragging it along. It was utterly unlike anything she’d ever seen…and it was heading straight for her!
She swept her hand around the nearest desk to chuck objects at the approaching threat. A lamp, a stapler, even a coffee mug with the number 51 on it, all passed through the goop harmlessly. And with very little room to run, she soon found herself all but cornered.
Several orifices opened around the goop’s surface. From these holes emitted a pink haze into the air. Whatever this entity was, Gina knew that breathing in that gas couldn’t be good for her. She held her breath, trying to dodge the goop as best she could. But the room slowly filled with gas, and she had to breathe sometime. All that exertion made her lungs burn for more air. Bowing to the inevitable, she gasped for breath.
The moment the pink gas filled her lungs, Gina’s life changed. It was like the lid off of a universe of sensations had been blown clear off. She slid to the floor, overwhelmed by the increase in stimulus. Her eyes fluttered, drool running down the side of her mouth as she tried to get ahold of something, anything, in the chaotic morass that her brain had become. Finally, she found it. She latched onto a singular feeling, the largest and most prominent emotion that she could still recognize.
Arousal.
Once she had a name for it, all the physical sensations fell into place. Her skin became flushed, sweat pouring down the sides of her face. Her clothes were too restrictive, even though it was just a shirt and a pair of jeans. She tore off the former and stuck her hand down the latter. Gina rubbed herself frantically, compelled by the alien overdose of arousal to obey her most primitive desires.
She watched in a daze as the puddle of goo slid over toward her. A moment’s panic was instantly quashed by the power of her lust. Her frigging grew desperate. Juices coated her panties and soaked into her jeans, producing a noticeable stain. It wasn’t enough. No matter how many fingers she shoved inside herself, no matter how fast she played with her throbbing clit, it simply wasn’t enough. Her body craved more stimulation. It couldn’t exist without it any longer.
Thankfully, the entity reached her feet. It grappled onto her left leg, dragging its way along her pants with its strange tentacular form of locomotion. It oozed all over her jeans, something she barely noticed until the fluid began to sizzle and pop on the denim. Momentary fear washed over her at the thought that it was some kind of acid. But as the liquid dripped onto her now exposed skin, there was no pain. It had to be some kind of enzyme that could eat through her clothes but left her flesh unaffected.
Sighing with relief as her now too restrictive clothing disintegrated around her, Gina spread her legs out for the invader. It made quick work of her pants, turning them and her panties into a soft transparent jelly that pooled on the ground underneath them. She was able to see how flushed and drippy her pussy had become. Gina would have been embarrassed to be so transparently needy if she had the brainpower to spare to feel shame.
“Unf. Right here,” she said, spreading her legs wide, “Fuck...inside.”
Whether the alien understood, or this was its plan all along, she soon felt the mass pressing against her folds. She bucked against it, her nervous system a switchboard of blowing fuses and crossed wires. By the time it slid a stiffened tentacle inside her, she had completely given herself over to the idea of mating with this strange creature.
“Yeeees~” was all she could offer in return for the satisfaction of being penetrated. This was what she was on Earth to do after all. Copulation with her betters was the highest form of satisfaction, and she was terribly grateful for the opportunity.
Her gratitude squirted and dripped from her slit as the creature pumped itself inside. More tendrils slid along her body. The tugged and tweaked at her breasts, they squeezed and slurped on her thighs and waist. A long, oozing appendage pushed out toward her mouth and she could think of no better place for it to go but inside her mouth. She gripped it with both hands and pulled it like taffy toward her waiting lips. It got her intentions and obliged, soon treating her throat as it had her vagina.
It didn’t take long for the goo to spurt. Whatever it used for semen basted her insides making her orgasm instantly. She squeezed down hard on the cock-tendril in her pussy but it refused to yield, merely squirting more intoxicating fluid. A similar gout poured down her throat, which she had no choice but to guzzle. The substance corrupted her further, altering her down to the genetic level to be a more adept receiver for the goo’s whims. She could almost feel what it was thinking now.
INTEGRATE, the goo thought, DOMINATE. INSEMINATE.
That was good enough for her! Another round saw her ass taken for the first time. This tentacle felt sooo much bigger than the other two, but the way it stretched her out felt so good. Like she was nothing more than a set of holes for these tentacle dicks to have their way with. They pumped and pounded, spitroasting her while still holding onto her legs, arms, and neck. She was stuck in the goo and could do nothing but be totally and utterly violated, which was coincidentally what she wanted most in the whole wide world. She moaned and squirted and panted and drooled, all encouragement for the ooze to do its depraved work.
Gina collapsed like a rag doll onto the cold metal floor. Fluids oozed from her holes, her mind felt like a spent firecracker. Parts of her higher brain function started to return. She started to remember things outside of the small room. The base. Her exploration. Her life.
Another burst of pink smoke hit her straight in the mouth. She greedily breathed it all in on reflex. The familiar tingle and sensory overload began, but this time she was ready. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, presenting her still-gushing holes to the entity that had her ensnared.
“Cuuuum~” she moaned. The goo was happy to oblige.
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Breach Log - Level 13
Biological Interface Testing Room
During the Breach Event, a civilian made it inside the examination and experimentation room for the Plejaren Biological Interface recovered from Site 22. Unlike all the testing candidates, the wayward intruder bonded with a 96% sync rate. Though the Interface continues to interface with her repeatedly, many times a day, it has yet to offer any substantive communication. Both the host and the PBI will be moved to Dulce, where they will be monitored and kept healthy while we test and determine if use of the Interface is possible.
One person who will be pleased by this turn of events is the civilian. She’s been interfaced for three straight days now and hasn’t stopped begging for more.
