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Zydekker (SciFi MM MF FF tg NC (rape))
By Egress

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   The chanting began again, but this time there was something wrong.  For five days the mages had kept us safe, far longer than we had expected them to be needed.
   It was 3 days travel to the outpost, 3 days in the unsafe wilds where the Zydekker reigned.  The mages would weave their spells to keep us hidden as we traveled on horseback, but the open walls of the fort told us of the troubles ahead.
   I drew my sword before entering the destroyed fort.  The first few we met were women, pregnant with their Zydekker brood.  As they cried out in pain for mercy we gave it to them; a Zydekker baby eats its brood-mother from inside, killing her in the most painful way before it attacks the world it has entered.  It has become the terrible job of the discoverer to have to kill such unfortunate ones.
   Farther in was a bloody fight as I cut the heads off of two of the evil animals, their claws cutting deep scars in the floor as they thrash in mortal agony.
   A Zydekker two strong but spindly arms that come from its flat body.  The magical creatures are transparent save for the yellow claws on their three fingered hands and the bulb at the top of their terrible foot-long phalluses.  Their claws have a poison in them that slows their foes, leaving the women open to seeding and the men unable to defend themselves.  Their long manes flash blue and purple in the daylight.  They're quick too.  I've seen them circle around a woman quick as a blink and lift her like I would a child before lowering her on that damn phallus of theirs.  I can only hope for her sake that I killed it in time.
   We cleared the structure of the remaining creatures, but it was too badly damaged to protect us.  The next morning, pursued by the flock of Zydekker, we made a break for home.
   That was two days ago.
   The mages haven't been able to sleep for over half a week now.  Exhausted from the effort of maintaining a shield all day and night, one faltered.  No one knows who it was that made the mistake, but the shattering spell drew them to us like moths to the flame.
   I was able to take out the first wave with the help of my four men-at-arms, and we easily routed the second wave as well.  As the battles began to spill into each other they took out the mages one by one, viciously tearing them apart or covering them as the mages screamed..
   One backed Tom into a tree and nearly knocked the sword from his grasp.  Then another stung Caylin with his claws as I beheaded Tom's captor.
   I dodged as one came at me, my sword singing as it sliced through its thick torso.  I cut the legs from under a second as it feinted right.  Then long arms grabbed my shoulders from around a tree, the sharp claws biting into my shoulders as the fast poison left me leaning back against the tree, dazed and wondering why I was still breathing.
   Slowly the sounds of battle and the moans of the dying quieted and all was silent.  Three of us remained; guards all, big men captured like flies, wondering when our wings would be pulled off.  Tom was laying on the ground with a large creature above him.  Caylin was standing, but only because another creature was holding him up.  I was leaning against a tree, the creature beside me, his palm pressing my chest to the tree.
   A large Zydekker entered the clearing and approached us.  "Yess," it said in their harsh language, "Thesse will do.  Proceed."
   The sharp claws quickly reduced our tabbards and trews to rags, leaving us naked.
   "What are you doing, you stupid bastards?" cried out Tom.  "We're males, not females!  You can't stick your filthy brood-worms inside of us."
   "True," said the one holding him.  "We breed the females.  We turn the males."
   "Turn?" he gasped in astonishment.  "What do you think we can be turned into?  Spies?"
   "In a manner of speaking."
   Our clothes now laying in tatters around us, they began.
   Tom grunted as the creature flipped him over and lay down on his back.  The monster's transparent blue phallus was nearly a foot long with a bulb an inch from the point.  It grasped the long rod in a three-fingered fist and pressed it between his ass-cheeks.  Tom groaned as the creature sank into him, then rolled over with Tom impaled on him so that Tom lay on his side facing us.
   Caylin is nearly as tall as myself, though stick thin.  The creature lifted him like he was a rag doll, and Caylin's muscular legs kicked out as he restrained a cry.  The creature's phallus flashed beneath him as it invaded his vitals.  
   The creature that had poisoned me sat with its back to the tree and pulled me onto its lap.  A spiked stab at my own ass followed and I watched my own legs bounce as the thin tip pressed into my anus before greasily slipping inside.  I sat on the ball just below the tip for a moment before my muscles relented and with a gargled grunt I felt it open me and make its way inside.  I slid slowly down the thick stem to land in its lap, its skin a weird texture against my back, smooth but sticky, pulling at my skin.
   A voice whispered in my ear, "It iss good, your tasste.  Have your malenessss, I will."
   A leathery hand grasped my penis, which I'm embarrassed to say was hard.  Looking around I could see we all were.  Caylin was already bucking as he was masturbated by the monster behind him.
   "Why?" I asked.
   "See what happenesss?" it asked.  I watched as Caylin shivered and came, the long arcs of cum shooting several feet from him.  "Noooooo" he cried as the insect beneath him pulsed blue and grew slightly.
   I was breathing harder as the sliding hand became slick with my pre-cum.  "So you take our energy from us?  Is that how you kill us?"
   "No.  Watch.  You will sssee."
   Tom stiffened as he came.  The creature laying behind him pulsed blue like the last one had.  But it wasn't the creature that grew, it was Tom that shrank by about four inches.
   "We take your malenesss."
   I looked at Caylin, still suspended on the thing's prong like a marionette, his own dick still somewhat hard and being stroked.  I looked at my own prick through the lightning flashes of the creature's translucent hand, then back to Calyn's.  Calyn's was still hard, just shorter than I thought it had been.  Oh Lords of Keel, it IS taking his maleness.  It's absorbing what makes us men!
   The thing under me sped his pace.  I groaned as I fought against the effects of his relentless hand.  Then he began to bounce me slightly and his prick rubbed against my prostate.
   "No," I groaned as my toes began to curl.  "No!" and he sped up as the cum built in my balls.  "Nooooooooo!!!  Ungh!  Ungh!"  I screamed as I came.  Along with the sweet euphoria of orgasm came a draining redness that glowed before my eyes and a draining feeling as my whole body shrank as I came, and as the monster stole my energy and size.  I looked down through his translucent hand to see my dick, still iron hard, but shrinking by an inch or more.
   I cursed the fates.  I cursed their magic, but most of all I cursed their poison that left me unable to fight, or even so much as struggle against these evil things.
   "It iss going quickly with the thin one," it hissed in my ear.  I looked over at Calyn to see him cum a second time, his teeth gritted and neck straining.
   The physical effects were pronounced this time as his waist shrank more than his hips, and the coarse hair on his body became finer.  He groaned as the massive creature behind him began walking around, bouncing him about in front of him as the other Zydekker laughed.  I cursed him and asked him what was so funny.
   "His ssomnther is deep in that one, sucking at his soul, yet the human dances," the creature said.
   "Somnther?  You mean his dick?"
   "No.  You humanss can only give with your puny dicksses.  A ssomnther takes as well as gives."
   I watched in horror as the one behind Tim thrust into him as the poor man came again, his semen splashing on the ground as he lost height and width, but gained in other places.  His massive pecs shrank slightly, but also began to take the softer shape of breasts.
   "When your ssmall body gives its life for seeding, it opens itss maleness.  The ssomnther drinks the energy and takess it from you, leaving you like soft little girlss!"
   The monster reached across my body to rub my nipples, which were more sensitive than before.  He pinched and fondled them without slowing his strokes.  My body was giving in to his assault.  I tried to fight but only found my anus tightening on his thing as it invaded my ass.  I heard myself making noises in time with his strokes.
   I grunted each time his slick, leathery fingers pulled at my cock.  Calyn was moaning as well, and looking up I could see both of the Zydekker's hands on his crotch as he moaned.  It looked like he was kicking at his captor as he shook on that terrible pole as the creature pulled the life from him through his dick.  Together we grunted and his eyes met mine as I called out in undesired ecstasy.
   The creature stroked him with its palm as the other hand slid along his scrotum.  The creature behind me copied the motions and my eyes snapped back to Calyn's.  The lust dripped from him as he shook.  I couldn't look away as he said in a startled voice, "I... I've... I've got to cum!"
  He froze, and with small yips he came just before I did.  My eyes were still locked on his as our energies flowed out of us to feed the monsters behind.
   Calyn's body sagged like a limp rag-doll as he came.  His face softened and his sharp chin receded a bit.  His cheeks became more feminine as I watched in horror, moving subtly under the skin. 
   The juices rocketed from my own loins and I knew I was changing.  I wondered what I would look like, what I would do.
   Calyn quieted down now, moaning in a continuous, but quiet way.  His long hair, just above his shoulders yesterday, was nearly down his back.  When his head slipped to the side and his hair fell away, I saw that he now had small breasts, perhaps the size of half-apples.  
   "Nearly finished, that one iss," said the monster behind me.  "Much stronger are you.  More to tasste!"
   "I can't believe you did this to us."
   "Jusst wait.  When broken you are, you will want everything for uss!"
   "What?"  I remembered him saying something about spies.
   "You will not really be girlss; if you were, we could do a seeding.  But we taste your will last of all, your will and your soul.  Once we eat it, you will do as we tell you."
   "My will?"
   "Yess.  Watch that one."
   Calyn's eyes were drifted mostly closed.  He shook as his body flailed around.  I could see milky liquid dripping off of his captor's hand, a hand that thrust into him (her?) more than stroked him.  Looking through the transparent hand I saw his scrotum had pulled tightly against his body and the creature was thrusting two thick fingers into a cavity that didn't exist on a man.  His penis was either gone or had shrunk to be a slightly large clitoris that the creature was slipping its fingers on.
   The monster lowered my gasping friend to the ground, where he kneeled.  His head hung forwards, long hair swaying as he rested on unstable arms.
   "Here comess the breaking," said the beast behind me.
   The Zydekker released Calyn's groin and held his hips.  Slowly he began to withdraw his ssomnther, pulling back an inch, then re-inserting.  Back two inches, then back in.  Three.  Four.
   Calyn's head came up, but he was beyond seeing.  His breath came in gasps as he stared, all eyesight focused within.
   Then the Zydekker pulled out of him with a grunt and thrust itself into Calyn's new vagina.  Calyn screamed, then collapsed, falling off of the creature's shaft, which was glowing a white and pink color.
   "There is the power of your sister's will.  See it sparkle as it travels up my brother's ssomnther?  If you cut it off of him and put it back in your sister, she will at least have her will to fight against us."
   "Go ahead and help her," it taunted me.  I could move no major muscle group on my own.
   "It's almosst inside my brother now.  Won't you even lift your hand to help her?"  I strained with all my might, but could do little more than raise my fingers in his/her direction.
   "Almosst gone... and now... gone," he said as the brightness entered the creature's body, flared a last time, and went out.  The big creature sighed and sat down, stroking its belly like it had eaten a big dinner.
   Tim groaned in the background as he came again.  I couldn't bear to look in his direction.
   "Come here, young one," called the beast behind me.  Calyn lifted herself and wearily turned on her knees to face it.  
   "That'ss it.  Come here."
   Calyn crawled over to us and looked at the beast.
   "This one didn't help you when your will was eaten by my brother.  Help him to the same fate.  Suck his cock and cunt until his mind is no more."
   Calyn, my brother-in-arms, friend of so many years, and now somehow a dominated woman, leaned forwards.
   "No!" I cried.  "No!" as her lips surrounded my manhood, softly slipping along my reduced length.  I watched my dick swell as her lips slipped forwards, swallowing me, her tongue running around my sensitive head as the Zydekker teased my nipples, molding the small but growing breasts.  Up and down Calyn pumped her head, her soft hair teasing my inner thighs.  I groaned as she sucked and licked me, one warm hand holding my now tiny balls against my body, pulling and pressing me in turns, intensifying the dominating feel of the prong in my ass, the siphon that was pulling all of me out of myself and turning me into a woman.  Less, than that, the Zydekker had said; a soulless toy.
   I fought.  I tried not to cum, but all I could see was the head of a pretty blond girl bobbing on my cock as nerve after nerve fired, ripping my sanity apart until with curled toes I filled her mouth with my cream.  Yet unlike the last time, the cum kept coming.  I felt my balls withdraw from the pressure of her hand, almost like they melted and shot down her throat.
   My breasts grew to fill his hands as I watched them, my body jerking with the unexpected continued orgasm.  The clawed hands pinched the sensitive nipples and I nearly screamed as my orgasm shot onwards, only slowing when Calyn sat up for a moment as my penis slid from her mouth.
   "You are closse now," it whispered in my ear.  "Almost a girl.  You can not win.  Let it happen."
   Calyn re-attached herself to me, sucking and licking me, her tongue slipping between where my balls had been to fill a slit that had newly opened.  Between her deep licks and sucks I saw I had no penis, just smooth descent from my flat belly to a large clit and downwards out of sight.
   I gasped as she slid a finger inside of my new vagina, the sensations strong as they were new.  Her soft breast stroked along my now smooth leg, and I noticed that although my legs and arms were still muscular, it was with good tone, not the massive shapes they had been before.
   It was surprise as much as ecstasy that accompanied my first orgasm as a woman.  I sat there wide-eyed as the tendrils of sensation spread through my body, gripping my stomach last of all and exploding back to my extremities.  My legs came up around Calyn's shoulders and my arms pulled his face into my cunt as a second and third explosion robbed me of all thought.  I was cumming in smaller, more connected orgasms than were ever possible as a man.
   At last drained, I fell forward onto Calyn's body only barely aware that moments before control was returning to me.  I tried to breathe deeply and get some strength for an assault or an escape, but I was given no time.
   The Zydekker, now much larger than me, pushed Calyn away.  He pulled me back and played with my new breasts for a moment before spinning me around without removing his prick from its place in my stomach and stared into my eyes.
   Like a bird caught by a snake, I was captured by those powerful eyes, a watery space with its bright points of light that served as pupils.  He leaned forward to suckle at my breast as my legs settled around his waist.  I clamped them around him in the vain hope of keeping him from moving me, but could have as easily stopped an elephant.
   Strong hands took hold of my butt and began to lift me.  The thick bulb raked back and forth inside me as he fucked my ass with ever lengthening strokes.
   The pleasure was as exquisite as the pain, and I shuddered with another orgasm as I began to beat feebly on his chest.
   "No...  Don't do it.  Don't destroy me, don't destroy my will!  Please!  Please don't eat my soul!" I pleaded, banging on his chest.  The bulb came out of my butt-hole and plunged back in.  
   I gasped.  The sensation was too much.  His eyes were before me, burning a hole into my soul, his dick, his ssomnather filled and emptied me.  I shook as he kept popping it out and then all of the way back in.  I could almost see it, the blue light shining in the depths of my body.  I tensed as an orgasm approached, far beyond any I'd had so far.  My hands fell to his wrists but I could no longer fight him.  Up and down I bounced on his prong as my body shook to my very soul.
   His hands slid to my waist and he lifted me like I was a toy.  He settled me down on his thick prong, the tip slipping along my lips and finding my entrance.  He pulled me down slowly, his hot prong stretching me open now, his lap pressing on the bottom of my legs.  I saw it inside me, all of my strength glowing around it in a bright white flame.
   He lifted me three or four inches and dazed I looked down at his shaft as it protruded from my vagina and glowing a sparkling blue.
   Then he thrust me down.  I screamed as his ssomnather drank deeply of my will, not crushing it but draining it cleanly from my body.  In two strained heartbeats it was gone.  My body spasmed and I fell off of him.
   I groaned as I pushed myself to my hands and knees.  There was a blinding white light emanating from his ssomnather.  My will, my soul.  "Go ahead, young one.  Suck it back out if you can," he said to me in his taunting voice.  But I had no choice in the matter.  I took the bulb in my mouth, its sweet feminine flavor coming from my own violation.
   I pumped my head up and down, sucking and licking the round head, for that is all that I could get into my mouth.  The white light slipped farther down his shaft.  I sucked as best as I could, hoping if I could make it orgasm the power would return to me.  At last I slipped my hand down to the base, the shining area slipping beneath my fingers.  I sucked and pumped as best as I could, getting grunts and groans from the master above me.  Perhaps he was close enough.  I could still be saved.  I pulled him into my mouth as far as I could go and he moaned a deep “Yess.”  I moved my hands to his hips to pull more of him into my mouth and down my throat, hoping against hope that the master would cum before I was lost beyond saving, and with my hands on his hips I had an unimpeded view of my soul passing into his body and shrinking bit by bit as he consumed it.
   His orgasm came before it all disappeared, but the brightness was still deep within his mighty stomach and did not come out with his seed.  I swallowed the rich liquid and sucked the tip in hopes of finding more, then licking his ssomnather I lay my head on his leg and fell asleep.



