An Involuntary Infiltration

~~Some time later~~

Anon had finished recuperating from his first round and was sitting with the changeling drone still impaled in his lap, now once more rock hard within them as he listened to them describe what would be expected of him, slowly rocking back and forth deep within them.

“Y-you will be assigned to one of our many breeding…ohhh~...breeding chambers, where you will be harvested at least once daily for your love by one of our pleasure drones. They are far more equipped to handle your…umphhh…your excessive capability for production. Normally you would be dosed to the gills with a-aphrodisiacs until you could not remember your own name and groomed into willing…Ah!...W-willing cooperation, but I am sure that such measures will not be required in…o-ooohhh by the hive, would you please stop grinding…?” Its raspy, keening voice cried out as Anon casually stirred his cock inside of its well fucked, helpless behind, making its half-hard, unsheathed cock leak and its heavy balls twitch helplessly from the ongoing stimulation.

Anon chuckled, giving the poor creature’s rump a firm, hearty squeeze before both of his hands went to grip it by the waist, slowly leaning forward. “Hmmm, I suppose I could. After all, I did say that I would be going a few rounds with you, so I can certainly stop grinding and resume at a more…urgent pace.”

As the Changeling was once more pinned under his weight, it let out a loud, surprised little srcee and began to squirm under him “O-oh hive, no! I’m already so full, if I take any more lust in I…I don’t know what will happen!”

“Well, I suppose that this will be a useful experiment to refer to for posterity then. Try to stay conscious so that you can relay the results to others after I’m done.” Anon teased, starting to thrust slowly in and out once more, a dull, soft clapping and the sound of keeing, raspy whimpers filling the sell.

Stop right there, Prisoner!” a markedly more clear, masculine voice called out from behind them both at the entrance of the cell. Anon looked back to see a larger changeling. It seemed a fair bit more muscular, if such a thing could be reasonably ascertained from behind a layer of thick, rubbery chitin, and a foot or more taller than the drone the human currently found balls deep inside of, almost tall enough to be at chest height to him! Its jaw was more defined and a bit more pronounced, giving its face an almost angular, handsome appearance that was accented by its firm, determined, disciplined expression.

Anon shrugged, pulling back and slamming his dick impudently into the smaller drone all the harder in a display of irreverence for the larger changelings’ perceived authority, grinding in a wide, rough circle inside of them The motion sent the poor drone gibbering and squealing as it came all over the floor again, already quite sensitive from the last time and the effect of the human’s potent pheromones soaking deeper into its guts. “Sorry, this fuckbug is taken, go find your own,” he says in a snide tone, giving the drone a smack on its ass, making it wobble and leaving a firm, green handprint to accentuate his point.

Despite his best attempts to maintain composure, the soldier could not help but allow a sickly emerald blush to blossom across his face, eyes widening. He had rarely if ever encountered such boisterous spirit in a prisoner. At least not one who seemed to be so..eager to cooperate, in his own way.

The drone coughed up a soft pink sparkling liquid as it was ground into, calling back to the soldiers “S-sir! Please, help! He’s overcharging me, I can’t t-take any mo-oooOOOHH!!~”

The drones crossed, a remarkable feat for a creature with no pupils, and its tongue hung out as Anon busily resumed his thrusting.

“I told you, buggy-wuggy. If I don’t take my medicine, I get backed up. And since you dragged me here and demanded sex from me, I’m not stopping until these balls are empty.”

The Soldiers eyes widened slightly, looking back over to the two somewhat smaller soldiers flanking him. “Boys. Get down to breeding drones’ quarters and let them know we have a Class 5 case of malicious compliance on our hands. I’ll…” he gave a small shiver as his eyes were drawn back to the sight of that heavy, thick meat slamming in and out of his begging, squealing subordinate. “Handle the creature.”

This got Anon’s attention. He slowly pulled out of the now gaping, slightly swollen hole of the drone and turned to face the soldier properly, his hands on his hips. “Oh, so you want a turn, too, big guy?”

The soldier cleared his throat, trying not to look intimidated by the fat slab of primate fuckmeat on display before him as he unlocked the door and slowly strode in, locking it behind him as his subordinates trotted off quickly to do as they were bidden. “It would be a waste to let you keep using that drone when he is already full. It’s a waste of your valuable lust.”

He tried to maintain an authoritative tone, but as he drew closer, the scent of the creature began to clog his nostrils. This thing absolutely reeked of arousal in ways that were indeed, enough to make a seasoned changeling blush. The soldier suddenly started to feel very small in the face of this strange being, but did his best to mask it. “B-besides, I think you will find I am not so easy to subdue as a drone. Soldiers are made of tougher stuff.”

Anon smirked as he walked closer to meet the changeling halfway. “I bet, and a lot more of it too. Look at all of that ASS!” The human taunted, his hand coming down to squeeze one of the firm, ample muscular flanks of his new target. He kneaded his dextrous, strong fingers into the changeling’s ample behind, each cheek more than enough to provide him with plenty of pleasant stimulating material to grope and squeeze and molest. “I don’t know about your stamina, but this is damn sure an ass that won’t quit. Thanks for the upgrade, bug.”

The changeling’s face was a bright green now, its heart pounding in its chest out of control at the treatment. Normally such teasing would not be enough to get a rise so easily out of the seasoned vet, but the creature was different, it was making him feel more open, more…vulnerable. “M-My name is Sargeant Humbug, Prisoner, you would do to remember it when I have sucked you dry.”

He leaned into the groping, flicking his tail to one side to expose himself more fully. He knew deep down that he could outlast this creature. He had to, for the sake of the hive! “If you think I can’t handle that big…meaty…juicy dick of yours, you have another thing coming!” He seemed to do a double-take at his open phrasing, his face only seeming to take on a more flustered, embarrassed expression as he realized what he had said.

“The only thing I am going to see cumming is when your little dick shoots all over the wall for me.” The Human said confidently as he gripped the changeling by his horn. Humbug suddenly felt weak under the other’s grip, unable to stop them from lowering his head down to crotch level, and further unable to stop them from casually flopping his massive, erect cock across his snout.

The Sargeant inhaled on reflex, panting as he took in the raw, potent aroma of that massive package, his tongue starting to hang out and drool beginning to issue from his maw as he eyed it hungrily. He leaned in and started lapping at those heavy balls. Not because he wanted to of course! Not because he was desperate to feel the wrinkled flesh covering those juicy, sweaty cumtanks and have their flavor soak into his tongue. No not at all! He was only doing it to excite them, giving Anon an angry, half-hearted glare from under his cock that lost a great deal of its potency when he was giving it while worshipping the other males’ balls.

Anon gave a small groan as he let go of Humbug’s horn, pushing him by the back of the head face deep into that heavy ballsack and holding them there as that slippery little changing tongue lathered him up like it was his life’s purpose.

“Mphhh..enough of that, here. Let me feed you…”

Anon smirked as he pulled away from the changeling’s mouth and slapped it across the face with his cock, a resounding, humiliating SMACK echoing through the sell as the poor soldier was made to see stars. As he regained awareness, he found himself upended on his back, with the human’s knees to either side of his head, that heavy cock’s tip resting against his lips as his lower half was manhandled and raised slightly into the air. He could feel the human’s hot breath on his puckered donut and his pupils dilated at the humiliating realization of what was about to happen “W-wait, I don’t wan-HLLK!~”

Normally changelings lacked a gag reflex, but the spasms Humbuig’s throat created as the soldier tried to squeeze the massive shaft out of his throat even as it slowly, forcefully conquered every inch of his esophagus was about as close to the experience as any of them could get! His eyes watered, from the effort of his struggles, the stretch of his throat, and the utter embarrassment and shame of being facefucked this way washing through him. His front hooves weakly, uselessly beat at the human’s torso, trying to get them to pull away to no avail.

He began to feel himself weaken further as a shot of thick precum splattered inside of his throat, lubricating the way and clogging his windpipe with that damned…alluring, delicious smell.

Even as he did his best to hold onto his will to resist, the changeling’s body betrayed him as instinct overrode his desire to hold onto his dignity. Humbug’s head began to bob slowly, dipping closer and closer to balls deep on every pass as his tongue snaked out and wrapped around the shaft, squeezing it tenderly and trying to guide it deeper into his throat as his eyes hazed over.

A soft, almost feminine moan escaped his throat and vibrated down the length of the human’s shaft as Humbug felt a hot, wet, probing tongue circling his very wet little pucker, eyes rolling back as the changeling finally pushed himself snout deep onto the others cock. His vision was totally obscured by the primate’s heavy testicles draped over his eyes as he was subjected to its flat, large tongue wiggling its way into the soldier’s helpless, clenching behind.

As Anon dined on their donut, he could not help but note that the lubricating fluid drenching it possessed a sort of musky, pleasant sour apple flavor, not too dissimilar to a particularly lewd version of his favorite flavor of Jolly Rancher.

With this newfound exciting knowledge, Anon delved slightly deeper into the others helpless, squeezing behind with his tongue, even going so far as to reach down and begin roughly, quickly stroking the changelings dripping, throbbing erection.

Humbug saw stars once more as Anon began cranking dat soulja boy. The human began to thrust his hips slowly back and forth into the waiting, succulent depths of the subdued changelings suckling maw. The soldier’s cock exploded onto his belly, painting himself with rope after rope of cum, his throat squeezing Anon, leaving him moaning softly into the other’s engorged, waiting rear before he pulled back and wiped his mouth. “Mphh…I think we are both about ready to get this show on the road. Tap my thigh twice if you are going to take your punishment like a good little fuckbug.”

Humbug wished he could say that he managed to hold out for even a moment, to salvage some small scrap of his dignity by not immediately tapping in tows as quickly as his oxygen-starved cumbrain would allow, but that would be a bald-faced lie.

He felt the cock leave his throat, the separation making a wet suckling sound and leaving Humbug gasping for breath as he was repositioned. Anon pressed them against the wall, facefirst and pinned them there, making the Sargeant squeal like a defenseless hatchling as he felt the other’s hot, throbbing prick line up with his tight, quivering hole. “A-aahh! D-do it, fuck me, fuck me, you Beast!” Humbug yelled, arching his back prettily for the other. At this point, reason was far and gone out the window, to the point where he scarcely remembered why he was here in the first place, other than that it involved letting this absolute stud of a creature breed him. And really, that was all that mattered~

Anon plunged deep into him with a single, harsh thrust, and an ear-splitting, unearthly cry of pleasure sounded from the panting maw of the soldier turned breeding butch as his hole was stretched and his prostate was mashed flat. His cock let out another volley of wasted green, gooey seed, this time painting the wall, the seed that already covered his belly smearing into his fur as he was pounded up against the hard cold surface as his hole vacuum-sealed deliciously around the human’s shaft and twitched with every shot, milking him.

Anon grabbed them by the chin and leaned in, whispering harshly into his ear “Mphh…yeah, that’s a goooood boy….~” He cooed gently as he locked the changeling into a deep, sensual kiss, dominating his mouth and making the poor thing simply melt against the wall, a relaxed, submissive puddle as Anon rammed his way home again and again.

The two of them remained that way for some time, moving as one, a tangled, flustered mess driven only by mutual pleasure until finally, Anon felt his balls draw tight once again. His thrusting grew faster, more frantic as his climax approached, and all poor Humbug could think of was how lucky he was to be bred this way as The human slammed deep into him a final time and unloaded his own plentiful, hot spunk into their waiting gut. The load was quite copious, more than enough to bloat the changeling soldier’s stomach and leave them with a bit of pudge as Anon sank to his knees, still clutching them close and hilted balls deep. He pulled from their kiss and panted softly, petting the hazy-eyed, fuck addled changeling almost possessively as he gave a small smirk.

“So, how long until they get back? Think we have time for another go?”