The Blight Area (4/6)

A monster hentai story. An alien area full of horny monsters is expanding on Earth. Three girls in sex bot bodies are on a mission to save the world. Part 4/6

The lush, vibrant colors of the alien foliage swirled and pulsed, like a living kaleidoscope. The rainbow colors didn't come from leaves, but from the bark and fleshy ground cover.

"What a psychedelic view!" Chloe giggled. "I should have taken drugs before."

"You don't need them now," Joy smiled, touching the ground with her bare feet. She could feel a strange energy humming through the soles. The ground itself felt warm and strangely soft. It was as if the entire forest was one gigantic organism, and she was a tiny cell about to be absorbed.

There was a strange, soft, spongy moss-like covering, vibrant purple and green in the harsh sunlight. It squished under their bare feet, cool and slightly moist. A faint, sweet, cloying scent hung in the air, like rotting fruit mixed with honey and something else, something metallic and unsettling. The sounds of the outside world faded with each step, replaced by a low, rhythmic thrumming, a pulse that seemed to come from the very ground beneath them.

Chloe bent down, plucked a pinch of the moss, and put it into her mouth. "Yuk! Eee!" She immediately spat it back. "Tastes like... burnt sugar and... rotten shit."

Zoe laughed. "You would know!"

Chloe chuckled. "Don't tell me you never tasted shit!"

The girls laughed. They all did. At their age, they tried and tasted everything during their sex with clients. Shit, piss, vomit, menstrual blood, everything. At a proper level of arousal, everything tasted good.

"Why are you chewing on this moss, anyway?" Joy asked.

"Remember the last briefing? Our bodies recharge from sunlight, but we need some organic input for regeneration."

"Winnie said that we'll probably live on the alien sperm they'll be pumping us with," Zoe smirked. "But the buffet is open early!"

"I just hope their sperm will taste better!"

***

As they ventured deeper, the forest changed. The ground became a web of glistening, wet-looking tendrils, pale pink and blue, that pulsed gently beneath their feet. The girls had to watch their step carefully. The tendrils tried to wrap around their ankles with an insistent, curious grip. They didn't feel dangerous, just... needy.

"Oooh, they like us," Joy said, shaking her ankle free.

"They are very horny things!" Zoe added, stepping on a tendril on purpose. "Mmm... I want to fuck it!"

"It's mutual, I think. But let's not stop here."

They came to an opening. A herd of sheep-sized creatures was feeding on the tendrils. They were covered in short fur and had six legs. Their heads were the most bizarre part. It was a pulsing sac of translucent flesh with dozens of small, wriggling feelers around a large, central opening that periodically opened and closed, emitting a series of melodic coos. The creatures had no visible eyes.

"What the fuck are these?" Chloe whispered, awestruck and a little repulsed.

"Cuddle toys?" Zoe grinned. "They look soft."

Several of the creatures were fucking, mounting each other exactly like sheep would do.

"Wow, just look at their dicks!" Joy pointed.

The dicks weren't too thick, but they were about two feet long, and covered with bumps and patches of stiff bristles.

"Mmm, I would like to feel it!"

"It seems we all will do now!"

The cooing intensified. The largest one, a bulky male whose pulsing sac was a deep violet color, took a hesitant step towards them. His six legs were short and powerful.

"Ah, he likes us!"

"They all like!"

The girls were surrounded by the two dozen creatures who sniffed them and, like, kissed their hips with their sacs. Chloe giggled.

A sudden push in her back made her fall on her four. "Whoa, whoa! Ouch!" She felt the furry bottom brushing against her back. The creature smelled like a wet dog and rotting leaves. And it was determined to mount her. She barely had time to spread her knees a bit when the dick bumped her crotch several times and found its way in.

"Mmm... yeeeess..."

The bristles were not unpleasant. They scratched her inner walls, sending a wave of pain that quickly transformed into a deep, throbbing pleasure. The creature pumped her with a quick, eager rhythm.

Zoe and Joy were also mounted, and soon the three girls were moaning and screaming, surrounded by the herd of cooing, fucking aliens. The cocks filled them completely, their length pushing against the back of their synthetic wombs, sending jolts of electricity up their spines. The creatures did not make a difference between ass and cunny; they penetrated the first hole they found. They were fast and relentless, their pelvic region slamming against the girls' asses with each thrust. It was rough and brutal, exactly how they liked it.

The creatures around them were growing agitated, their coos turning into high-pitched squeals. They pushed and nuzzled each other, trying to get closer. It wasn't quite a hot gangbang, each creature just wanted to impregnate some girl once and walk away. The fucks were intense but short, about three to five minutes each. Exactly enough for the girls to orgasm each time they felt their inner cavity filled with the hot sticky cum.

Finally, the girls were free. They did not rush to get up, enjoying the orgasmic afterglow. Chloe crawled to Joy and licked the greenish sperm dripping from her both holes.

"Mmm, not bad. I'm starting to get used to this rotten aftertaste... Otherwise, it's spicy. Yum! We've just started the mission, but I'm starting to understand how we're going to survive here!"

"You're right," Zoe said, lying on her back. "A full meal with every fuck!"

They laughed. They could just lie there, letting the aliens come and go, but this was not the mission. They were the virus carriers.

Joy remembered how the scientists had installed the virus-breeding modules in them. They claimed the viruses were totally incompatible with Earth life and thus safe for humans, but they were wearing full biohazard suits anyway. The technician simply clicked the remote, and Joy's body promptly opened from her throat to crotch, revealing her inner cavity. She looked with interest inside her own belly, saw the throbbing tubes coming from the sex orifices and her fake lungs.

The technician attached what looked like black sponges to several spots inside the cavity. Another remote click, and Joy was whole again. "Okay," he said. "Whoever will cum into you, will get the dose."

Joy drifted off her memories and stood up.

"I'm almost sorry for those sheep," said she. "Just about a week of the incubation period, and they will drop dead."

"Presumably." By her side, Zoe was brushing off squished moss from her knees.

"Still, they are cute, and fuck great. I would like we could keep them alive."

"Take your endurance into account. What's a refreshing fuck for us would just shred human cunnies apart."

"You're right. So... what now?" Joy looked around. The area was quiet after the herd's departure. The pulsing rainbow vegetation seemed to have absorbed the sounds.

"Keep moving toward the center," said Chloe, pointing in the direction her internal compass screamed at her. "There will be more where that came from. And bigger, I bet."

***

They walked into the growth again. The soil under their bare feet was soft, wet, and cold. Slimy droplets fell from the trees here and there, sometimes splashing on the girls' hair and shoulders. There were more pastel-colored tendrils than before the cleating, and they were more active.

"You said you want to fuck them, Zoe," Chloe growled, trying to tear off the tendril that coiled around her ankle. "I get a feeling that we all will, soon!"

"Yeah... The mood in this forest is changing," noticed Joy. "More... hungry."

Then she yelped in surprise when the tendrils grabbed both her feet simultaneously. She wobbled, trying to regain her balance, when the third, thicker tendril wrapped around her waist and pulled her to the nearest tree trunk.

"Ha, tentacles!" Zoe laughed, being dragged to another tree by Joy's side. "I LOVE tentacles!"

"I don't!" Chloe grumped as another tendril lifted her leg up. Her other leg was already caught. She hung upside down, her hair brushing the wet ground. "The things should ask politely, not just drag me around!"

"Politeness is overrated, Chloe dear," Joy smirked, suspended in a similar pose by her own tree. She wiggled her toes, feeling the suckers on the tendrils tightening their grip. "Just wait for them to start, you'll change your mind!"

More tendrils sprouted from the main mass, thin and exploratory at first, like curious worms. They traced the contours of their bodies, gliding over the planes of their stomachs, tickling the sensitive skin of their inner thighs, slithering between their toes, spreading them. Joy shuddered, feeling the first hints of her pleasure building. The feelers were slick with some kind of lubricant that smelled faintly of ozone and copper. And they burned, like jellyfish or nettle, although not that strong.

Then another one wrapped around one of her breasts, squeezing it gently, and a new wave of painful pleasure washed over her. Another one, thicker this time, probed her asshole. The tip was pointy, and it pushed against the tight ring of muscle. Joy gasped, expecting a brutal intrusion, but it was surprisingly gentle, insistent, but not forceful. But it was the real burn! Joy squealed, squirming in her wraps.

"They like us," Chloe moaned as the tendrils started to find her openings. A particularly bold one was trying to wiggle its way into her ear, its thin tip tracing the helix and causing her to shudder violently.

"Let them in, Chloe," Zoe's strained voice suggested. "Let them everywhere! That's why we're here!"

Zoe's body was already a writhing mass of tentacles. One had pushed deep into her urethra, a thin but unbearably intense feeling that made her eyes roll back in her head. Another, thick one, was coiling around her throat, squeezing just enough to restrict her non-existent breathing, adding a dizzying thrill to the symphony of sensations.

Chloe, however, was struggling. Her body, while designed for this, still retained some of her human instincts. The invasion was too personal, too much. She tried to resist, to defend herself — only to become stretched wider and penetrated harder. She arched her back, gasping for air instinctively, as one of the larger tentacles forced its way into her cunny. It was huge, ribbed, and felt like a living, muscular snake tunneling into her. The pain was white-hot. Her mind screamed, but her body transformed the agony into a crescendo of raw pleasure. She stopped fighting and let out a long, guttural moan of surrender. Her resistance, it seemed, had only prolonged the foreplay. Then another burning tentacle pushed its way down her throat.

Now it really began for them all.

The tentacles stopped their gentle probing and began to thrust in unison. They were a chaotic orchestra of fucking. One would plunge deep into Joy's ass, while another would pull out of her cunny, only to be replaced by a third, thicker one. They pumped and writhed, their movements impossibly fast and powerful. They were not just fucking them; they were claiming them, filling them, marking them.

Zoe was the most receptive. She was screaming in joy, her body convulsing in a continuous, rolling orgasm. "Yes! YES! FUCK MEEE!" she wanted to shriek, as one tentacle plunged into her throat, another into her cunny, and a third into her ass, all at the same time. But all that she could give out, like them all, were muffled sounds, gagged by the tentacles in their mouths.

Joy felt the tendrils and tentacles reaching deeper and deeper into her, through all her holes, until they all met and entangled in her central cavity. She could feel them rubbing against each other through her thin synthetic inner walls, a bizarre, full-body sensation that was simultaneously overwhelming and utterly divine.

Suddenly, the tentacles inside them stiffened. They began to pulse, a slow, powerful beat that started from their tips and travelled down their lengths. Then, with a sudden, violent contraction, they came. A hot, viscous fluid gushed into them, filling them to the brim. It was thicker and warmer than the sheep-creatures' cum, with a sharp, acidic tang that burned their insides. The liquid filled their stomachs, their lungs, every void. Their bellies distended, stretched taut and translucent. Their bodies shuddered, not in pain, but in the most profound, soul-shattering orgasm they had ever experienced. The tentacles in their mouths squirted the liquid directly into their throats, forcing them to swallow or drown in the alien seed. Their secondary holes — nipples, nostrils, belly buttons — began leaking out the excess around the tendrils that penetrated them.

Joy closed her eyes, completely giving in to the burning and stretching pleasure. Then she heard Chloe's muffled protests. Then Zoe moaned, too. And then something tried to push into her already stretched vagina. She opened her eyes and tried to look down.

A round shape, the size of a small tennis ball, bulged the tentacle by her entrance. The tentacle throbbed, pushing the ball into her. Joy squirmed and moaned in the stretching pain. Her ass tentacle already was pushing the same round shape closer to her, and her throat one did that, too. Then all three of them forced the balls into her at once.

Joy arched her back, her head thrown back in a silent scream of agony and ecstasy. Her body, already overfilled, was being pushed to a new, impossible limit. The three balls were pushed through her tight channels, centimeter by centimeter, relentlessly. And she saw three more approaching, each one on its separate way! And then the process repeated itself. In a matter of minutes, all six hard orbs were pumped deep inside her, one after another. They settled in her central cavity, clinking together softly as they filled the space.

The tentacles withdrew as suddenly as they had appeared. They let go of the girls, letting them slump to the soft, wet ground. The girls lay there, gasping for air. They did not need it, but their instincts urged them to breathe. Their bodies trembled with aftershocks. Joy ran a hand over her hugely distended belly. It was hard and round, packed with the alien eggs. She felt them under her fingers. The feeling was surreal — a strange, heavy fullness that should have been terrifying, but was instead just another layer of the pervasive pleasure. Chloe and Zoe were in the same state. Chloe groaned, pressing both hands on her stomach, the greenish liquid streaming from all her holes. "I feel... so full... like I'm about to explode... and I love it."

"The eggs..." Zoe panted, her eyes wide with wonder. "It's... breeding us. We're incubators."

"And walking virus dispensers," added Joy with a weak grin. "Best job ever."

The forest seemed to hum around them, satisfied. The ground under their backs felt softer, the thrumming more pronounced. The sun, unseen behind the canopy of large rainbow leaves, was heating the air.

***

Step by step, hour by hour, three naked girls slowly advanced through the alien jungle. They were sexually assaulted about every hour, and each encounter was drastically different. A pair of floating, translucent jellyfish-like creatures enveloped them, their stinging tendrils delivering electric shocks that made their bodies convulse in orgasms as the creatures pumped a cool, effervescent fluid into every orifice. A cluster of what looked like oversized, furry centipedes with dozens of prehensile dicks swarmed them, their chitinous legs creating a symphony of scratching sensations as they sought out any and every opening. They were walking through a gauntlet of impossible depravity, and they were loving it.

And the girls' bellies were slowly growing from the collected fluids, and did not leak the excess as much as before.

"I do not understand," muttered Joy. "These bodies aren't equipped for pregnancy. Why are we like that?"

Zoe shrugged. "Maybe the eggs are clogging our tubes."

***

An hour later, large mantis-like monsters tried to eat them, but, fortunately, the girls' bodies were too tough to be torn, and the monsters were too small to swallow them whole. Although the girls still cried in pain, being stretched and chewed, until the monsters finally gave up the attempt. Chloe, who was chewed the most, enjoyed it the least.

"They don't bite," she complained, spitting out some green goo from her hair. "They just sort of... gum at you. It's annoying!" She squeezed her egg-bearing belly and felt movement under her fingers. "Only those bastards are happy and alive. They do not care that they were about to be served as a stuffing."

Zoe nodded, returning her limbs to their sockets.

Joy was sitting on the ground, shaking, pressing her palms to her face. "My eyes!" The synthetic blood dripped through her fingers.

Then it subsided. Joy gasped, then slowly took off her hands. She blinked with her large, clear eyes.

"Wow!" she whispered. "When Winnie told us we'll regrow fast, I did not imagine how fast!" She shuddered. "But having your eyes scratched out of your face is still terrible. One star, do not recommend."

***

Their next encounter was less dramatic. A small creature that looked like a cross between a pig and a hedgehog, covered in sharp spines, mounted Joy from behind while Chloe and Zoe were pinned to the ground. Its spines were long and wickedly sharp. As it thrust into her, they dug into her back, creating a pattern of agonizing stings. Each thrust was a fresh wave of pain that immediately curled into ecstasy.

"Mmm... more... more..." Joy gasped. But soon it was done. The creature came with a series of high-pitched squeals, then wandered off, leaving her with a back full of bleeding holes, closing fast, and a new appreciation for the phrase "pleasure and pain are one".

"This body can even take the pleasure of the acid bath!" Chloe squealed in delight as the large creature they had defeated a bit ago spilled a pool of steaming acid around them as a farewell. "This is sooo goood!"

***

By the end of the first day, they were covered in a layer of various alien fluids — some sticky, some slick, some glowing faintly. Their hair was matted, their skin glistening. They looked like they'd been through a car wash of a particularly depraved nature. And they were tired. Not physically exhausted — their bodies were still good as new — but mentally worn out from the constant onslaught of sensation. Their bellies remained distended, the alien gestating within them. With each fuck, they felt a little heavier, a little more... purposeful. They could feel the eggs inside them shift with every step, a strange, constant reminder of their role in this alien ecosystem.

Their minds needed a rest, so they found a relatively dry patch of ground under a huge, bell-shaped mushroom and curled up together, their sticky limbs entwined. The mushroom pulsed with a soft, blue light, and the air was thick with a sweet, hypnotic scent. They slept. Or rather, their minds went into a low-power mode, giving them a few hours of respite.