For the Love of Stars part 1&2 [Sci-fi horror, fantasy, tentacle aliens, breeding, non consentual-ish, long build]

Hello! This story was inspired by a certain adult video company, known for its live action tentacle porn leaning hard on the exaggerated aspect of hentai animation. I love a good, messy tentacle scene and they DELIVER. This is a messy tentacle scene or two after a good bit of suspense and action. I love sci-fi horror and wanted to give the tentacles their glory day in the hot sun. To be fair, it’s a long read but I’m feeling creative and horny. If you like a slow build, this one’s for you. I had to break it up for the Reddit format so if it seems some earlier parts are less erotic, that’s just part of the build up. I’ll post the whole story as quickly as I can without being too spamming on the feed.

It’s hard to write a good horror story with graphic scenes and not be a little… you know, horror. I did my best, the characters all got hit with the, “oh, I suddenly like this!” stick but tentacles gonna tentacle. 

If you’re just here for the juicy bits, part 7 is about where you’ll want to skip to. 

Enjoy!

For the Love of Stars

1: Smooth Landing

“Alright team, listen up!” He had to shout to be heard over the giant engines of the transport vessel but he got their attention. The Commander stood on steady legs even as the deck below him bucked. The man was a symbol of power and authority, his body covered in sleek black armor and weaponry. His head looked oddly small without his helmet but that could be said of all the soldiers in the craft. Four sets of steel hard eyes focused on the Commander as he relayed the mission details one last time. 

“We got reports of pioneer ships going dark while passing through this valley.” The Commander tapped his wrist, summoning a holographic topical map. “As of now, there are no details of what is happening. All we know is nothing has made it out. The main focus of our mission is information retrieval. Above all else, we need to know what’s going down there. The whole settlement is at stake if there’s hostile creatures on this planet. To the last of us, if you can draw breath, get this information back to the Mothership.”

The company of four soldiers in matte black armor stayed focused on their leader even as this unsavory news settled on them. This has all the makeup of a suicide mission and they knew it. That was their role as the Exploration Squadron. It was up to the EXO Knights to brave the dark corners of the galaxy so the human race can continue to grow. Each member of this team had been carefully chosen because of their battle experience and proven bravery. The EXO Knights are the best of the best.

“Boots on ground in 5.” The Commander finished his speech while gathering his equipment. “Helmets on, weapons ready. We don’t know if we’ll get a nice landing.” 
All five people pulled the armored helmets over their faces and activated the A.I. that powered their battle suits. As the H.U.D. lit and displayed statuses, Commander Illidan’s voice spoke clearly in their ears. “Squad check. EXO 1, green.”

“EXO 2, all systems clear.” A man spoke first. His Latin accent was deep and menacing. Second in command and hard as steel, Roto Martinez buzzed with excitement. 

“EXO 3, ready.” A woman across the aisle spoke. Yulia Draven was a woman of few words. She is cold and effective in battle, just as her Russian ancestors were.

“EXO 4, ready for action!” The other woman across the aisle chimed in. Her driven attitude and quick thinking made her an irreplaceable asset. Fiona Whitman did not claim an earthly background. She preferred to call herself a Star Child and did not pine for the lost planet.

A second passed by and then another. “E-EXO 5, ready.”

The Commander turned the smooth black glass visor of his helmet and regarded EXO 5 silently. Kevin Leek, a young man and Exo Knight rookie, seemed to be having trouble with his coms. He came from the main army as a Battlefield engineer and this was the first time a non combatant was paired with the squad. The Commander finally broke the icy stare.
“Squad reports good. Let’s go.”

In unison, the four sitting soldiers stood and pivoted to face the back of the vessel. The forward momentum crawled to a stop as repulsion engines lowered them to the surface. Rocks and debris banged off the hull, sounding like primitive bullets slamming against metal. Soon, all motion stopped and the winding down of motors replaced all other outside noise. All the soldiers listened in anxious anticipation for the sound of anything approaching. 

“Well, we got a landing. So far, so good.” EXO 2 said over the communication link in the squad’s helms. 

“Damn. I was looking forward to a jump.” EXO 4 pouted.

“Ship, report. Outside conditions and life scans.” The Commander said. 

After a few seconds, an artificial feminine voice spoke in their helmets. “Outside conditions are safe. The weather is mild and the air is clear. Initial life scans show no response.”

“Continue to monitor and report on any changes. Set base here and initiate long range communications. Alert Mothership of time and location.”

“Roger that, Commander Illidan.”

The bay door opened with a hiss of escaping pressure and 4 of the soldiers filed out in formation, sweeping the barrels of their weapons in various directions. The Commander came down the ramp last, accompanied by a combat droid on tank treads. The droid, being mostly a weapon, has one protruding barrel and a round 360 degree photo receptacle on top. It was a simple design but so was its mission. 

“Ground scans show an anomaly 1 mile ahead. We’ll proceed in Scorpion formation until there. Keep sharp, no chatter.” 

With the fluidity of Olympic water dancers, the squad moved into the mentioned formation. EXO 2 front left, responsible for the team’s left side and EXO 3 front right was responsible for the front. EXO 4 moved to the rear left and was responsible for the team’s rear while EXO 5 on the rear right would handle the right side. With EXO 1 in the center and keeping an eye on the sky and the Squad, the battle droid moved behind the team as heavy support. Scorpion formation was a slower pace but when moving through unknown hostile territory, slow meant alive. 

Commander Illidan moved in timed precision with his squad. The dry burning at the back of his throat betrayed his forced calm but only to himself. His bio-suit prevented his body from sweating but it could do nothing about the slight tremble in his knees. This felt like a death march and chances are very high that none of them will make it out. Commander Illidan squeezed the grip of his rifle tighter, pushing down the rising panic and hoped his squad could not sense his fear.

The warmth could not be resisted. It could not be denied. So cold, this place. Too cold. In this cold, life needs help. Life needs warmth. The aliens are warm. They burn like stars inside and life grows in their warmth. Get the aliens. All of them. More come, sounds like pain in the air brings them. Collect them, the warmth. 

A dark mass of unnatural movement begins to stir inside a deep cavern. It seems to have awakened suddenly, moving the darkness of the cave around it. The endless appendages of its form retract from around the lair, returning to the main body from their various tasks. Wet nightmarish sounds echo off the stone along with the faint sounds of humanlike moaning and groaning. The creature felt a cold shiver as it’s appendages left the warmth they had collected. It did not like being outside now that it had discovered comfort but the allure of more warmth was too great to pass up. 

After all the wandering appendages recoiled into Its body, the creature began to retract its main appendage. This one being more detailed than the smooth black tentacles, with a dark violet tone and glowing silver veins. It slowly moved back, causing the alien beneath it to moan. The warmth that the alien had provided faded far too quickly as the sensitive reddish bulb at the end of the appendage popped out of the body. The female alien fell back with a grunt and laid motionless in a pool of sticky fluid. It would return soon and with more warmth. The vibrations of the alien equipment sent thrilling shivers through the creature as it moved unnaturally quick out of its home. 

2. Gathered Hope

“Hold.” EXO 3 said calmly through her helmet com. “Got something just ahead of us.” 

The formation came to a sudden stop. EXO 2, EXO 3, EXO 4 and EXO 5 all dropped to one knee, facing their respective directions and bringing their weapons to the ready. The winding up of armor motors began as automated defense programs booted up. EXO 1 scanned ahead at the location marked by EXO 3’s HUD. The battle droid began to rotate its barrel in unpredictable loops, watching blind spots. 

The zoom feature in the helmet was extraordinarily clear and could bring the Commander’s eyesight right up to the anomaly. “Shit. It’s Gathered Hope. The first to no show, two weeks ago.” The Commander relayed as he continued to scan the scene. The pioneer ship was a ruin of torn metal and strown equipment. What had done the damage was not immediately obvious, the surrounding area seemed devoid of battle damage. This had been a totally effective ambush. The Commander’s HUD automatically captured the images and sent them back to their base. He did not try to count the bodies. That was the data collector’s job. 

“Looks quiet.” EXO 3 whispered. “That happened a while ago.”

“No surrounding damage.” EXO 2 added. “That’s not good. The attack was too sudden.”

The scene was still and felt that way as well. Violence leaves behind an energy that burns for a time but this area feels cooler now. The blood has all dried and the ship engines have gathered dust. 

“Come on,” The Commander said. “We’re going to go have a look.”

The squad stood and continued marching deeper into the canyon. They approached the wreckage slowly and carefully. An indication on the team’s HUD alerted them to the presence of toxic fumes. The source being the cracked engine of the colony ship. The bodies of the pioneer team looked as if they were in a horror show. The torn, broken, smashed and dismembered bodies would need a group of scientists and doctors to write cause of death reports. The carnage was unreal yet undeniable. 

“Ancient stars,” EXO 4 whispered. “What could have done this?” She stepped as carefully over a body as she could. 

“Gotta be an army or something. To tear through all this quicker than an emergency signal can be sent? This is bad.” EXO 5 gripped his weapon closely. 

“Base, you getting this?” The Commander was scanning on his wrist display while conversing with the A.I.

The feminine robotic voice answered. “Yes, Commander Illidan. The feed is being sent to Mothership as it comes to me.”

“Good.” He turned to his team. “We got good data here. Take 5 minutes to sweep the area for anything we may have missed. Move no one. I know it sucks but they have a team on the way for that. After 5, regroup on me and we’ll wrap this up.”
A small timer on their HUD began to tick away five minutes as the squad broke apart. They each scanned a different area of the wreck, using equipment built into their suits. They did not find much, no obvious tracks or signs of the assassin. The abundance of death was so random that they could not even tell what types of weapons were used. 

“If they even used weapons.” EXO 3 noted. “I see no charr, no burns of any kind. The cuts don’t look clean. It’s like they were torn instead of sliced.”
EXO 5 moved towards a fallen victim who appeared to be stuck to the ground. She was covered in a gel-like paste. He scanned her body and the substance came back completely unknown. He gathered a sample of the substance in a vial and secured it to his armor. The woman stuck in the gel had no obvious wound. She could have just been made to lay here until she died of exposure. Her position indicated she might have been trying to flee when whatever this stuff knocked her from behind. 

EXO 4 moved slowly around the ship, scanning the damage points. She noted that none of the damage was caused by advanced weaponry. Was this done by organics? Her curiosity rose. 

EXO 2 dug the black box out of the ship’s bridge and was not surprised to see a lack of damage to the controls. In most combat, weapons attacking ships aim for engines and controls. Whoever had fallen this ship had done so with primitive means. He used a data jack in his wrist display to upload and send the black box contents to the base. 

The timer hit zero just as the squad reformed into Scorpion formation. “Good.” The Commander tapped his wrist display and sent the updated orders to his team. “We’re headed back to base camp. We got to make full reports on this site ASAP. We can move quicker but keep your eyes wide.” 

They began to move back the way they came when the AI spoke up in their helmets. “New orders from Mothership. Move forward into the canyon. Find the Folly Days ship and report.” 

“Understand. Formally request to Mothership for backup.” 

“Request for backup, acknowledged.” 

The unusual pause told the Commander everything he needed to know. There would be no backup. He sighed and stopped the formation. They turned back towards the wreck and started to move deeper into the chasm. 

The warmth calls. It begs for discovery. The home, with all the heat, wants to be possessed. This cold place. Too cold for life. The heavens provide. All loss. All cold. Until the aliens and the heat. A holy heat to bring life. To restart. Finally, Hope. 

The creature moved quickly across the wall of the canyon like a mass of spiders. An uncountable amount of tentacles grabbed and pulled the creature along with a fluidity like water. It did not seem to physically move, it almost seemed to drift. As it approached the source of the vibrations, the creature sped through the shadows like a nightmare wrath. The small transport sat quietly in a clearing, looking cold and abandoned. The creature lunged out and threw itself at the ship. 

Unlike the two before it, this ship was not being managed by a physical being. With the lightning quick processing capabilities of the AI, the transport saw the creature coming and began to transmit the attack to the Mothership. The images were not comforting to the technicians scanning the feed. In fact, the instant fear the blur caused was so complete, the techs could not move for several seconds. By the time they could, the damage was done. 

The creature slammed into the ship, using its whole writhing form to rip it to pieces. The aliens usually hide in these containers. They somehow store their warmth here but when they leave, the containers grow cold like ice. The creature had no interest in the ship or anything other than the tiny, squirming heat sources. The ship flew in all directions as it was ruthlessly dismantled. The EXO team, not too far away and unaware of how bad things have just gotten, heard none of it. The last transmission it sent was the collected data from Gathered Hope. 

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