Song of Sunger - Rube Goldberg Contest

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Teaser: “No foreign technology,” Shira insisted. I squinted at her, “Wait, how am I going to help you restore your species without our technology?” She hesitated for a few long moments, then responded, “Breeding.”
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3 MF
• [Chapter 4
• [Chapter 5 MF
• Chapter 6

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Title: Song of Sunger
Author: RapeU
Chapter Tags: Nosex, story setup
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This story is part of the Rube Goldberg story contest. It is not finished yet. I'm posting what I've got now to motivate myself to finish it before the clock runs out.

Synopsis: A space crew finds a shuttle of an alien species right outside their patrol area. The species known as Sunger are nearing extinction. The DNA of the female captain of the space crew is a perfect match to create hybrid offspring so that the Sunger won't go extinct. But instead of using advanced technology to medically harvest the female captain's eggs, the Sunger forces the captain to breed the old fashioned way, and at an accelerated rate.

The song in the story is the following:

Sing a song of Sunger, song of Sunger

Sing a song of Sunger, song of Sunger

Sing a song of Sunger, a song of Sunger

A song of Sunger, song of Sunger

The song itself is something I made up a long time ago. It has no real meaning prior to this story. The tune of the song is similar to the tune of She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain.

If you know the American folk song I linked, here's a breakdown of how the first part of the song aligns with the folk song.

Sing/She'll
a/Be
song/Coming
of/Round
Sunger,/The Mou
song/ntain
of/When
Sunger/She Comes

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Song of Sunger

Chapter 1 A Dormant Ship

“Captain Nova,” Commander Hays said from his station, “The scans picked up something unusual just outside our sector.” I sighed in exasperation. We were ordered to patrol this area to keep an eye out for Zazzazi, a brutal alien race that lost the Centauri War. After pausing for a few moments I asked, “What do you think is best, Old Man?” Hays cracked a smile at the nickname that suited him well. If he had stayed on Earth, he would be nearly 90 years old. “Get close enough to see if an intervention is needed,” he opined.
I nodded my head and my crew got to work immediately. They were used to the dynamics of the ship. Old Man used to be a captain in his youth. He never liked to talk about those times though and would always recount stories of the fleet when he wasn’t the captain. As someone who has been on the receiving end of a thorough ass chewing, I could understand why Old Man never wanted to talk about it. Sometimes it seemed like no matter what I did I would get yelled at by a superior.

“Image scans sent to your datapad, Captain.” Old Man said. Thankfully we were able to get close enough without leaving our assigned area. Barely. I tapped on the screen and frowned when I saw the images. “These markings don’t look familiar at all. It’s definitely not one of ours.” Old Man nodded “Not Zazzazi either and looks like it’s dormant.” A dormant vessel just outside our sector was interesting, but was it interesting enough to warrant a closer look?

“I believe the markings are a language of some kind,” Dr. Russo interjected. She was known as Archivist because of her extensive knowledge. Half her brain was robotic due to some kind of accident in her youth that she never talked about. “Without further clues it’s difficult to tell, but I am confident we’re looking at directed panspermia.”

I frowned. “A dying species sending its remnants into space? Surely this close to our primary solar system someone would have seen it before us?” Archivist shook her head. “I can come up with a few ways a passive ship can go undetected for a while, especially if the species is more advanced than us.” I nodded, “Good point.” I turned toward Old Man, who met my gaze. “Thoughts?” Old Man concentrated for a few moments. “Caution is needed. We don’t want another war.” I nodded again, “Agreed. Archivist and I will scout the interior to see what we’re dealing with.”

“Sunger,” Archivist softly said with a concentrated look on her face. After a moment’s pause she continued, “That seems to be what the markings say.” “Sunger is pretty close to hunger,” I quipped. No surprise that I was thinking of food. I couldn’t remember the last time I ate properly. My stomach growled, echoing my thoughts. “I’m not sure I like the sound of it,” I said. I walked over to the captain’s chair and pressed a button on one of the arm rests. A panel on the arm rest slid open. I grabbed a few pills of dehydrated food and popped them into my mouth. It wasn’t the best solution for food, but it would sustain me long enough. “It's still worth a look. Start docking procedures.”

Half an hour later Archivist and I were standing in an enclosed walkway in front of an open hatch to the ship. My scanner beeped and a green light lit up on it. “The atmosphere is breathable and there’s no toxic readings of any kind. We can go in without space suits.” Archivist didn’t waste time and immediately shed hers “Thank goodness, those things are so bulky and hot. I’m much faster without them.” I took my suit off with less enthusiasm then walked into the ship with Archivist.

“Fascinating,” Archivist murmured. “The ship pattern is a fractal within a fractal,” she said awestruck. “I’ve never seen such beauty.” I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. The walls spiraled with a pattern that refused to resolve into a single shape. It also didn’t help that the ship was dimly lit with what appeared to be emergency lighting. “This is like stepping into a kaleidoscope,” I observed. “I can’t even tell where we should go.” Archivist looked at me and said, “I think I can. You can walk behind me.” We moved into a corridor, or was it another entryway? I couldn’t tell. The air was stale with a familiar smell that I couldn’t quite place. With each step we took, the ship became more intricate and detailed. I rubbed my eyes again. Walking behind Archivist helped, but only a little bit. “I feel like we’re stepping into the ship over and over again,” I complained. Archivist nodded “Yes, this is likely a defensive strategy. A really complicated strategy. A species that rushes in here with ill intent would have quite a hard time navigating their way through. Ingenious.” Each step was like moving through a passage built by someone obsessed with recursion, like a child’s scribble reimagined by a deranged mathematician. “How do the Sunger neutralize the trap for themselves, I wonder?” Archivist mumbled to herself absently.

We went through what must have been a 30th entryway and a door shut behind us. The kaleidoscope effect disappeared and caused me to feel disoriented. Even Archivist had to stop and rub her eyes. “That was intense,” I said. Archivist nodded in agreement. “The Sunger are highly intelligent to have come up with something so intricate.” She looked around then pointed, “I think I see a control panel over there.” We took a left. The interior of the ship here looked similar to many others I had been in. “Glad the whole ship isn’t like the entryway,” I muttered.

We entered the control room and my eyes widened. It was a control room overlooking another room where the species slept in what appeared to be stasis chambers. A green barrier separated the control room from the sleeping area. “You were right,” I said to Archivist with awe. There weren’t many stasis chambers in the other room, probably around 50 or so. The species looked similar to humans with red skin, though it was harder to tell at the time since they were all dormant. “Dying species trying to survive. Let’s go back and report.” Archivist glanced at the controls “hang on,” she said “I think I can decipher their language.” I smiled “Command would love that, makes first contact easier. Proceed.”

Archivist tapped on her tablet and began muttering “This control panel, it’s not how we do it. No alphabet” I suppressed the urge to yawn and hoped it wouldn’t take her too long. “Instructions maybe? No, wait, they’re not instructions, too many repetitions of Sunger.” Archivist scratched her head, then her eyes twinkled in realization. “A song!” I blinked in confusion. “Their control panel has a song on it?” She nodded frantically “Yes, they’ve written something as a song. I think I can sing it!” She cleared her throat and began.

Sing a song of Sunger, song of Sunger

Sing a song of Sunger, song of Sunger

Sing a song of Sunger, a song of Sunger

A song of Sunger, song of Sunger

I shook my head. “You weren’t kidding when you said too many repetitions. What kind of song was that?” Archivist shrugged, then frowned. “Was there a green light on the control panel when we came in?” As soon as she finished speaking the green barrier between rooms vanished. At the same time, I heard a distinct clunking noise. Both of our eyes widened as the control panel spoke.

“Language assimilation complete. Sing.” As soon as I heard the word sing, steam poured out of the vents in the spacecraft, warming the room significantly. “Can you stop it?” I asked Archivist. She shook her head. “No, but they’re humanoid so nothing should be fatal to us.” “Song,” the computer panel chimed and immediately the lights of the ship turned fully on to illuminate everything. I started to sweat from the steam. “How sure are you about non fatal?” “Sunger” the panel continued. A slot opened up where what looked like a mechanical finger rose to touch a button on the ceiling. A small turbine spun on a track over our heads and into the room with the sleeping Sunger. “Sure enough that I’m still here,” Archivist smiled. I saw the turbine stop at a cable. It appeared to be cutting through it. “How comforting,” I sarcastically quipped. The cable snapped and disappeared from view. “Guess we’ll be making first contact. I hope it goes well.” I crossed my fingers. Green lights appeared above the stasis chambers. The panel continued its song, but this time it was different.

Sing a song of Sunger, song awoken

Sing a song of Sunger, sleep has broken

Sing a song of Sunger sequence done

Song of Sunger, world begun

Then the panel said something alarming. “Protocol: Alien species detected. Neutralizing.” Before I could get a chance to react, white smoke rose from the ground. Whatever it was acted so fast I lost consciousness before I even hit the floor.
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Chapter Tags: Nosex, Story setup
Content Warnings: Alien breeding
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Chapter 2 - Chosen

I woke up to the feel of steel around my wrists above my head. It felt like my brain was in a fog. I realized I was in some kind of medical bay. My tongue felt enormous, a drowned slug behind my teeth. Then I realized someone was watching me. “Sunger,” I managed to whisper. “Yes, we are Sunger.” A feminine voice echoed in my ear. “Thank you for waking us.” The owner of the voice came into the room. She was the same height and build as an ordinary human. On Earth, she could have probably been seen as human if it weren’t for the lobster red skin.

“You understand me?” I didn’t think Archivist was wrong about their intelligence, but I wanted to be sure lest I say something to start another intergalactic war. The female Sunger nodded. “We analyzed your language and added it to our neural network. I am called Shira.” I smiled warmly. “Captain Elara Novak,” I replied, “Are the restraints necessary? I mean you no harm.” Shira’s face morphed into what looked like sadness. “Yes. We need you to remain here for a while.” I sighed inwardly, but kept my composure. “Is the person I was with ok?” “Yes,” Shira replied, “she is back on your ship.” I blinked with confusion and frowned. “She wouldn’t have just left me here. Why did you keep me and not her?” An unusual hissing sound came from Shira, something that seemed like the equivalent of a sigh. “We need your help. Our initial scans show your DNA is compatible with our own. I would like to run a few more tests and if the results match, you could help us restore our race.”

I blinked. “Oh, that’s a noble cause.” My body relaxed as relief flooded through me. “You don’t need to restrain me, I’ll gladly let you do your tests. We can also medically harvest what’s responsible for my species' reproduction noninvasively with our technology.” My relief was short lived however, as a thought occurred to me. “You didn’t say why Archivist went back to the ship. I think even for this she would have stayed with me.”

Shira hissed again. “You do not understand. We must use our own technology, not something foreign to us. You are restrained for your protection, so you don’t hurt yourself during the testing process.” I frowned, “Wait, what all do you need?” “Blood samples,” Shira replied, “and getting them is extremely painful. There’s no more sleeping gas left.” “All you need is a needle,” I said. “No foreign technology,” Shira insisted. I squinted at her, “Wait, how am I going to help you restore your race without our technology?” She hesitated for a few long moments, then responded, “Breeding.”

I shook my head frantically. “No, that’s not going to work. In my species we typically only have one child at a time and it takes a little over half of our planet’s revolution around our star for that child to be born. It would take too long.” Shira made a gurgling sound that seemed similar to laughter. “Scans indicate your body releases an egg at standard intervals based on internal hormones. We can duplicate those hormones and accelerate the incubation period. In theory you could give birth to a hybrid baby just before every sleep cycle, but we won’t go that far. Every other sleep cycle will suffice.”

I scoffed, “If you could do that why haven’t you done it with yourselves?” Shira lowered her head and appeared to be sad. “At that speed our DNA becomes…” she hesitated again “...unstable. Scans indicate a 96% chance of stability for hybrid DNA.” I frantically shook my head again “No, I’m not doing this. There’s easier ways if you just trust me. I’m not going to be your incubator!” Shira hissed a sigh, “It is a great honor to our people to be chosen for breeding. Right now you are the most important being in the universe.” I sighed in frustration, “An honor at what cost? There’s easier ways to do this that don’t involve keeping me prisoner.” For a moment Shira looked sad, but then her features hardened in resolve. “We only know one way to ensure survival. It must be this way.” She softened a little bit “You will be free to do whatever you wish when enough children are born.” I realized Shira was not going to be persuaded easily. I’d have to find another way to escape. But how?

Despite what Shira said, blood collection did not cause me any pain. That was the only good news I had after I gritted my teeth and prepared for the worst only to have no feeling at all. “Your outer shell is softer than ours,” Shira marveled, “Remarkable, it should have caused worse pain than we experience but it didn’t.” A thought occurred to me “Hey um, what if your computer or whatever you’re using is wrong about the hybrid children.” She waved her hand at me dismissively “Nice try, this was something I considered based on Giznatch, a similar species on our home planet.” She paused for a few moments and softly whispered “if it still exists.” She was quiet for a few moments, then seemed to recover, “It’s not a conclusion I had based on technological data. The data is sound.” By the time she finished speaking, a low thrum sound chimed. “And I am right! Hybrid DNA will survive the process.” She smiled triumphantly. “Kael will be here in a few moments to get things started. If you cooperate with him, we can consider giving you more freedom around the ship.”

Before I could even reply, Shira swiftly exited the room from where she came. I tested the metal against my wrists. It wouldn't budge. The lack of com chatter made me suspect they removed or disabled my communication device. “Coms test. Anyone read me?” There was no answer, not even static, confirming my suspicions. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited. Every sound that reached my ears was alarming and foreign. I didn't believe for a moment Archivist truly left me behind. Surely it had been long enough that my crew initiated capture protocol, but then again there was the kaleidoscope at the beginning. There was no way anyone other than Archivist could pass through it. If Archivist was still here somewhere, it meant we were both on our own.

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Chapter Tags: MF Noncon
Content Warnings: Alien and human sex
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Chapter 3 - Kael

Kael entered the room shortly after Shira left, interrupting my thoughts. He seemed a little taller than Sira, but not by much. He bowed and said, “It is an honor to meet the giver of life.” I sighed, “But you’re keeping me here against my will. With most species, that is an insult.” Kael hesitated for a long moment in silence. I took it as an invitation to continue, “Is it an honor to be chained on a medical bed and have you breed with me against my will?” His silence remained and it seemed like he was frozen in place. “You do not know,” he finally said, “I must produce offspring with you and your companion.”

So, they really did have Archivist! “Kael,” I cringed as I botched the pronunciation of his name and saw him flinch too, “why did Sira lie to me by saying my companion was on my ship?” A groaning sound emitted from Kael. It was a reaction that I couldn’t quite pinpoint. “You must not let anyone else know I accidentally told you.” He had inadvertently told me something else with that sentence. As far as he knew, no one was watching or recording. I thought for a few moments about how I could take advantage of this. Then I realized he was hesitating for a reason. “Kael,” this time I was closer to saying it right, “do you really want to breed with me?” Kael made the hissing sound of a sigh, “I have to. The survival of our race depends on it.” I felt a surge of hope and said, “But do you want to? There’s a difference between want to and have to.”

Kael hissed again. “We are dying. What we want doesn’t matter. There is no choice.” I shook my head, “No, you do have a choice. There are over a quintillion of my species living in multiple star systems.” I said the next part with pride, “We are a force of good and help those who are in need. If you’ll let me, I can get you to a planet where plenty of people would volunteer to save your race. You can follow my ship.” Kael was silent for a long time, then said “We detached from your ship and are headed…elsewhere.” That was both interesting and concerning. Where were we going? Did the Sunger have similar safety protocols for detaching ships? There was a high chance my crew was fine. The walkway probably wasn’t, but those were easily replaceable. “So I really am trapped here,” I said with a sad tone.

Kael made a noise that sounded like ice crunching against teeth. “I have told you too much. I must do my duty now.” My heart thudded in my chest. I had hoped I could reason with him, but now that seemed increasingly unlikely. There was a large cracking noise as Kael flexed. I realized his red skin was coming off. “Wait!” I protested and attempted to think of something to stall him, “My people can help you if you’ll just trust me.” Kael’s red skin fell off of him onto the floor with a plop. Without his shell he looked like an albino human with dark eyes. “We cannot trust another species. Not again.” My eyes cast a look towards his middle then widened. His sex organ was larger than any I had ever seen.

The initial calmness within me evaporated as it hit me that everything I had trained for in the event of capture meant nothing now. I couldn’t negotiate, no one else was negotiating on my behalf, and I didn’t even know which direction the ship had gone. “Please,” I found myself begging as panic set in, “there has to be another way!” The words came out as a whisper, choked and raw. I was acutely aware of every inch of exposed flesh, the restraints slicing creases into my wrists. Kael’s breath steamed in the cool, wet air, the fog of it enveloping his face in a mask of uncertainty. His newly pale form shimmered, mottled faintly with the shadows of veins. “Survival is the only way,” Kael said, voice trembling beneath its intent.

His pale hands found my uniform waistband and tugged it down my legs, belt and all, with a surprising amount of strength. “OUCH!” I cried out as my uniform trousers chafed my hips. “No, stop!” I tried to kick, but having pants around my legs made it difficult for my body to cooperate with my intentions. He pushed up the top of my uniform next with the same surprising amount of strength. I heard the seams break as he forced my uniform top over my head. “GAAAH!” I cried out in pain again from the rough undressing. My underwear and bra were ripped off my body with ease and without ceremony. I was completely naked now except for the pants around my ankles and sleeves of my uniform top crumpled near the cuffs above my head.

“No, please!” I begged as he pressed his body against me. It was wet and slimy. Every part of his skin that touched mine felt like I was touching a damp fish. “No, NO!” I felt the slimy appendage brush against my sex. He was shaking as much as I was, but from what I couldn’t tell. His face was set with concentration. The appendage pressed harder against me. He was having difficulty going inside. I clamped my thighs together with what little leverage I had, and he made a frustrated, keening whimper and pressed harder. The tip slipped against my skin, cold as a glass marble, and entered inside me.

I screamed with pain and revulsion. This was nothing like sex with a human male. That kind of sex was pleasurable if the man was receptive to how I wanted it. This kind of sex was like a dildo covered in slime that someone had stuck in the freezer and didn’t thaw before use. I went limp and screamed until my throat burned. My voice wasn’t even recognizable, like an animal sound from a place far below language. The sharp, electric cold ran up inside me and set my muscles to fire. Kael’s hands were all over my body. His face was locked in a grimace of determination. I twisted my head away from him, a single string of hot drool spooling out the side of my mouth as my body tried to reject what he was doing. He pumped, mechanical, unstoppable, every thrust sending a jolt through my spine. The pain blurred to a dull ache, then to a feeling of numb separation. His member throbbed and sent a stream of liquid that felt even colder than his cock did. I gave out one last final cry and slipped into unconsciousness.
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Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: Parasitic worms
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Chapter 4 - Amira

When I woke again, it was immediately apparent that I was not alone in my body. My abdomen was an impossible planet, taut and foreign, pressing up against the ceiling of my awareness. I gasped as the weight of it shifted, as if the child inside was launching wild fists and feet at the walls, desperate to break free. Thankfully I wasn’t restrained this time, though I did realize I was naked underneath some moderately warm sheets.

I attempted to sit up and immediately felt dizzy. Something clattered to the floor and I realized I accidentally knocked something over. Shira immediately burst into the room, but halted her quick momentum when she saw I was still laying down. “It is good to see you awake,” she said. “I feared the difference between our species' body temperature caused irreparable damage at first. I’m sorry that I didn’t take this into account.” It was surreal to have an apology for the temperature when nonconsensual sex was the worst thing that happened to me. Part of me wanted to scream at her while the other part just wanted to cry.

“You will give birth soon.” Shira clinically said. “We tested a solution and are confident you will not experience unimaginable pain during procreation again. Tomorrow we will continue as scheduled.” I glared at Shira. “So you’re experimenting on my companion.” Shira took a step back, then said “I can see your species is not easily deceived. Your companion did not believe you were back on the ship either.” Of course Archivist wouldn’t have believed it. Only an idiot would believe something like that, and Archivist was far from an idiot. “Should have come up with a better lie.” Shira shook her head, “Our species doesn’t like deception. Deception and lies are how intelligence can be snuffed out or extinguished.” I blinked, what an odd statement for someone who lied to me to make. “So why do it?” I asked. Without hesitation Shira answered “Because other species do. As long as we don’t lie to our own kind we are at peace.”

“Since you know the lie,” Shira continued, “I will share with you a problem that you might be able to resolve. Excuse me while I get the specimen.” I frowned “A problem? With Archivist?” A problem that not even Archivist could solve was troubling. Shira shortly returned with a jar in her hands, and inside the jar was…something… “What is it?” I asked. Whatever it was completely grossed me out. “We don’t know. It came out of the waste hole of your friend ‘Archivist.’” That one fact alone gave me enough information to know exactly what it was.

“It’s a parasite. I don’t know what kind.” That wasn’t fully true, it was some kind of intestinal worm, but I had no idea if the Sunger had worms on their home world or not. “I’ve never seen one so big before.” Typically worms were easily detected through standard medical scans with treatment taking only a few days. Then realization dawned on me, they didn’t know proper isolation procedures like we did. “This parasite is highly contagious. Did you use any type of contamination protocol?”

Shira nodded. “After initial scans, yes. Two of our kind are in isolation and the room where it happened has been thoroughly cleaned. “Clean it again,” I said, “just to be on the safe side.” I felt my asshole develop an itch. “Any chance I’m contaminated?” Shira replied, “No, we scanned your body for similar material and found nothing.” That meant the itch was a psychological one. Phew. “Back to the matter at hand. Archivist is exhibiting strange medical signs,” Shira continued. “Yet the worm left her body, it doesn’t make sense.” I shuddered because I had seen untreated worms firsthand before. Some worms liked to stay hidden, but others devoured their host from the inside. If this worm was one of the bad ones…

“Larvae. The parasite left the body to die and its offspring, called larvae, are inside Archivist. That can cause a number of medical problems.” Shira stiffened like she was a statue. “Oh! And if we accelerate her body to grow a baby, we accelerate the parasites too. That’s not good.” I gritted my teeth as a contraction hit, my insides felt like they were about to be ripped apart. “Fortunately,” I managed to spit out without sounding like I wanted to bite her head off “this is easily curable. Use the dead parasite to create a substance that is toxic to it but harmless to us and have Archivist take it for a few days.”

Whatever was Shira’s reply got lost in another contraction wave. This time the baby was coming. Thankfully Shira had anticipated birthing pains and gave me something to help that wouldn’t harm the hybrid child. Eventually after pushing for what felt like hours, but could have been a few minutes, the first hybrid child was born. “It’s a girl,” Shira announced, though her way of saying it was more like revealing the results of a test than the outcome of a miracle. “She is healthy. A success.” I slumped back onto the sheets exhausted. The child let out a mewling wail and I flinched, half expecting something monstrous to emerge from between my legs. Instead, Shira swaddled the baby in some kind of synth fiber, bright blue against the infant’s wildly red skin. I blinked, still dizzy, and tried to focus through the haze. The baby’s face was red as Kael’s, but its features were mostly human. The child looked like a sunburned baby.

“What would you like to name her?” Shira asked. I thought for a moment, then replied “The word for hope in your language.” She thought for a few moments and said “There are multiple words that convey different meanings of hope. You will need to be more specific.” Now it was my turn to think. Finally I decided, “hope for the future.” “Amira.” She gave me Amira then, and my heart melted as Amira and I looked into each other's eyes. “Amira,” I repeated. Amira yawned and laid her small head on me.

“You have bonded. This is excellent,” Shira smiled. “Rest now both of you. Tomorrow both of you have a big day. Amira will have a few tests done and you will continue breeding.” I wrapped a hand around Amira protectively, “You’re not going to take her away from me are you?” Shira frantically shook her head “Oh no, of course not. I was just saying while you are breeding I will take that time to run further standard tests that I’m sure your species does to ensure an offspring is healthy.” Shira stiffened into an awkward looking pose. “Unless you prefer her to be present while you breed?” I gulped. Amira didn’t need to see that. “Yeah I’d rather she not be present because that would be awkward.” Shira’s body relaxed, “It would go against our customs as well. But I would have allowed it as a good faith gesture for helping us.”

I wanted to scream at her, but I didn’t have the energy. Helping. Yeah, I was helping against my will. Tomorrow they would force me to breed again. Who knew how many times I would have to breed over and over again to ensure the species didn’t go extinct? More importantly, could I escape with my daughter and Archivist before descending into madness?
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Chapter Tags: MF
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Chapter 5 - The Unknown Sunger

I didn’t wake up until one of the Sunger, whose name I never did obtain, had already molted out of their shell and put his slimy, cold hands on me. I screamed from the shock. “Shhh,” he said and put his hand over my mouth. “It’s ok. I have been sent to breed with you today.” I looked at him like he had grown a second head. “It’s NOT ok!” I protested “At least Kael talked to me first!”

The Sunger hesitated for a few moments. “They told me you would try to talk your way out of it and I should not listen.” He started to lower his body onto mine. “There are times where we must do what we don’t want to for the greater good.” I growled and shouted “You’re being raped too! There’s an easier noninvasive way to do this if you or Shira would just listen to me!” He hissed. “Deception. Lies. I will not listen.” 

Nobody had put my restraints back in place, so I attempted to push him away. He was surprisingly strong and immovable for an object that felt like slimy fish. My clothes weren’t back on either. It was just me and the sheet between him. When I pushed him it caused the sheet to fall away partially, exposing my top half. “No,” I whispered when I realized my mistake. His pale, wet body pressed into my own. “Plaese,” I begged and desperately tried to keep my legs closed. His cold hands forced my legs apart and I felt the familiar sensation near my sex. “Stop, please stop,” I cried.

This time I did not experience agonizing pain. Whatever Shira did to mitigate the temperature differences of our bodies worked regarding his member and my sex, but I would have rather experienced short, agonizing pain with the unconsciousness. The weight, the thrusts, the cold, the slime, and everything all at once was a disgusting violation. 

He on the other hand was enjoying himself. The first few thrusts were done like Kael, but once he figured out whatever Shira did worked he took his time. I felt like I was being mocked as his lover with the slow, deep thrusts. I tried to say something to get him to stop, but all I could do was moan in resignation. My moans sounded like someone choking, or like someone whose lung had collapsed.

When he subtly quickened his pace was when the worst part happened. It felt good. Revulsion washed over me. How could unwanted sex feel good? What was wrong with me? My moans became cries of anguish as I sobbed. Hot tears scraped against my cheeks in contrast to the cold body on top of me.

The pace quickened again, and while it no longer felt good the damage had been done. He made the most unusual sounds I had ever heard. I could only guess they were sounds of his pleasure. My sobs and inhuman moans became a song blended from pleasure and shame. Finally, after what felt like an agonizing eternity, I felt cold liquid seep inside me. He collapsed on me and I could barely breathe. Each moment he didn’t get up felt like another hour of torment.

When he finally rolled off I instinctively grabbed the soiled sheets and covered myself. “Thank you for helping me do my duty,” the Sunger male said. “May our offspring breed many more children in the days to come.” He quickly withdrew from the room before I could summon the brainpower to process and reply to his disgusting statements.

Shortly after, Shira returned with Amira. Had Shira come alone I would have probably bitten her head off, shell and all. But with Amira? A regular human baby wouldn’t understand what was happening right in front of them, but could a hybrid baby from an intelligent race? I couldn’t take that chance.

“We will make this one a male,” Shira said, interrupting my thoughts. An even darker thought occurred to me “Am I going to have to breed with it?” I growled. She dropped one of the instruments she carried onto the floor and made a sound I hadn’t ever heard of before. After a few moments of her silence I realized she was surprised. “Certainly not!” She finally exclaimed. “One doesn’t breed with their offspring. That’s one of the ways genetic mutations and diseases spread through the population.” She paused for a few moments then said “Surely your species doesn’t…” I shrugged without saying anything because I didn’t feel like talking to her anymore.

Shira took my shrug in stride. She explained what would happen next since I had been asleep the last time they used the acceleration device. I pretended to not pay attention. Eventually Shira took the hint that I wasn’t going to talk to her. What point would there be of talking? They wouldn’t listen to what I had to say anyway.

Finally, Shira left me alone with Amira after accelerating my body and verifying the pregnancy. Bonding with Amira again helped ease the pain of my broken body, but I knew nothing could ever make the psychological pain go away. Meanwhile physically my belly was as big as a star now, and I could tell this baby would be bigger than Amira. Before I drifted off into a fitful sleep, I comforted myself with the idea that tomorrow was a birth day, and on birth days I wouldn’t be raped.
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[RapeU]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, Story
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The song in the final chapter is left up to reader imagination.

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Chapter 6 - Many Years Later

Twin suns slowly rose to bring a new day to the city. It was Hope Day, a holiday marking the first birth of the hybrid Sunger, Amira. Children and adults gathered around a huge bonfire to hear the traditional Song of Sunger.

Sing a song of Sunger, species lost
Who sailed so long and drifted far,
They slept beneath the silver sky,
Till love and light came drifting by.

Nova found them, calm and clear,
With songs that only stars could hear,
And when she sang, the dark grew mild,
The sleepers woke, the lost ones smiled.

So hum, hum gently, hearts of flame,
The Sunger live in every name,
And Archivist, with steady hand,
Brought their dreams to a new land.

They built with voice, with stone, with sky,
And taught the newborn how to fly,
And every dawn their echoes blend,
Where life began, it never ends.

Sing a song of Sunger, song of grace,
The stars still hum in Sunger’s place,
They sailed, they dreamed, they found the dawn
And left their music to live on.

Archivist smiled faintly as the crowd finished the last verse. “They still sing the happy version,” she said. Her voice held a softness that only came with time. “One year I sang about the truth,” I said as I rocked slowly in my chair. “But no one wanted to hear that version. Too dark for children.” Archivist laughed quietly. “Maybe that’s all right. Let them keep the light. We carried the rest for them.” She went inside to make tea. I stayed out on the balcony and watched the bonfire flicker as the celebrations wound down. The scent of smoke drifted up the hill and settled like an old memory.

After a while, a quiet knock came at the door. Archivist opened it, and a young hybrid stepped hesitantly inside. “Great Grandma Nova,” he said timidly, “may I ask you something?” “Of course,” I gently replied. “What’s your name, child?” “Talen,” he replied. He looked between us, uncertain, then asked, “Someone told me the history the Elders teach isn’t the full truth. Is there another story?” Archivist glanced at me and gave a small nod. We had this question before, from others his age. It never got easier, but we both believed it was worth answering. “The Elders tell the story meant for the young,” I said gently. “It’s a hopeful one. But the truth is much darker.”

I told him everything: the capture, the fear, the parasite that nearly took Archivist’s life, and the endless cycles of pain that followed. I told him about Shira’s cruelty, born from her own despair, and the years it took to convince her that survival didn’t have to mean suffering. Archivist spoke quietly when my voice faltered. She filled in the parts I couldn’t bring myself to say aloud. When we finished, Talen’s eyes were wet. “Why couldn’t Shira have just listened to you?” he said. “You went through so much for nothing.”

I reached out and brushed his tears away. “Shira and her people had been hurt too,” I said softly. “They trusted once and were betrayed. Fear makes even good hearts turn unkind if it stays too long. What matters is that we learned before it was too late.” Archivist rested her hand over mine. “And look what we built,” she said, nodding toward the window. The city shimmered below us in the sunlight, alive with motion and laughter. “A world that remembers pain but lives past it.” Talen nodded slowly. “I think I understand,” he said. “Good,” I told him. “That means you carry both stories. The story that hurts and the story that heals.”

When he left, the room felt still again. The sounds of the festival drifted up from the valley, distant and bright. Archivist poured the tea and brought a cup to my chair before sitting beside me. Neither of us spoke for a while. The suns had dipped lower, spilling light across the balcony in long golden ribbons. “He’ll tell others someday,” She said at last. “Maybe,” I answered. “Or maybe it’ll fade again into something easier. Either way, it’s all right.”

The city glowed beneath us, its rooftops shined like gold. I could hear the children sing bits of the song as they played, the words tumbled over each other, imperfect but full of joy. Archivist reached for my hand and I let her take it. Her touch was steady, warm against the cool air. “Do you ever miss our old life?” she asked. “Sometimes,” I said, “but I think what we have now grew from it, like light from a dying star. The fleet and the missions feel so far away now as if it happened to someone else. This life is smaller, but it’s ours. I don’t know that I miss the old one as much as I just remember it fondly.” She smiled, and together we watched the suns slip behind the hills, the light softening to amber and then to blue. The laughter from below faded into the hum of evening, and the world seemed to settle around us.

I leaned back in my chair and enjoyed feeling her hand still in mine. “We did all right, didn’t we?” I said. Archivist squeezed my fingers gently. “We did more than all right.” The last of the light melted from the horizon. The air was calm, the city breathed in time with the night. We sat together until the stars began to appear. They were bright and shaking in the dark. I felt the same quiet peace I’d carried for years, the kind of peace that makes room for the pain instead of trying to erase it.

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[SoftGameHunter]

Well, I was waiting until the entries closed before reading any of the Rube Goldbergs, but I figured this is close enough. And as for my verdict...

This is terrific! I don't say this often in a contest. No, strike that. I don't say this ever in a contest, but if we only get one vote, I'm not voting for myself. This story is better. (Of course if anyone else wants to vote me to victory, feel free. ) I didn't even mind that there were long sections with nothing very sexy. It was a good story and well-done all around. Well, except for one thing. I'm kind of unclear what was the Rube Goldberg aspect. I gather there was a simpler way to help the Sunger, but I must have overlooked it or it's too late at night for me to see it right in front of me. Was it singing a different song or something like that?

Either way, bravo all around.

[RapeU]

Well, I was waiting until the entries closed before reading any of the Rube Goldbergs, but I figured this is close enough. And as for my verdict...

This is terrific! I don't say this often in a contest. No, strike that. I don't say this ever in a contest, but if we only get one vote, I'm not voting for myself. This story is better. (Of course if anyone else wants to vote me to victory, feel free. ) I didn't even mind that there were long sections with nothing very sexy. It was a good story and well-done all around.

Thanks. I had a hard time ending it but then decided to change one thing and it made the ending so much smoother.

Well, except for one thing. I'm kind of unclear what was the Rube Goldberg aspect. I gather there was a simpler way to help the Sunger, but I must have overlooked it or it's too late at night for me to see it right in front of me. Was it singing a different song or something like that?

Either way, bravo all around.

There are two Rube Goldberg aspects. The first one was Archivist singing the song. That was the trigger for the wake up sequence. The sequence wasn't simple to where she sang the song and the Sunger awakened, multiple things happened between the trigger and the pods activating. It might be easier to see without the dialogue between.

“Language assimilation complete. Sing.” As soon as I heard the word sing, steam poured out of the vents in the spacecraft, warming the room significantly. “Song,” the computer panel chimed and immediately the lights of the ship turned fully on to illuminate everything.“Sunger” the panel continued. A slot opened up where what looked like a mechanical finger rose to touch a button on the ceiling. A small turbine spun on a track over our heads and into the room with the sleeping Sunger. I saw the turbine stop at a cable. It appeared to be cutting through it. The cable snapped and disappeared from view. Green lights appeared above the stasis chambers.

The second aspect was the breeding program, and it's explained with one line.

We can also medically harvest what’s responsible for my species' reproduction noninvasively with our technology.

Instead of breeding Nova every other day, they could have combined human and Sunger technologies together to harvest Nova's eggs noninvasively (human technology,) used artificial uteruses (human technology,) and then finally accelerate growth (Sunger technology.) It would have taken much less time and been far less traumatic. But the Sunger didn't want to be deceived again, so they opted to go the more complicated route in case Nova happened to be lying.

[JTCK]

I have to admit, I only noticed the second Rube Goldberg aspect myself.
The story belongs — like many sci-fi and fantasy stories — to the group that I usually read with low expectations, and if it hadn’t been part of the contest, I might not have read it at all.
But then it really drew me in — wonderfully written, very exciting, and a great interpretation of the theme.

[Claire]

This contest really likes its SciFi stories. And it's also the second forced alien breeding story from two very different authors I've read. It's interesting how a theme that feels so open to interpretation makes different authors go to such similar places.

What I enjoy the most about this story is that the Sunger aren't malicious in what they do, at least not fully. I think a rapist who is forced to do it or feels compelled to do it for a higher purpose is an underexplored type of story in our community.

There is one thing I don't understand though. What was the point of introducing that parasite subplot?

Overall, another interesting story in the contest! And another one that @Vela Nanashi might enjoy a lot based on her usual preferences!