A breif alien invasion that changed my life [mind control], by Artviewer314

“Ah, there is a typo in the title. That is always a promising sign.”

“Ugh, is this the zombie fucker again, Marcie?”

“Yes, Gina. We are reading A breif alien invasion that changed my life [mind control], by Artviewer314.”

“At least the title is 20% less garbage then previously. Is this a branch?”

“Indeed. This is a story the 314th Artviewer has submitted for Faye's Official CHYOA Story Contest 2025.”

“The fuck’s this Faye slut and why is she holding a contest?”

“From my understanding, it is someone who reads and critiques stories here.”

“You mean competition?”

“Please. I doubt she will ever reach the heights of our pedigree and professionalism. As a matter of fact, we were invited as critics for this years event. It was beneath me, so I refused.”

“Thank fuck you’re a haughty bitch. Which begs the question, why the hell are we reading this shit now?”

“Because the author requested it. And after the 100+ chapters we did last time I thought a more bite sized offering would be more up to our taste. Besides, aliens are cool, are they not?”

“…”

“Alright, fine, we were running out of submissions again and I was bored.”

“God damnit, Marcie.”

READING IN PROGRESS(BGM)

So... I'm sitting here one year after the event known as 'the invasion'. Not a creative name, I know. But it's just what it was called. It was an attempt by aliens to conquer earth. It all happened on 26th June, 2026. Or loosely around that date. Spoilers; the aliens failed. In short, they died. Actually, the invasion went almost unnoticed. Just a few experienced it and the public didn't know about it until the alien corpse was revealed. Some thought the alien corpse was fake at first, but over time it was accepted that it was, in fact, real. Today, life on earth is pretty much the same as before. No noticeable changes, really. I mean, apart from the obvious awareness of aliens' existence. And there's a very real fear of them returning some day. How will the home planet respond once they find out the crew they sent to conquer us is dead? Or do they even care? So many unanswered questions. Anyway, let's not dwell too much about that. That's a concern for the government or UN or someone else. Since, as you will come to know, I am intimately connected to the conquest, I try to voice my opinion, to share my experience, to try to help prepare for the possible return of the self proclaimed alien overlords. But I'm just an average Joe. There's only so much I can do. At least that's what I like to think. Except my name is Matthew. Matthew Darwin. Am I related to the Charles Darwin? I don't know. I don't care. Don't ask. My name is somewhat ironic in this context. My genes got changed by aliens and I have the last name of the guy who introduced evolution. Maybe in a sense you could say I'm 'evolved'? My first name Matthew is somewhat ironic too. Because now I'm writing a fantastical tale, chronicling it for the future. Just, please, don't make a religion out of this crazy tale!

“Typo in the title, followed by a wall of text. We are treating us today, aren’t we, Marcie?”

“The author’s propensity for rambling is at full display here as our protagonist recalls an alien abduction.”

“You may think this being a sex alien story there would be a sexy alien in here. Like these blue sluts from Star Wars. But this was written by a guy who thinks zombies are sexy, so instead we get this abomination.”

That's when an unknown entity stepped in. It looked unlike anything I had seen before, but had a vaguely human shape. To arms, to feet. It had purple, crude dry skin filled with wrinkles. It was dressed so I could only spot it's skin on the neck. It wore brown gloves, concealing it's three fingers. It had a sterile turquoise robe, that sat loose on it's body, but not too loose. It was almost like a loose soft version of a latex cat suit. It covered it's body from the neck down. It had some weird boots that looked like a combination of snowboard shoes and high heels with wires in them. On the head, it wore a white, blank mask covering its whole head. There mask had no features. It was smooth as stone, and I could only see the white surface, nothing behind it. But the most striking feature was it's tail. It had a black bone like tail. It was like the tail of a skeleton dinosaur, except it looked like it had some black meat on it? It was a darker shade of purple than the neck. And the tail was pointy at the end, like an arrow. Well... I won't bore you with much more details of the fashion of this creature. I just don't know if it will be important or not, so I just wrote it down.

“I do find it somewhat odd that Matthew can recall all these specific details a year after the fact. I give the author points for creativity though. He does paint an appropriately grotesque picture.”

“This is the type of shit dickgirl-guy’s into! Hope artfucker requests this for Masochist Mode so dickgirl-guy can wank it to female E.T.”

“Naturally, this being an alien abduction, developments soon take a turn towards anal probing. Or well, an appropriately close approximation of it.”

It started as usual, me half asleep. I felt ****. Then, some robotic like arms came down on my cock. "keskgraghtuu" I repeated in a daze, not really awake. Then I felt a really sharp PAIN in my dick. "Aoww! FUCK! My dick!" I screamed out and struggled against my restraints. That pain woke me fully and I looked down to see robot arms doing surgery on my dick and balls. It was hell.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”

“Well, Gina. You finally got your wish for penis mutilation.”

“For fucks sake, Marcie! I told you I don’t enjoy that shit! Besides, they don’t even get rid of the dick. It just becomes all blue and huge and shit! That’s even worse! I hate blue dicks!”

“And his testicles turn green. A rather peculiar choice of color, considering the alien itself is purple. Would a purple penis and blue balls not have been more appropriate here? Although...this does make me want to paint again. I think Cutie’s crotch would make for a pretty nice canvas.”

“Marcie just because this shit fest of a story likes to ramble like crazy doesn’t mean you need to join the club.”

Her eyes was spiraling. It was a ray of colors, hypnotizing me. It was like the eyes of Kaa in the Jungle Book (all you mind control fetishists will know what I'm talking about. At least that's what Zhella’qrin tells me). It was a hypnotic spiral of colors, and I was dragged in hook and sink. I was drooling as she approached. She spoke to me in that soft voice. Making sounds I couldn't understand. Then I responded. I said "duugoothaa" and she cooed. I repeated it, "duugoothaa". She cooed more and praised me. A word appeared in my mind: MISTRESS. She gently began to stroke my cock. "duugoothaa"*stroke stroke* "duugoothaa"*stroke stroke* "duugoothaa"... and so it continued. She raised her leg so I could stroke her garment. And I did. My bound hand caressed her leg as much as the restraints allowed my hand to move, which wasn't much. This continued until I came. And I came a lot. More than I ever had in my life. And my cum was silver. It was silver. What. the. fuck.

“I wonder how many impressionable young minds that snake had awoken over the decades.”

“I hope you enjoy that ugah booga pornography, cause that’s about the extent of sex you’re gonna get out of this story.”

“That is because Matthew does not get much time to enjoy his new and improved(?) penis. Some sort of emergency **** him and his mistress to abandon ship.”

Later, she returned with two **** women. They were naked, except for golden collars around their necks and golden anklets on their ankles. They had a ankh like symbol in green above their pussy. One of them was barley holding on to life. She looked like she hadn't eaten for days. As a side note: I don't know what happened to her (even a year later). My best guess is they did some testing on her, and that lead to her ****. Yeah, she was left behind and died, but I'm getting ahead of myself. The alien showed the woman into another capsule and then entered one of her own. A moment later, we where in a forest down on earth. She had beamed us down on earth. So there I was, naked, in a forest with this alien and this other almost naked woman.

“I swear, zombie boy always uses twice the amount of words that were necessary to describe something.”

“Personally, I am more concerned with the many grammatical errors of this work.”

“Back down on earth, they decided to conquer the planet for the galactic empire or some shit. They enslave some bitches and......wait that’s already the final chapter?”

“It is supposed to be a short story, Gina.”

“YEAH, BUT THIS SHORT AS FUCK! THAT WAS LIKE 6 CHAPTERS!”

“Five actually and I believe this is a good opportunity to point out that this…”

“is highly upsetting.”

“Uhu. We done, Marcie? Because I’m just about to be.”

“Well, we should at least properly finish this up.”

“Fine, fine. Let’s see how they are gonna conquer earth in one chapter. This better be good.”

KA-THOOM! I quickly turned to mistress. To my horror, she looked like she was bleeding. Blue liquid flowed out of a wound. Blood. She was shot. Critically wounded. Before I could do anything, more shots fired. Her head blasted to pieces. I felt my heart sink. Mistress was dead! She was dying in front of me and there was nothing I could do. The slaves didn't have the same reaction. Sure, they where upset by the event, but for some reason they didn't have the sense of loss I did. Perhaps because she was my mistress, not theirs, in a sense.

“THE FUCK WAS THAT?”

“Oh my. It appears the alien queen got killed by a predator.”

“You mean some random ass hunter?”

“Yes, Gina. If you want to be lame about it.”

“So, purple bitch is dead. That put a dent in the conquer earth plan. But Matthew still has his three slaves so now they spend their days roleplaying him being the emperor of his bedroom or some shit. Honestly, that’s just sad.”

“It is quite pathetic.”

And that's it for my shabby report on the events around 26th June 2026. I hope this can be of use to someone.

“Why the fuck is this set in the future anyways? This is supposed a first hand account! You’re ruining my immersion! Or did the zombies invent the time machine after all, huh? You blue dicked piece of shit!”

“Gina, behave.”

“Bite me.”

“This story shares quite a few similarities with the last one we read from this author. Once again the focus is on mindless hypnosis but this time the hierarchy is even more defined with the protagonist being decidedly thrust in the role of middle management.”

“Bleh. I’m getting a headache here, Marcie.”

“Following the story was somewhat difficult at times, due to the alien names and language. For a short story like this I would suggest to just stick to plain English. This of course does get compounded further by the amount of typos and the rambling nature of the narration.”

“Here’s a free tip: Write something that is not disgusting for once!”

“Well, the concept itself is actually not too bad. It is just the execution that is somewhat lacking.”

“Nah, zombie sex slaves just suck ass. Get a better fetish, you weirdo. Ugh! I’m so done with this! Are we done, Marcie?”

Marcie: “Yes we are, Gina.”

Gina: “Fuck’s sake. That is the last time we do one of these short as fuck reads. They are all written by psychopaths. Remember the planet eating bitch?”

Marcie: “Indeed. A pleasant memory. Well, the next story we cover should be a bit longer.”

Gina: “Ugh...not that’s any better...hold on.”

Marcie: “What is it, Gina?”

Gina: “Why do we have tags?”

Marcie: “Well…”

Gina: “WHY.DO.WE.HAVE.TAGS, MARCIE?”

Allison: “A good question, my furious friend! Why do we have tags, Marceline?”

Marcie “…”

Gina: “...”

Allison: “Uh...hello there?”

Gina. “GAAAAAAH!”