The book bag crashed against the side of Rachel’s bed as she finally let it go, the simple canvas container feeling like a thousand pound weight after her second day of classes. The young girl was starting to realize that college wasn’t going to be as easy as high school was. The first day had, of course, been relatively easy, with the passing out of syllabi and going over rules.

The first true day of studies had been a little… rough. Even though it had only been one summer since high school, it seemed like years ago that she was in that little suburban town, burning under the sun. Now, as then the sun blistered its dying rays into her window even as it sank in the night sky; the island school’s climate not that different than what she was used to. She couldn’t even place precisely what had her so exhausted, other than the radical change in lifestyles. Growing up certainly wasn’t a fear of Rachel’s, as she had felt very grown up (despite the obvious falsity of that belief) for a few months now. Still… maybe it was just sinking in.

Even stranger to her was the eerie quietness that pervaded the dorm rooms. She had been used to such things but it was strange that a building with so many people living in it wasn’t ringing with the sounds of life. Good insulation, she theorized, though she couldn’t comprehend why the school would invest in such a thing.

“You think too much… just… sit down…” she mumbled to herself, falling rather than sitting, onto her bed. After a few moments of rest she slipped out of her blouse, quickly replacing it with a black spaghetti strap top that was cut fairly low. Her skirt was likewise traded out for a pair of ratty jeans that she had grown to love. No matter how many times her parents had tried to ditch the ripped garment, she would protect it. No bra clung to her skin beneath the top, as there was no need with the supportive garment, however her black cotton panties were visible for a second as she changed into her jeans.

A quick trip to the mirror and a couple hair bands later, and Rachel was feeling better. Or at least, she felt more like herself.

The creature,a result of aeons of directed and manipulated crossbreeding, slid through the shadowy corridor in front of the dorms. It was bred , to be a first one, a pioneer. It was bred to survive within a hostile galaxy, on ist own, so it could build a lair, a bridgehead for the ones that would follow. These kinds of guys dont let anything up to chance.

As the alien approached Rachels room at the end of the lonely corridor, a small, fleshy tube grew, wriggling like a snake, from the lower right arm of the alien, just beneath the wrist. Holding it onto the lock of her room, a white goo was released, seeping in, and turning into a rock hard compound within seconds, locking Rachels room in the process.

Taking a quick glance left and right, to make sure it was still unnoticed by other students, the creature made its way back to the window at the end of the corridor. Like a strange form of insect, it climbed out, onto the roof of the building, and then made its way to the “maintainance ducts”.

Most girls had a wall closet, yet Rachel was not so lucky. Instead her room was bigger, almost twice the size, still more than the most girls had, even if they didn’t need a wardrobe. Her room was the last on the floor, and behind the door with the mirror, where usually the wall closet was located, cables and pipes ran through. The keys to this space, even though it belonged technically to Rachels Room, were with the janitor, but he had to make an appointment with Rachel if he wanted to fix things. And like every wall closet, it was reachable by a secret passage through the “maintainance ducts”, and the mirror in its door was semi permeable from the closet side. A fact that made sense only to those aware of the schools purpose.

The creature let itself slide behind the mirror slowly, adapting to the restricting size of the room. It could see Rachel through the mirror glass, even if she would still be unaware of the creatures presence, because her side of the mirror was reflecting. It studied her, mouth tentacles twitching in anticipation, saw as she put on her jeans over her firm ass, and studied her eyes, a she put in the hairbands.

Then, the creature put a talon of its claw onto the glass and pressed, applying just enough pressure so a crack would suddenly run through the mirrors glass, while Rachel still stood before it. The glass would not be shattered, yet there was this crack from the top to the floor running through the mirror. And Rachel would hear a voice in her mind. It was hers, but somehow wrong, oddly atonal. It seemed as if someone had taken recordings from several occasions in her life, cut them down, and put them back together in wrong shape.

“They say, that through a broken mirror, things that are broken may look pristine again. Think about this, when you look at your fate through a shattered soul one day…"

The redhead was nearly turning away when the glass of the mirror suddenly fractured, spiderwebbing across its surface. Rachel leapt back in fear, as would any normal person. Putting a hand to her chest, she tried to calm down, tried to rationalize what had just happened to her racing heart. Before she could do that, however, something rang in her head… an errant thought? It didn’t seem like something she’d think about, or at least not how she’d articulate it, but it also didn’t sound like anybody else’s voice.

The teen shook her head quickly, looking at the mirror again to see if she had been dreaming. The split image of herself stared back at her, disbelief and confusion on its twisted face, her chest rising and falling quickly in her slender top, pulling it away from her jeans enough to bare a little of her midriff to the room’s air.

“Am I going nuts…?” She thought out loud, extending a finger to poke at the mirror curiously. Despite her desire to, she couldn’t rationalize why it would suddenly just burst like that. Was there something on the other side? Was it damaged before she got to the school, and some minor vibration had finally done it in?

As she touched the mirrors surface it would feel warm, not cold as she would have expected. Something was definitely not right with the mirror. She poked, and suddenly another crack showed up. And another one, running through the whole mirror from left to right.

At first the alien, excited by the sight of this girl, who was exposing little parts of herself like enticing promises, considered to simply shatter the mirror and grab her. But another part of it, the nightmarish soul that fed on fear, that desired her degradation, insisted:
"No... Let her do it. Let her bring harm upon herself."
So the alien just stood there. Waiting.

"Mirrors are doors. You want to know whats on the other side?"

the voice, her voice would ask, even if she didn't wanted it to.

"Why don't you push harder ?"

Rachel shivered and took a step back as the mirror continued to crack. It was likely due to a scary story that she had been read as a child, but she had a very mild phobia of mirrors. The way this one was making her think… if that was indeed her own train of thought… was only creeping her out more. She had half a mind to flee from the room, to call maintenance to fix the blasted thing right here and now, though she was still relatively new and didn’t want to gain a reputation as a “fraidy cat” when she was usually quite the opposite.

“Man, I’m losing it today. Must be stress or something.” She thought aloud, staring occasionally at the mirror though never for too long at once, as if afraid she might see something besides her own reflection in the mirror. “Break it… what was I thinking? I’ll probably get blamed for damaging it in the first place.” She mumbled.

Still, the odd feeling of warmth where there should have been only the chill of the glass had her intrigued. Carefully, without putting too much pressure on it, she ran her finger across one of the jagged spiderwebs now criss-crossing the surface, perhaps in some attempt to rationalize to her frightened mind that there was nothing paranormal at work in her new dorm room’s mirror.

The warmth was intriguing, but there was something else. Pressure? Somehow the mirror seemed to push back. The part of the spiderweb, which she had touched, was the first that fell to the ground, shattering. It had been a little part of the overall mirror, but the piece on the ground was not the last. As if it was recorded in slow motion, another piece loosened and, then quicker,fell to the ground. Then another, and another, until the whole mirror had dissolved into glass shivers.

A warm and moldy breeze was released from the unlit cavity behind it, almost feeling as if there was something living in it. In the darkness it was hard to make out details first. But then she would see something emerging from the back of the gloom. Something tall, yet the features were still shrouded by shadow. It was in this instant, as she realized that it was really something living, that a tentacle grabbed her ankle, pulling her off the feet.

The glass shattered on the floor, causing Rachel’s heart to skip a beat. She leaped back from the portal, unsure what had caused it to seemingly crumble. Odder still, as it fell apart, the area behind it was revealed not to be the elegant though probably cheaply made woodwork of her room’s walls, but a black hole, perhaps leading to some sort of wiring or insulation between the walls. Such a thing was certainly not uncommon, though a scent began to waft from thru the now open portal that she could only describe as the breath of some giant animal; slightly wrong, hot, and with a certain degree of moister. The last, truly terrifying thought struck her a moment late.

The glass was falling into the room; Something on the other side was pushing at it, rather than her own actions.

The world seemed to slow down, her adrenaline surging through her bloodstream and heightening her perceptions. The glass exploded into tiny crystalline fragments as it smashed upon the floor. The blackness beyond swirled, and then emerged as a long, thin tendril, lashing at her foot. Rachel leapt instinctively, her years of training not entirely wasted. Unfortunately for her, no matter how much preparation she had, she couldn’t have matched the inhuman speed of the creature’s limb, the thing easily wrapping about her foot even as she left the ground, and inverting her quick enough to make her black out for a few seconds, her eyesight leaving her as the blood rushed to her head.

Time caught up, and Rachel screamed.

The first thing she saw as her eyesight returned would have been the thing that made her scream. A Creature emerged from the cavity that was a walk-in closet in other dorms, yet seemed as if it had turned into a gateway to hell in Rachels.

It towered over her, Six limbs, four of them arms. One pair of arms remotely resembled the ones of a mantis, the other two arms ended in terrible claws that were big enough to enclose Rachels waist. Four tentacles, armthick, one of them would have grabbed her ankle, were growing from the creatures back in an X-Shape. The head... seemed to be the result of a cthulhoid nightmare. A mouth filled with rows and rows of teeth, just like the one of a shark, and surrounded by terrible twitching and twisting tentacles. Boneplaes covered the alien carapace that was oozing with slime.

And then another tentacle grabbed another ankle, and pulled her towards the creature.

It bent, lowered its head, and Rachel would stare into red glowing eyes, glowing coals, as a drip of slime, originating from the aliens mouth tentacles, hit her lips, leaving a slimy thread that connected the aliens head to her tender lips. It tasted sour, spicy... and moldy. A little bit like damp cinnamon whose date of expiry had been in the last century.

"I will rape you now"

The voice... her voice. Though it was obvious now to whom it really belonged.

As the red head’s vision returned, she had to wonder if she were actually having a nightmare. The thing that had attacked her, and now held her aloft like a toy, appeared to be some sort of alien creature, conjured from the mind of a truly disturbed individual. Its teeth, surrounded by strange flowing tentacles, filled her vision for the most part, and caused her eyes to widen, the pupils glimmering their soft blue in the room’s soft light. Her long red hair hung, drifting against the floor as she dangled.

Most of her sanity had left her, though some slim part remained, screaming to fight, get loose, run, anything to get away from this horror in front of her. Despite that screaming in the back of her mind, Rachel merely hung there as it whispered its intent, in her own voice no less, directly into her mind it seemed.

“My… god… what are you…?” She finally managed to squeak, her normally brave voice almost completely silenced by fear.

"We are coming for your galaxy, and your worlds will fall"

It was an unclear statement, something that left space for much too much imaginations, but that was what it was designed for. The creature did not intend to answer questions. But it intended to put pictures into her mind, to harvest the sweet arousal that her fear, her panic brought. It belonged to the deeper part of the being that always remained the same, regardless of how many genetic systems it adapted. But it only reinforced the exciting arousal that seeing her in front of the mirror had given the creature. A feeling, an arousal that was the remaining part left of several human males consciousness, taken away when the creature devoured their brains. It once belonged to the humans, yet now that the being had adapted, it was integral part of the monster itself.

The creature effortlessly turned her downside up, making her face the terrible features, of which the beings face consisted, even closer, as it closed in on hers. The four armthick tentacles that grew from the aliens back, restrained her limbs, four tentacles for four limbs, the creature recognized the symmetry, as if humanity had been destined to meet the Hive one day. Its claws, unbelievably strong, grabbed her waist, enclosed it, and carried her through the room while she would feel the mouth tentacles stroking her face with spasming and squirming motions, leaving slimy threads all over her chin and cheeks.It felt as if it was the creatures idea of a kiss, definitely a sexual act, yet disturbingly disgusting due to the odour, the sensations it brought and the bizarre chirring an creaking sound that originated from deep within the aliens body.

Then the thing pressed her against the wall of her dorm, its carapace would push against her, its mouth tentacles slobbering its slimy saliva over her left cheek. The tentacles from the creatures back would have slid, moved up her legs and down her arms to restrain her closer to her torso. And she would feel the strength of the tentacles that wound around her thighs, as they spread her legs, while the creature pushed forward, now completely jamming her body between wall and alien frame. She would feel the warmth, which the alien body emanated, even through her jeans.

"Your females are strange. You desire control over your mating choice, yet you despise the responsibility..."

The thing’s voice… her own voice… rattled inside her mind, spouting out something she would have expected to hear in a B rated sci-fi flick, but never in the ‘safety’ (a concept which she would later, and for good reason, abandon) of her own room. As she was flipped again, being brought more in line with the alien creature, she took in more of its features. It looked somewhat insect-like, though at the same time decidedly mammalian… or perhaps even cephalopod? Its origin would be something she pondered later; her thoughts at the moment consisted mostly of terror.

Finally she began to wriggle and fight with the thing, surprisingly strong for someone her size though likely nowhere near as strong as the creature itself. “L…let me go you freak!” she cried out, hoping that someone in the hall would hear and come to her assistance, and suddenly much more aware of the sound proof walls. “Oh my god… what the… what do you want…” She began, before its intentions began to become clearer.

Its tentacles spread her arms and legs in an X-like fashion, holding her spread-eagled in front of it, while its claws hooked around her slender waist, her flesh expanding and shrinking against it as she huffed each breath in and out with growing fear. She grunted as the thing slammed her into the wall, pinning her between it and the thing itself. The redhead recoiled in disgust as it began to feel over her face with the strange tendril-like protrusions, leaving sickeningly slimy trails on her soft young flesh. As she hung there, fighting but losing, her ample chest heaved against her top, stretching the cotton material of her top. A strange heat came from the creature, spreading over her splayed form; across her legs, seeping against flesh through the many holes of the jeans, and against her partially exposed belly.

"...this burden has been taken from you, your approval is uncalled for"

The creatures claws released Rachels waist, as the creatures kiss ended and the head withdrew, leaving a thick thread of slime hanging between her lips and the creatures mouth tentacles. Now that she saw the aliens eyes again, or better the burning coals that pretended to be such, she noticed that it was studying her, the lecherous gaze moving down her body and then upwards again, as if she was something to appraise.

Her buttocks were pressed against the wall by the torso of the alien, just like her wrists and ankles were pressed against it by the monsters tentacles. Held tight like this, she would witness how the aliens gaze returned back to hers, slowly, while the claws of the alien grabbed onto the fabric of her top.

As gaze met gaze the voice added:

...I will see your secondary sexual characteristics...

just before the claws ripped her top apart, exposing the ample globes of her breasts to the monster.

And between her legs, just trough the fabric of her jeans, she felt a bulging that grew in lower regions of that thing, as it pressed against her loins.

“Oh…. God… gross…” She uttered, its slimy… face, though it resembled nothing she recognized as a face… pulling away from her at long last. “What are you talking about, burden? I…” She began, cut off as the thing’s claws hooked onto her spaghetti strap. She looked into its inhuman eyes for mercy but found none, only burning, alien orbs meeting her gaze after a return trip over her stretched young form. She had seen that look once before, and knew what it was thinking, despite the alien features.

“No… wait please!” she began, though it made no difference to the creature. One rip, and her top was ventilated. Another, lightning fast, and one of the straps fell lose over a breast. She barely had time to scream as the third strike ripped the top completely from her body with incredible strength. Her large chest literally bounced free of its former prison, each breast bobbing once as it was revealed to the creature, her small pink nipples capping each mound.

“Pleeeeease! I’m begging you!” She pleaded, squirming against the restraining tentacles as it held her fast. Soon she felt another pressure against her, this time lower, something hard pushing against her crotch. Rachel drew in a quick gasp as she felt it, quite aware of what was going to happen to her. With her quick breath in, her breasts jumped, puffing out slightly on display for the alien thing.

The creature took another step backwards, its body realeasing at least her buttocks from the pressure, though her arms and legs were still pressed against the wooden wall, holding her spread eagled. The claws, warm and leathery glid about the tender nipples, over her chest and down her exposed belly, leaving small slimy traces in the process.

One by one, the creature unbottened her jeans with its claws, an entirely human act, yet enacted by this inhuman monster it created a horror in itself. Somehow it felt, as if it would be more comforting if the thing would just rip her jeans apart. But how could anyone even feel like this?, How could anyone think such a horrible thought? Then it would come to her. How could something as inhuman as the thing before Rachel know about the concept of buttons?. It meant it was aware of what it was doing, even knowing the concepts of civilization, defying them deliberately. It was knowing what it was doing to her, understood how it felt to the helpless girl to be violated like this, Yet it didn't stop but willfully continued. Sentences like "...this burden has been taken from you..." were just another hint, an evidence about the malevolence of the creature before her.
Given the alien features, the sounds, the tentacles... the animalistic force by which it had pushed her against the wall... it was as if appearence and attitude were oddly mismatching, as if an evil demon was riding the creatures body, possessing it so it would use Rachel to satisfy its evil needs.

A thick blob of translucent slime fell from the bulging skin fold in the aliens loins as something emerged. A penis, but this was just a word. What emerged in front of Rachel, now perfectly visible because the alien had stepped back, was something else. A monster in itself. Small, twitching, half insectoid, half fingerlike limbs that grew from behind the glans just reinforced this impression. The whole... thing... was of a greyish red, ridged and bumpy, the glans even of a darker grey, tinting it in the color of rotten flesh. At the base, little tentacles twitched and squirmed, driven by the aliens arousal.

As last button of her jeans was opened, the creature put another thought into her mind.

"This is what i will rape you with, and you have no hope to escape..."

The young woman indeed realized the utterly strange fact that it seemed accustomed to her clothing and protests, yet was ignoring her. Still, she couldn’t bring her eyes to focus on the creature, revulsion and fear driving them from its visage every time she would venture close.

“Just… what… the hell are you… you.. aaaahh… stop that!” She began, gasping aloud as it teased her increasingly prominent nipples, forcing the small, pink tits to stand outwards from her young breasts. The only quasi-sexual experience the girl had ever been part of had started just like this… though this was also about as far as it got. She could remember the feeling of the would be rapist’s rough hands over her tender breasts, not even a year ago, and suddenly found herself almost wishing that the human were the one assaulting her instead of this new monstrosity.

Though her mind cried out in horror, her body equally cringed with want. Her cheeks flushed with heat as new, sexual feelings coursed through her body, filling her chest as each pale globe lifted and fell with her rapid breathing. She maintained enough of her sense, however, to realize how wrong this was, and even if she started to lapse across that border, a simple look at her assailant would more than startle her back to her senses.

Such was the case as something new… something phallic… began extending from the monster. Expressing its intent as clear as day, Rachel could do little but squirm and kick against her organic bindings, tears welling in her eyes as even her pleading died off. This thing… whatever it was… wasn’t going to let her go.