Scientific Appetites
Request for
involving an Alien and a Scientist
Kinks: mpreg, oviposition, carrying to term, cum inflation, transformation, size difference
Scientific Appetites
Request for @VictorTheDrake involving an Alien and a Scientist
Kinks: mpreg, oviposition, carrying to term, cum inflation, transformation, size difference
Play - Logging: Scientific exploration of the Planet Renshar – Day 107
A single image gets through, partial, unstable as it is among the last files recovered from the broken device.
It is another fruitful day for scientific discovery. Renshar keeps surprising me with its lush forests and curious fauna. Whenever I think I have cataloged everything in my area, I find a new plant or a new sub-specie I have to add to the catalog.
Though. Each day is getting more difficult. I can only find myself regretting to have partaken in such behavior with that creature.
As typical, the Renshar Dragon has been looking around and after me. Even now, it is sleeping right in my quarters. It has found a way to override the securities and slipped inside. Luckily for me, it does nothing nefarious except watch over me and… Fuck me. Unluckily for me, I’ll have to explain the details to my colleagues once I leave the outpost.
It might be worse if I have to leave it. I called it Neor. It seems to like it… Or it didn’t growl at me like for the twenty-six other names. Though Cunt-destroyer would have been accurate, heh.
Oh, dear… How can I explain that and the excitation…
Uhm… Renshar Dragons are apex predators. Like… Those big quadrupedal lizards…. What? That’s how we describe you on my planet! Urf.
So. The Renshar Dragons are quadrupedal, but they don’t have eyes. They have very developed noses and ears. And a whole lot of sensorial organs like the sharks’ ampullae. Or thermoreceptors. They can perceive UV, too! In fact, Neor probably got a better vision than mine.
But they’re… Uh. Weird.
For a long time, we wondered how they reproduced. They have no nesting habits, they’re all males, and uh… We didn’t notice any hormonal changes with captured specimens. But they’re parasitical?
Okay. Hmm. Renshar Dragons don’t reproduce between themselves. They’re perfectly capable of parthenogenesis, but they need a host. They can create and lay eggs, but they need a host that’s warm-blooded and capable of holding the eggs inside. In short, me.
Earth afire… Neor. Why couldn’t you select someone else?
Fine. So. Uh. Renshar Dragons. They protect their hosts, once they have filled them. And that’s why Neor’s sneaking around. To it, I am its eggs’ mother, and it must protect me from any danger. I also guess it’s somewhat doubtful of my capacity to survive in the jungle. Since it’s constantly on my back. Even when I’m working on my catalog.
It also nudges me away from some regions of the jungle, so I guess it’s another Renshar Dragon’s territory. I might… I don’t know if it’s possible to domesticate them since they’re wilds, but if we manage to have them at our sides…
What do I say, it’s impossible.
I mean, yes, they’re loyal and fierce. Neor’s been protecting me for days. But it’s not… Viable. I was lucky I… I had trained behind. But another man or female would have a hard time with a Renshar Dragon. And… Let me show you!
If I-
**Error!
File recovery activated. Partial recovery.**
Hhah… As- As you can see, Neor is quite big. You cannot touch it, but… See that bump above my groin. That’s… His cock. Do-Don’t move so much, you big Dragon. HRMPHH!
Renshar Dr-Dragons mating instincts are strong. He… He wants to knot me. But if he does that, we will be stuck for hours. I-… I cannot stay like this anymore, letting him fuck me days and days.
Sadly… Renshar fluids are highly intoxicating and addictive. It might be impossible for me to stop the cravings. Their fluids are so concentrated in-
**Error!
Logging: Scientific exploration of the Planet Renshar – Day unknown**
Ahhh… You’re stretching me so good. Keep… Keep doing it!
Fu-Fuck! I- We can’t keep doing this! I’ll! I’ll have to leave one day! You know this! I can’t always stay with you!
I- I have a life outside, and you- Hrmphh!
**Error!
Logging: Error**
The Renshar Dragons should not be approached unless they are in a rut. Then… You should let them do whatever they want with you. It’s the best thing that can happen to you.
It’s important… Very important to let them fuck you. You need them. They need you. It’s better for you if you let them breed you. You are happier once bred. Everything’s simpler… Isn’t it right, Neor?
**Error! Error! Error!
Play next file?
Play – Daddy eggs**
_Instead of a voice recording, it’s a video.
A video of an old human, maybe in his fifties. Red-hair, hairy, fat. And yet, lying on his pack in what seemed to be the ruins of a scientific outpost. His legs are spread, his puffy and hairy hole exposed as one white egg is crowning from the entrance, pushing past the swollen and abused rim.
Such a hole couldn’t pass without breaking his organs… And yet, here he is. Not only laying that egg but grunting and enjoying himself._
_His eyes are only for the looming shadow over him, a distant vision that seems to provoke statics whenever it’s in the camera. But outside? It doesn’t hinder the camera from picking on the man’s smile, on the stupid attitude drawn on his face. On those fat hands, reaching for his fattened and round breasts, massaging them while the egg is slowly pushing out.
He cries, he moans, but no sound is recorded by the camera. Only silence as his expression breaks for a moment, and the egg seems to pass at its widest before it slips through in a slew of fluids. Of cum, white and clear, and lubricant. Only then for the cascade to stop as another egg appears from the almost-prolapsed depths. Yet, the Scientist is still grinning and happy, his ridiculously small genitals barely leaving any droplets despite the intensity of his climax, of his cries that seem to shake his entire body.
His identity? It is fair to assume he was the scientist on this project._
You see him squirm as another egg crowns… And an appendage or a tongue slips into his mouth, through his lips, forcing him to take it inside while his body is still working that egg out. And-
**Error!
Recovery impossible.
Play next file?
Play – My last free Day**
Once again, the file is a recording. This time, it doesn’t happen in the outpost but outside. In the wilds. Yet, instead of wearing the typical green bodysuit for the scientist teams, the Human wears nothing. His entire body is exposed, covered in red hair. He seems alone but gravid. Obscenely gravid as his breasts are dropping on his distended and taut belly, leaking. His thighs are generous, fat, wide, prompt for birthing. And even his muscles seem to have lost tonicity, showing a body fitting for a broodmother.
Hi. You are probably one member of the recovery team. Or my replacement.
Don’t worry. I cleaned up the place and continued the catalog so you can keep my work. But I cannot return to civilization. My husband has decided it so.
He knows best, and he knows I’m a perfect broodmother. I am a mother of a big brood, and he bred me with another one. I cannot let him alone to raise our children. Plus… I cannot live without his tasty cum. It’s the best thing that has been happening to me, and… here he is!
_The Scientist turns and twists, facing the Renshar Dragon. Massive, quadrupedal, and without any eyes. The creature of dark scales moves swiftly, and through a mere hand wave, it approaches and lets the Human slip between the legs.
There. The Renshar Dragon’s genitals dangle between his legs, four testicles swollen and containing little bumps, the male’s eggs. However, instead of going for those, the Human goes for the creature’s slit. He licks and nurses on it even as the Beast’s enormous cock slips free from the slit, red and covered with a purple jelly. Yet, the Human slurps the jelly before he returns to the cock.
For many minutes, the only sounds recorded by the camera are the Dragon’s purr, the moans from the Scientist, and their heavy breaths as the Beast is getting worked up and worshiped. Without missing a beat, the Human rubs his bearded face against the thin tip; his tongue dances on the flesh and licks any white droplet that might ooze from the Beast’s urethra.
Such a perverted worship. And yet, he is unashamed. Not even as the Creature cums and he is guzzling down the fluids, suckling on it so loudly the camera dampens the sound.
And then, he stops… To smile at the camera._
Sorry. I was hungry. I cannot eat anything else now. My body has changed too much. Neor remade my body to be his perfect broodwhore. Even if I get home, I cannot survive. And if I can… I am now a sterile slut, just for him.
It is better for everyone to let me be. But if you want to find me… Neor can live up to five hundred years. Maybe he’ll need another human to replace me. It’s the best thing that has happened to me. He will love you, I’m sure.