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Remembrance

The chitinous floor pulses with the beat of the ship's heart. I rest with my head in my hands, staring from between my spread fingers at the bars of the cage that curls around me like mottled metallic green and black spider legs. Has it been hours . . . or days? I can't tell, as every few moments I can hear the odd arhythmic ticking of their legs skittering outside of the cage: always moving, never stopping as they scuttle about the hot and humid interior of the living ship.

A hissing creak is my only signal as the segmented pillars of my prison begin to fold back in the halting jerks of a stop motion film. They are everywhere, green glossy shelled bodies with black seams looking like so many man-sized beetles as they rush towards me. It's hard to even see the differences between their roach-like bodies and legs and the vaguely human torsos that rise from them, looking like some kind of twisted centaurs.

I step back even though there is nowhere to run, bumping into their hard gleaming bodies behind me. My shouts are enveloped as the drones reach out and grab my arms and legs, completely unfazed by my kicks and struggles as they pin me naked and spreadeagled to the thrumming floor. One of the drones steps over me, dark compound eyes staring placidly as it lowers its mandibles towards my mouth, clicking and oozing a thick dark spittle that smells of battery acid and licorice. The small grasping appendages around its mouth fan out, locking down against my skin as it presses its insect-like face against my own, muffling my terrified screams as its inner jaws clack out and spill out a rush of hot slick chemicals down my throat.

My face tingles, and I can feel my muscles all tense. Soon, there is a ear piercing tapping as my facial muscles all tense like an impossible cramp, acting on their own as my mouth splits, tearing into vertical serrated plates that gnash out as hardening fleshy protrusions sprout from me and begin to tap out against the creature's own mandibles. My brain rebels against the signals shooting in from my new oral sensory organs. I can taste time and hear space as the roach's sticky burning juices are forced down my clenched gullet.

It pulls back, leaving my now alien mouth's appendages grasping at the humid air like insect legs as the other drones hold my limbs. My screams are more of a clicking chitter as I try to push back the impossibly strange thoughts seeping into my mind. The entire ceiling pulses, not just in my mind. It's like watching a wall of muscle bulge and tug, opening a circular orifice from which two veiny serpentine tubes descend ominously, white and sickly purple, like stretched out lengths of intestine. One of them lunges towards my changed mouth, stopping abruptly inches away, my mandibles grasping out towards it even as I will them to stay folded. The end of the throbbing tentacle fans open, revealing its dripping almost liquid looking interior that my mandibles tense against before it slams down, wrapping around my face as I fruitlessly squirm against it.

I struggle to take a breath as a hot gel courses into my mouth, filling my lungs, slipping into my sinuses, and rushing into my stomach as I gag and squirm. Breathing is impossible, just a panicked bubbling gurgle, and yet, even as my muscles strain and my lungs burn, I'm not blacking out. Incredible pressure builds before something pops and oozes inside of me, my organs shifting, bursting and dissolving as my skin becomes hard and glossy, taking on a green sheen. I want it to stop, I will the changes to cease, but my mind is filled with the increasingly loud tapping of the drones around me and the tingling thrum of the ship itself. I'm becoming like them . . .

The drones are all clicking as the other flesh-tube from the ceiling descends between my legs, flares open, and engulfs my maleness. The wrenching suction is immense and I'm hard in seconds, a rising tightness bubbling in the pit of my stomach as I squirm, feeling something thread its way down my shaft and then gush seeping heat inside of me. The fiery liquid makes my cock begin to bulge and swell, outside becoming pale and pulsing, tugging not just up and down, but starting to jerk from side to side as it grows out thicker and longer. Waves of intense pleasure crash against my resistance as I try to concentrate on anything other than the raw erotic bliss.

The roach-like drones holding me crowd in, and I can feel myriad skinny two-taloned hands stroking up my arms as my muscles twinge and my skin becomes hard and green in thickening patches, clacking under their probing digits. My bones melt into thick hemolymph as my skin hardens into plates and my fingers are squeezed into two grasping probes. My mind is swimming, the thrum of the ship around me seeming to echo as the taps of the drones against my own body are in a code that I only vaguely understand. The pleasure radiating from my swelling cock seems to blend with the signals, lighting some bizarre need from within myself.

More of the green and black insects grab my toes, pulling them apart with sickening crunches. I feel no pain, but a wave of unease surges up inside me as each of my legs is pulled apart into three separate thin insectoid limbs, glossy light green with dark black joints. I can feel each sensitive hair that grows on my new pointed feet as they grasp at the drones' pincer-like hands. My writhing resistance turns nightmarish as my legs pull up, fanning down my sides. I look like a spider on its back as my belly slims down into a segmented thorax that joins with my hardening abdomen.

My mind is whirring with the tapping thrum of the hive as I allow the tentacle wrapped around my widening face to pump me full of . . . of . . .

A wave of information washes over me as my new antennae spring forth from above my darkening multifaceted eyes that cast the ship as a hellish skittering kaleidoscope.

Pumping me full of nutrients . . . There are no words, only raw unsettling information that I try to force out, to ignore, but it continues regardless, giving meaning to every grotesque change washing over my jerking body. And yet, I am adored. I feel the affection of the entire hive, valuable resources pumped into me, making me flush in cold hot waves of pleasure and raw impossible to regulate need.

I look down over my mostly alien form, the drones now holding me only lightly. My cock swells larger and larger against the living floor, looking like a man-sized swollen pulsing white worm. Eggs. Its for eggs. I realize this is my function. My limbs undulate as my drones release me, and I rise to my six legs. Only one thing is missing: samples from my planet. No, _our_planet. I brace myself as the ship pumps me fuller of nutrients, raising my fertility to acceptable levels, as two fleshy ports bloom on either side of my throbbing egg sac.

More tubes descend from the ceiling thinner and writhing, slickness dripping from their throbbing pointed tips. and I can feel the ecstasy of the drones fulfilling their purpose as they line up, skittering legs massaging my egg sac as they take the new tentacles and pull them towards my ports, sinking them into me before the fleshy tips jolt out the liquified genetic information from all of the inhabitants of the planet. I'm mating with the ship itself, being wed to the mind of the hive. My confused thoughts rattle in my head as they are slowly ordered, laid open to the hive as they dissolve into a bubbling pool of efficiency and lust.

We will remember them. That is our purpose. I shudder and flex, feeling my insides tighten as their harvested data is combined with my own essence. The fleshy tube from behind me pulls back, and I can feel it retracted into the ceiling as my muscles begin to pump and contract, sending clicking chittering bliss through me as our essences blend and make my egg sac swell. Careful digits cradle the slick white head-sized globes as they spill from me one by one, carried off by my drones to the incubation chambers. A muscular rhythm of clenching pushes and relaxing gulps of nutrients builds up as I fulfill my purpose as a beloved member of the hive.

More and more of the fleshy tubes snake down from the ceiling drones assisting as the ship breeds me in a perfect union, more ports opening along my egg sac, quickly filled by throbbing probes. I lose myself as we codify the information, storing it in the unhatched drones for the hive to later truly understand. My mandibles tap and click with the galaxy-wide pleasure of knowing that another world has been safely recorded, feeling the ship pulsing inside of me as I continue to lay.